It Came Upon A Sniff And Sneer
The cheftestants are brought back out, and CJ and Marcel are booted. CJ agrees to us that his dish wasn't as refined as it could have been, and Marcel, bobbing his head around, decides that throwing French phrases around makes him refined, so his opinion about losing is, "C'est la vie." Tre brags to us that a lot of people are going to jump out of their seats and cheer when he wins.
And now it's about time for the twist: they have to cook one more course. Like, duh. Anyone who didn't see this coming is either really dumb or Tiffani. Tiffani throws her head back in mock agony and tell us she's really mad at herself for not seeing it coming. Padma sends them back to the kitchen with thirty minutes to cook. They can use "anything [they] want" (I assume that means "in the pantry"? Because ain't no one going back to Whole Foods tonight) and all the leftovers -- including the made dishes -- from all the other cheftestants. That's so bizarre, but also kind of cool. It's sort of like how I cook when I don't feel like going to the grocery store. I've made some wild and fairly okay stuff when I'm on a fridge "now or never" binge.
Okay, the timer counting down in such a threatening way to Top Chef Chicago is really not making me happy. I feel like it's telling me, "Don't close your eyes because we're coming to gitcha!"
In the kitchens, Tiffani barks, "Sandee, Josie, and Stephen -- I need your help!" She explains the situation to them while Tre just gets started. Mainly silently, completely without barking orders peremptorily. CJ tell us how Tiffani sounded, "She had some, like, crazy scream, 'mah, meh, yah, yah, yah!'" His impression is uncanny. Tre goes to grab a jug of cider, but Tiffani orders him away from it, informing him, "No, no, no -- that's mine! That's mine! That's mine! All of this is mine. Sorry." Does anyone remember that scene in The Rescuers when Madame Medusa is fighting with Mr. Snoops over the Devil's Eye and she's all, "It's miiiiiine, it's all miiiiiiine!"? That's Tiffani. Of course, not to be out-screeched or out-irritatinged, you can hear Betty screaming in the background about...something. She really doesn't need to be doing that since it's no longer her game, but I'm sure she's just making sure that this scene can also go on her "greatest hits." "See, Mr. Producer? That voice in the background? Yeah, that's me! Listen to my range, my projection!" Ugh. And I know exactly how she would look saying it -- all teeth and huge eyes and nodding head. Of course, the Evil Dr. Mathra is less convinced that Betty is a fame whore and more convinced that she has her own form of Intermittent Explosive Disorder.