Quentin Alexander
"What I really want to know is .... how am I still on this show?"
Keith and Jlo do their best to head-bob us into submission, but this is just glorified karaoke.
Jlo : The whole entire thing really worked. Perfect song for you. The pitch thing, still all over the place.
Harry : I love your artistry, your individuality. There was little different than Lenny's version. It was good, but you got to come out swinging.
Keith : I thought you held you're own. Like the whole 51 Shades of Grey
Wait, wait, wait. Quentin has a grievance and we must hear his grievance. Hands up, don't shoot? Nope. He's pissed that Rayvon and Purple Hillary are in the bottom two.
Quentin: This whole thing is whack. And I'm gonna shut up right now.
He stomps off stage, unsmiling.
Harry: Quentin if it's that whack, you can go home. That's highly disrespectful.
Amen.
Quentin brings his unsmiling face back on stage, walks straight up to the judges table, making us think he and Harry might trade punches.
Quentin tries to clarify his statement, saying he wasn't talking about the judges, just the bottom two.
We go to an awkward commercial break. AFterwards, Quentin is all smiles as he asks America to continue to vote for him. Good luck with that, ass.
