When the men return to see the women still cutting up the beef, somebody shouts "Holy cow!" which is kind of obvious, but I'll allow it. Seth smugly interviews that "winners get rewards and losers play with meat." That would ring more true if you hadn't gotten seven out of eight wrong, Seth. Here's how I see it: Ben did most of the work identifying the cuts of meat, then Giovanni finished that off. Then the rest of you did nothing useful at all, until it was Ben's turn again, and he correctly placed all of the cuts. Ben and Giovanni won. The rest of you jokers came along for the ride. So shut it.

I do not believe he will really shut it.

Day turns to night (featuring the ubiquitous full moon, five days after we last saw one), and it's time for dinner service. Tonight, it's a steakhouse with two seatings. First, one team cooks while the other team serves, then they swap places. The men prep while Andrea gives her team a pep talk. Then the women prep.

The men choose to cook first. Robert dedicates the night to his fiancee. The plan is for each team to feed as many diners as possible. Jean-Philippe panics at Lacey and Paula not getting tickets in. As Chef Ramsay calls out the order, he smoothly tells Charlie to uncross his arms, and then proceeds to get in Charlie's face about the late shrimp for the Caesar salad. Also because Charlie's towel is on fire. Charlie mumbles something about doing his best, and as sous chef Scott walks by, he snaps, "If that's your best, you might want to rethink your best a little bit." Okay, he didn't really snap it. It's got too many words to efficiently snap.