Elsewhere, the Scotti proceed with their commitment ceremony. The Scotti cry. The guests cry.

Kitchen. Stephen presents the apparently new news that the canapés will be passed for an hour and a half at the reception. They don't have enough canapés for an hour and a half. Lee Anne calls out to grab some Dungeness crab and make some sort of crab puffs with pâte a choux (cream puff pastry). Dave has another idea to make something similar to what he did for the Quickfire. Dave combines the crabmeat with pineapple, cucumber, mirin, and lime juice and makes some sort of a canapé on pita chips. Looks and sounds good. Go Dave! The canapés go out. The guests really like both. One guest bawls, "FABulous" when she eats the crab on pita. One of the servers reports to Dave that the Scotti are really happy with the canapés. However, it's time for the judges to weigh in. The Bot asks Marcy and Gail what they thought of the shrimp toast. "It was very greasy," Gail drawls. "It had no flavor at all," Marcy adds.

Oh, here we go with more Stephen insanity. Stephen is in the dining room, counting things and writing things down, as the servers watch him. Harold reminds us, "The next course is Stephen's amuse bouche." Stephen asks the wait staff, "So, does everyone know what we're doing tonight?" Is he fucking serious? He's asking the wait staff at a hotel if they're aware of what their job is that night? "We're doing a wedding reception, which I'm sure you've done hundreds of. You know, essentially, it's a wine dinner," Stephen goes on. Essentially, it's a what? Says who? He needs to take that cork out of his ass and stop turning EVERYTHING into a FREAKING wine pairing! Stephen then starts going over the glassware, explaining what wine will be in which glass. And he doesn't stop with just "this is the for the red, this is for the white," oh no, he goes further and says stuff like, "It's from the Vin de Pays, you know, the South of France." However, instead of pronouncing it as "pay-ee," he pronounces it as "pay." He's an idiot. Hysterically, the wait staff just stare him down, poker-faced. Dave bitches to us that Stephen was nowhere to be found. Stephen shows a complicated drawing of the dining room and seems to be explaining what tables are. Lee Anne tells us they didn't need Stephen to be their liaison between the kitchen and dining room. Yeah, I'm assuming the captain of the wait staff would fill that role. In fact, Lee Anne next points out that they had a captain. The camera zooms in on the captain, who is suffering this fool patiently.