It's another routine by Pasha and Anya, which I believe is going to make some people very happy. Fabrizio bows out, saying that his ankle won't let him do the turns. In the choreography routine itself, Channing and Russell seem to be very precise, and Ryan is a little gawky-looking. Ryan doesn't get through, Channing and Russell do. As do eight other people, who may or may not have names.
The next day, it's more of the same. Nigel asks that any dancer who is not a star just go home right away. First off, we have a ballroom couple that we've been repeatedly told is the sexiest pair of sex that ever sexed a sex. It's Karen and Matthew Hauer, and Nigel is barking annoyingly already. It is a well-danced ballroom number with a lot of pelvic grinding. They're married to each other, if that makes you feel any better about it. Mary calls Karen a hot tamale, but at least she doesn't shriek or talk about trains or anything. Tyce thinks they look and dance fantastic, and here are their tickets to Las Vegas.
Back in the opulent lobby, Gene Berston is checking out his moves in a mirror. He's got a shirt unbuttoned down to the navel and he's got a tiny sliver of soul patch and he talks with a sneer that he's certain you will find very, very sexy. He is all about the hip motions. When Cat agrees that "the look is there," he accuses her of rolling her eyes a little. If she didn't, I sure the heck did. Do you like hip-wiggling? Then you'll love this routine. As soon as Mary starts talking to him, he rips his shirt open. She objects to his waggly eyebrows and silly facial expressions. Oh, she's just jealous of anyone who can still have expressions. Zing! Tyce tells Gene that he comes off as a tiny bit desperate, but everyone agrees that he can certainly dance. Gene goes to choreography.