Nick interviews that Santino is driving him crazy. We hear Santino tell the other designers, "Never more in my life do I notice how many times I have to shit in a day." According to Nick, Santino has been doing this a lot -- the talking over people.
Chloe's "Would you rather " is " bad skin" or "...no teeth." That's good. I guess I'd have to say I really don't know. I'm assuming it would have to be really bad skin to compare with not having teeth. I'd rather correct having no teeth; but if I just had to live with one, I'd say bad skin. I'm suddenly feeling kind of bad for the people with really bad skin who are watching the show. They're all, "Would you rather fuck off? Look at that, I decided for you. That's your only option."
As Nick is about to say that he would choose bad skin, Santino shouts, "No teeth!" Nick is all, "Was I talking?" Daniel informs Nick facetiously that Santino had merely paused and it was in fact Nick who was interrupting Santino. It's getting scarily high school in there, which is where Santino has gone wrong. He's one of those guys who was an outcast in high school but has probably gotten a pretty warm reception beyond that, due to his being creative and funny and all. I bet he assumes that the popular people from his high school are fat and living boring lives and "Look at me! I'm a star now!" He has underestimated the power of a clique, though. Those fat popular people would still make you uncomfortable if you were all in a room together. I'm afraid that, with his alienating behavior, he has created a clique -- a group that could be named "Everyone but Santino. Even the judges." No matter how much you think you are Shakespeare, being around a group of people who are joined in dislike for you is really not fun.
Santino further nails his coffin shut by mocking Nick in that way your big brother did when he'd try to say the same thing that you were saying at the same time. That really annoyed me. Nick finally stops trying and goes back to cutting. "Oh, something happened in your childhood, honey. I love you now, but something happened." That statement is the Southern equivalent of saying, "Bless her heart." When you're saying that, you don't mean "Bless her heart." You mean "Asshole."