It's 4:15 AM, and Al is still listening to the song while lying on the bed. He sings along and yawns. The song plays over and over again, at various speeds. Al starts to get giddy. In an interview, Al says that it was a disaster, and unbelievable. At 7:00 AM, Al is still there, kicking his legs in the air in time to the song. The song ends, and Al puts his hands up in the air, like, "Well?" The song starts playing again, and Al puts his hands down like, "Of course." He taps his hands on his chest in time to the song. Downstairs, Dorothy and Heather sleep on the floor.

It's 8:00 AM. The song abruptly ends, and an alarm goes off. Al gets up and walks out of the room, looking exhausted. He rejoins the women in the main room and wakes them up. One of the women says, "So you didn't get an exemption?" Al says he didn't get a wink of sleep. Al wants to know if the women slept there. Dorothy asks about Al's evening. Al says he slept on a metal spring with a bubble machine pouring bubbles on him, and he heard "Tiny Bubbles" for five straight hours. I wouldn't complain that much until I heard what the others had to do, for fear of looking like a jackass. Clearly, Al doesn't have that fear. Heather explains her situation and says that she couldn't do it. She apologizes to Al that he had to complete his task. In an interview, Al says that he can't believe they forfeited the money. Heather says that she and Dorothy didn't really sleep. Al says he only got about five minutes of sleep, and he's so tired that he's shaking. God, could he stop complaining for, like, ten minutes? I'd rather hear "Tiny Bubbles" than listen to him whine non-stop. Heather can't believe that Al didn't get an exemption. They all think that Bill got an exemption and he got to sleep at the hotel, so they're pissed.