The Blue Group cooks. Harold promises that the guy who flubbed the Quickfire is not the real him. I don't know Harold, I really wonder if you've got the balls to last this entire competition. Oh, what the hell is Stephen saying now? He's searing a rack of lamb "to the fourth power"? "Four different searing methods," Stephen explains, going on about flavor components and how they work with his Spanish tempranillo wine. "Due to the fact that I am," he reminds us, "a sommelier." FISHHOOK! Cynthia says that Stephen "knows his stuff" in the wine world and is "very much, uh, full of himself." "Stephen is a sommelier, so he's a professional bullshitter," Lee Ann interviews. Love her. "The meal is not complete without the wine," Stephen says, tipping back a tiny taste. I might agree with that on principle but still, HATING him. Tiffani beefs out that she's all focused and intent and zoned and shit when she's cooking: "It's not playtime for me." Is it ever playtime for you, Tiffani? Cynthia dithers and swears and swears and dithers. Harold says that watching Cynthia cook is like watching utter chaos. Cynthia swears and forgets what she needs and then hysterically asks Stephen, "How you doing there, Brian?" Stephen twings and replies, "Stephen?" and knock me down with a feather because he doesn't add, "The sommelier?" Cynthia tells Colicchio that she's not quite sure what she's doing, but she's going with lamb steak and "crazy rice." Colicchio asks what's so crazy about it. You mean, other than that Cynthia's making it? Cynthia says, "Well, you know, it's got all kinds of stuff going on -- it's got the black shit, it's got the brown...it's got the, you know." Yeah, she's a bit batshit. Although, to be fair, when I'm at my worst I tend to communicate that way. I'm all, "I have to do that thing with the stuff, you know?" My husband stares at me and says, "Yeah, I'm gonna need a few nouns."