Ant shills for CapitalOne. God, I hope this is the last time. What, no Bellamy set? Backstage montage. Greg Warren, doing his best Eddie Izzard with the face paints, says he's still nervous. Andrew Orvedahl really wants a red envelope. He drove to get here and slept on the sidewalk for two nights. Yeah, dude, we heard you the first time. Geez. He's up first. Try not to fall asleep up there, whiner. Birth-control pill jokes. Is this 1977? All the hip comedians have moved on to jokes about RU-486. Pass. Kivi Rogers of Santa Clarita, California, jokes about how love stories have changed, and manages to work in a Jim Brown movie. Decent joke, but very strong delivery. Kivi, offstage, does a "Bam!" Somewhere, probably in Miami, Dan Le Betard is smiling. Greg Warren is up. Chancy joke in which he does a black guy's voice. Eh. It's all right. It's just one step removed from Robert Klein's ghastly jazzman impression. Ryan Hamilton is back. "Get your stare on! I'm like the illegitimate son of Jerry and Elaine, look at me!" he shouts. Yep, we all saw it on the commercials, but that doesn't mean it doesn't work. High-energy, good delivery, but again with the serious affect. Still, he'll probably make it in. Chris Voth of Lakewood jokes about his grandma. It's all right; not particularly inspired. Suli McCulough returns. A riff on Barney the dinosaur being black. It's very funny...in the year 1995. Lavell Crawford hits the stage. The jokes aren't as strong as his audition, but damned if everything that comes out of his mouth isn't funny. Dude cracks me up. I love Lavell Crawford. Cristela Alonzo of North Hollywood is up. She makes fun of skinny chicks on Halloween. It's decent enough. Robin Reiser returns, trying not to freak out. She does an extended riff on how much private area shaving goes on in preparation for a date. My delicate sensibilities are deeply affected. Rocky LaPorte of Sherman Oaks has a great tough-guy accent, but the jokes just kinda lie flat. Dave Landau of Grosse Pointe Woods, Michigan: some Bush and gasoline-price jokes. Meh. Jay Larson of L.A. is next. He does a weird thing about peeing at a urinal and taking out a bad guy, and, believe me, it's funnier than it sounds. John Caparulo returns. He's like an even schlubbier Andy Richter. But it really works for him. He's pretty funny. The audience really seems to like him. Last batch of comics coming up. Chuck Roy brings the beard. A rambly but surprisingly astute and witty take on suburban sprawl. I really like this guy. Brandon Vestal of L.A. goes next. Pretty good jokes about annoying pedestrians. And that's it! Time for the judge-ening.