Blue Team has a powwow, led by Will, in which they pledge to take responsibility for themselves. "If you fuck up, you fuck up," he says. That's going to be on U.S. currency someday. The next morning, as Blue Team's prepping the kitchen, Red Team saunters in, and imparts the news that they get to go BACK to Vegas later! Natalie's quite bummed, but Paul thinks she should suck it up, and he tells us he didn't come here to eat, drink and relax, but to do what he's gotta do. He's not WRONG.

And now it's time to open Hell's Kitchen for Date Night, with couples that are on their first date or that have been married for long time. Some couples have different genitalia, some have matching sets. The menu features a raw seafood bar -- all the better to induce horniness, obviously. In the Red Kitchen, Jennifer overrules Elise's commandeering of the appetizer station and takes the lead herself, hoping to show that she's the leader she needs to be. Elise doesn't say anything about it, at least not that we see yet.

In fact, her silence extends to pointedly refusing to answer Carrie's questions on how long her dishes are taking. "I just can't work well with Carrie, and I've tried," says Elise. Maybe at some point we'll get to see an example of Elise trying, but it ain't happened yet. Ramsay angrily asks if the service is going to be affected by their personal relationships, and they say it won't, but Elise goes right back to giving Carrie the silent treatment.

Meanwhile, Tommy screws up scallops, and then screws them up again.

Despite the Elise-Carrie cold war, appetizers are flying out of the Red Kitchen, at least until Ramsay finds a hair in some beans delivered by Jamie, who at first tries to duck responsibility for it. Ramsay accuses her of giving up, a viewpoint endorsed by Elise, who says she's never seen Jamie just knock it out. Not like Elise does, according to Elise.

Blue Kitchen: Tommy starts cooking an entrée for a table before they've received an entrée, prompting Ramsay to kick him out to get some fresh air to clear his head, and amusingly calls him back just to tell him to fuck off again. "I just don't see where there's any room for improvement at this point," says Natalie. "Romantic dinner. More like a [bleep] dinner," says Ramsay. I would REALLY love to know what that bleep is hiding. Probably "Fuckup" or "cockup" or some such. Anyway, instead of fucking off, Tommy apparently decides to go flirt with women in the dining room. They are A) on dates and B) older than 19, so I'm not sure what his plan is here.