Chef Ramsay goes through the women's cuts and rejects a few for being gashed, but they end up with 41 acceptable portions. Chef Ramsay deems this "not bad".
On the men's side, Chef Ramsay is less happy and demands to know who's butchering the fish. If I might be allowed a slight digression, it seems unfair to call the act of poorly cutting meat "butchering it". When you think about it, butchers are actually very precise with their knives. In fact, isn't this challenge exactly the sort of thing you'd want a butcher for?
Anyway, Chef Ramsay declares some of the men's pieces "beautiful" and some "awful". It ends up with an exact tie, 41 all. Neat! The tiebreaker is that each team selects a representative, and the representative will select one of their portions, thus resulting in two selected portions, one for each team. And the portion that's closest to six ounces will win the challenge. Rosann insists on Corey, and the men choose Ben by acclamation. Actually, when Corey goes up, then women are clapping and saying her name in away that's extremely reminiscent of Family Feud when everyone's shouting "Good answer!"
Ben's fillet is 5.9 ounces. The men are happy. Bobby interviews that "You know, it ain't no way in hell that them girls' gonna weight a perfect six-ounce piece." I am shamelessly rooting for the women at this point. But after a fairly long dramatic pause, which includes an entire commercial break (including that commercial for DirecTV that features a bunch of actors from Christopher Guest movies), Corey's piece is only 4.8 ounces. The men celebrate while Corey apologizes to each person on her team. Jen interviews that it was perfectly easy to pick a six ounce piece, and that they shouldn't have picked Corey.
Since the women lost, they will now be prepping the halibut and making the fish stock for the night's service. I like how this show has actual punishments for losers instead of just rewarding winners. It adds motivation.
The men get to join Ramsay on a "hundred-foot super-yacht". And they will get there via Rolls-Royces and Bentleys. No Megazeppelin? Feh. They file out, high-fiving. In the next shot, they return, wearing an array of unfortunate shirts, which sets Jen off in some kind of seizure, shouting "Byyyyyeeee!" and chopping fish while looking around wildly. Matt interviews that lobster juice was flying around and impinging on his expensive cologne.