At this point, it's clear that the Pink Team is going home. Ali tells her to just stop with the talking and open the bloody thing. Kelly does, and, indeed, her little tent card has Bette-Sue and Ali's names on it. Ali says that they're the first team to unjustly go home. They came to lose weight and compete fairly and were always above the yellow line. While she's talking, Bette-Sue mumbles, "So much for kumbaya." Oh, shit, I am scared of Bette-Sue. Ali doesn't know that she can do this at home, and thinks it sucks because she deserves to be there. Bette-Sue announces that everyone needs to quit kissing everyone else's ass for fear of being voted out later in the game. If you're going to play the game, she says, play it honestly. There's a lot of fake going on, she says, before announcing that she didn't come there for herself -- she came for Ali -- and also, she's not a very good loser. But, she says, they're going to come back skinnier than all of the other damn people. Anyway, it's all tense and emotional and sad, and it does remind me that -- even though I like the people involved in the alliance by and large -- the gameplay still kind of sucks. It does spice things up, though.
And then, new twist! Starting next week, they'll no longer be eliminating teams. Somebody's going to have to say goodbye to their partner at elimination. Oh, shit!
Ali and Bette-Sue, though still kind of bitter, appreciate the whole Biggest Loser experience, including all the bonding and vetting of emotional issues they did. Bette-Sue tells us that the next time we see her she'll be one hot 53-year-old...with one chin. Aw, I will miss them. At home, Bette-Sue announces that she's lost 49 pounds total. Meanwhile, Ali has lost a total of 61 pounds. She looks great! Bette-Sue looks mostly the same, but that's not necessarily a bad thing.
Next week: Individual mayhem! And it brings the toughest trainer in America to tears.