Commercials. Hey, buy an SUV. You may wind up looking as stupid as this guy. Though it's unlikely.
At 8:45, planes frantically frolic outside the Frankfurt airport, as Chip and Reichen fret photogenically inside. They only wind up losing an hour, however, as they make it onto a flight that leaves Frankfurt for Paris at 9:50. So that little delay didn't exactly hurt them a whole lot -- it was just very, very funny.
Elsewhere, in Munich, some clowns, some virgins, and some guys named "David" and "Jeff" climb onto a plane that leaves Munich for Paris at 10:40. Boy, I'm sure glad Millie's crew put their heads together last night and figured out this very brilliant airport plan ahead of time. After all, only about half of the other teams did better than they did.
Back in Salzburg, ominous music reminds us that doom has settled. Jon and Kelly are still waiting. He voices over that they know that they and AirSteve and Dave are the last two teams right now, and it's not a good feeling. In an interview, Kelly claims that she and Jon are very impressed by the "BFGs -- Big Fat Guys." Normally, I would hold that nickname against her, both for ignorance and for lameness, but Dave and AirSteve have certainly brought it on themselves, if they didn't actually give that name to themselves. So just this once, there will be no mandatory one-tenth deduction. Kelly thinks it's amazing that AirSteve and Dave have gotten as far as they have. Dave's knee: "Word." These trailing teams take off for Zurich.