In the kitchens, everyone gets ready to cook. Sara M. notes that they are more relaxed because they have more time and people aren't running around like crazy. Can you smell the DUN! ? Because it's almost ready. Howie is another cheftestant they have telling us about taking your time and being careful and smelling roses. The DUN! has arrived with Colicchio on platter. Too early for a Sniff 'n' Sneer, Colicchio calls everyone to attention and tells them, "We just got a phone call from Dame Chocolate and they pushed up their luncheon, so you guys have about an hour and a half to be ready and to get out of here, okay?" Everyone boggles. "Sorry about that," Colicchio tosses back as he walks out, totally not sorry at all. "Oh, my GOSH!" O'Brian tells us, grabbing his head. He's the Brians' worrywort. Casey tells us that her immediate reaction is, "Holy shit." You gotta love how Bravo's bleeps work. You totally get the "shh" and you get the "tttt," so it's almost not worth the bleep. Hung proceeds to dash back and forth across the kitchen at intervals. Casey tells us, "Now that we have less time, there's more stress. The kitchen, it's dangerous -- people are running around there. [We get a cut of Casey herself running around.] There are hot pans around and it's not a good situation." Casey goes on, "People are losing all sense of what's right and wrong in this situation." We cut Howie swearing and examining either something that he dropped or something with his burners. "People have different ways of handling pressure," Tre tells us calmly, "I'm not going to knock anybody's method as long as it gets the job done for them." Good on you, Tre! Hold on tight to that feeling and you'll be golden. In fact, pretend it's your Valium and someone's trying to take it away from you.
Colicchio reappears, this time for an honest-to-goodness Sniff 'n' Sneer. Checking in with Howie, Colicchio learns that Howie had been planning on braising pork shoulder, and in fact, he's still intending to braise the pork. "You're still braising it?" Colicchio queries. He is, and he'll probably finish it in the oven and pray for the best. Colicchio, totally skeptical in face and tone, says, "Good luck." He's so resigned to Howie screwing this up that his "Good luck" basically comes off as sarcastic. Colicchio checks in with Casey and Lia, who both think they can pull off their dishes with some minor changes, and learns that Sara N. had the foresight to buy tortillas since she will now be unable to make her own. Spastically freaking his hands and body every which way, Hung insists that the reduced time "is gonna work! It's gonna happen! No problem! No matter what, it's gonna happen!" Colicchio laughingly holds up a hand -- maybe to ward off the sweat and herbs Hung is flinging his way -- and says, "I actually believe you!" Hung's answering laugh is bordering on hysteria with a touch of mania. Just a touch. Colicchio then watches Hung dart off with his cleaver and makes a "Uch!" face as Hung steps in front of Casey. Casey, who had momentarily been stopped by the rampaging Hung, moves over to the stove and wonders aloud, "Was that a knife? Jesus Christ!"