Nigel gives the routine a big old "Hmmmmm..." In the '90s that would have been a compliment! He admits he doesn't see Evan as a hot samba king, whereas Randi is sexy regardless. Somehow the combination didn't come off, especially when he thinks about how hot Pasha and Anya would have done it. Word. Mary claims there was a slow sizzle. A choreographic cebiche, if you will. She does say it wasn't dynamic enough and that they need to find more fire. Tyce tells Evan to be a detective and find out what made others' sambas so much hotter. He says that Randi carried the piece. Poor Evan. Mary welcomes Randi onto the HTT and points Evan to the back of the bus. She is getting positively Mean Girls, that one. She natters on a bit more until Cat finally cuts her off -- about an hour and 45 minutes too late.

The final couple of the night is Janette and Brandon, performing a Wade Robson jazz. Eternal squee! Brandon will miss Janette's Cubana spiciness. She will miss having the best dancer in the competition as a crutch. At least she admits it. They go to rehearsal and, holy crap, I've never noticed how tall Wade is. A quick search tells me he's actually 6'4", but he might as well be 7' because he towers over both of them. Imagine if he had gotten Evan and Randi. He'd have to use a megaphone! They'll be performing a playful, cartoon-like dance to "Ruby Blue" by Roísín Murphy, Wade's perpetual muse. As you would expect, it's weird as all hell, and totally awesome. They're some sort of mod sunglass-wearing mime jewel thieves or something. It's rife with all the Wade Robson tics, his masterful quirkiness, and his ridiculously on-point musicality. I swear he could make absolutely anyone appear to be the best damn dancer on the planet -- not that they need the help. And then it's over before you know it, and you're wishing they'd canned all that filler video and just given Wade an extra minute or two to go berserk.