"You guys rocked!" yells Adam, and Caitlin and Jason freak out and Caitlin jumps into Jason's arms. He says Jason's hand work was superb, and made it look effortless. "You are going to be a little force of nature in this competition if you keep this stuff up, buddy." He says Caitlin did a great job, and talks about them being in sync, and praises Nakul.
And then Mary screams that she's glad "Bollywood came to Hollywood," like yes, OF COURSE THEY RHYME, and then she screams some more things that had my dog in pain. And then Nigel has to point out that they had a Bollywood number last year, long before the whole Slumdog phenomenon happened, lest anyone think that SYTYCD is just following the crowds, and I hate to point out that a bunch of people seeing Slumdog Millionaire hasn't exactly transformed North America into a bunch of sari-wearing Bollywood fanatics, so I don't know what his point is, but if he's so keen on having this show ahead of the curve, then maybe we could go more than two weeks without a routine set to a number from Chicago. I mean, really. And then he says "Jai ho!" and let's just go to commercial, please.
Janette and Brandon are up next. Janette says she was nervous when she came to the show, because she thought there'd be lots of people doing salsa. Her family is Cuban. She never really studied the salsa, it just came naturally to her. Then we see Mary crying over how awesome Brandon was in his audition, and he tells us that really "excelled" him. And we have to revisit Mia and Lil' C sneering at Brandon's ability. He says he's here to prove Mia wrong.
They're going to be doing the foxtrot with Louis van Amstel, who says if you can imagine Ginger Rogers and Fred Astaire on the dance floor, that's the foxtrot. WTF? We don't have to imagine that, that's what it is! That's like saying, "If you can imagine the New York Yankees playing a game in which teams of nine take turns batting and fielding, that's baseball." Brandon and Janette say at first they were picking it up easily, but the more complicated it got, the tougher it was for them to do.
Oh, great, the first Michael Bublé song of the year. The two of them look amazing, with Janette in a long, flowing pink dress and Brandon in a black jacketless suit with a matching boutonnière. They glide across the stage, dip and twirl, effortlessly, and the piece climaxes with an amazing -- I don't know what you call it, but Brandon lifts up Janette with arms extended and then spins around, and twirls her down around his neck onto the floor.