'FNL' begins its fifth and final season.
It's hard to figure out who won this episode. Not hard to figure out who lost.
"Am I being hard on a bunch of kids who entered a contest? If so, I am the only one."
No no, it’s not food. It’s leg warmers, because otherwise she doesn’t have calf muscles.
Plus: The salty-scallop man returns.
A musical goes horribly awry, but not without some fun lyrics.
"It’s like all natural phenomena and all of human culture are merely instruments through which Steve Ells can more closely examine the viability of concepts."
Someone jumped in the Ganges river last night, while other teams played with poop. Seriously.
She responds to budget constrictions by basically saying, “Daddy, I want an Oompa Loompa! I want you to get me an Oompa Loompa right away!”
The bitches are back.
He wonders what has gone wrong in his life that he will actually miss an 'Idol' contestant.
But Tyra's not happy about it.
Does a top-to-bottom revamp make this show any better?
"So, Will.I.Am is on the show every week, now? It is seriously giving me anxiety that his presence on the show appears to be open-ended."
"Never let it be said that Bobby Flay is not a man obsessed with dipping sauces."
When Phil Rizzuto said “we got a real pressure cooker going here” in “Paradise by the Dashboard Light," he was talking about the empty overheating cauldron socked squarely between Meat Loaf’s ears.
The roomies get back together one more time to parse a season's worth of poop and borderline assault.
This is the “fall back” side of the daylight saving time seesaw that balances out the “spring forward” of the Judges’ Save.