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This season on
"The Tournament of All Stars,"

18 queens competed
in 3 brackets.

And tonight...

the top All Stars face off
in the semifinals,

as they continue their quest

for a coveted spot in
the "Drag Race" Hall of Fame.

The All Star returning
to the competition is...

Good evening.
I'm Rowdy Ru.

And I'm Rowdy Ru Jr., but
you can call me Little RuRu.

Tonight our top queens
of all three brackets

are back
for the semifinals of...

both:
"The Tournament of All Stars."

Bring back our semifinalists.

From Bracket 1...

here comes the Dawn

and A'keria C. Davenport.

Bitch,
we are so fucking back.

I think
she's been working out.

I kind of chewed up
Bracket 1,

spit it out, pissed on it.

And I'm just here
to do more of the same.

The semifinals,
they have commenced.

And, bitch,
I feel cunt about it.

I have no choice

but to knock these girls out
one by one.

And I'm ready.
Bing, bing, bing.

Oh, well, put that
in your pipe and smoke it.

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, she's here.

Up next, from Bracket 2,
it's Crystal Methyd...

and the reverend doctor,
Silky Nutmeg Ganache.

It's Punkie Brewster
all growed up.

The circus is back in town,

and I'm gonna ringlead
these girls to the finals

and that $200,000, period.

Why, this is the silkiest
Ganache I've ever had.

I'm not snatching no crown.
I'm here to earn the crown.

See, there's a difference.

Some girls have to snatch it
but not Silky Nutmeg Ganache.

And from Bracket 3,
it's Kennedy Davenport,

Jasmine Kennedie, and Sam Star.

♪ Don't play no games ♪

She really needs to start
dressing up

for these functions.
- Well...

I am prepared,

and I am definitely
in competition mode.

It's gonna be
a fight to the finish.

The best of the brackets
have returned,

and, baby, the game is on.

You're in a bald hat.
I'm sorry.

What are you talking about?

I'm Little Ruru.

3 girls from Bracket 3--

I think that means
we're pretty hot competition.

Sorry, girls who
didn't make it through.

Don't make me get the belt.

Buckle up, bitches.
Let the games begin.

Yee-haw.

And now, the moment
you've all been waiting for,

the winner
of the wild-card lottery.

The comeback queen rejoining
the competition is...

Gay.

It's Joey Jay.

I'm back, back, back again.

No matter how many times
you go to church,

you will never be able
to pray this gay away.

Hi, gay.
- Hi, gay.

I didn't qualify
with points,

so I'm sure some
of the girls are like,

we're not worried about her.

But the girls have to remember
RuPaul and Michelle chose this.

So, obviously,
I'm here for a reason.

Condragulations, All Stars.

You are one step closer
to the grand prize

of $200,000.

- Oh, my God.
- Okay.

Starting today
and for the next two weeks,

"Tournament of All Stars"
semifinal rules

are in full effect.

First, the points you earned
in the preliminary round

have been wiped,

so you're all starting
on a level playing field.

For the next two episodes,

I will name
one top All Star of the week,

and she will receive
a cash tip

of $10,000.

Then the two bottom All Stars
will lip-sync for their lives.

But the decision
of who lip-syncs

will not be mine to make.

It will be...

yours.

- All right.
- Okay.

- Wanted a twist, huh?
- I love you all.

Oh, God.

After I name
the top All Star,

the other queens
will rank each other

in a new and improved

Rate-A-Queen, the MVQ edition.

- Gag.
- Oh, gosh.

It's always something.
It's always something.

Ugh.

The two All Stars
that receive the lowest rating

from their fellow queens
will lip-sync for their lives,

and one will be eliminated.

Hmm.

Gag.

Now, let's reignite
this competition.

For this week's Maxi Challenge,

you are cordially invited
to perform

at the Tell Me Something Good
story hour.

Okay.

Each of you needs
to command the stage

as you tell
an entertainting story

that offers a life lesson
to your younger self.

Okay.

Now, to help you prepare,

you'll come
to my storytelling workshop,

where we will be joined by our
extra-special guest judge--

actor and comedian
Evan Mulrooney.

- Ooh.
- Oh, my God.

- Gorgeous day.
- Come on, Evan.

All Stars,
start your engines.

And may
the best drag queen win.

Sickening.

It could still be me.

Not only are
eliminations back,

we also have
this Rate-A-Queen situation.

What's the prize package, again?

'Cause this is a lot.

♪ "RuPaul's Drag Race" ♪

The winner of
"RuPaul's Drag Race All Stars"

will snatch an official
makeup collaboration

with Anastasia Beverly Hills
cosmetics,

a coveted spot in
the "Drag Race" Hall of Fame,

and a cash prize of $200,000,

with our extra-special
guest judge Evan Mulrooney.

♪ "RuPaul's Drag Race" ♪

♪ May the best drag queen win,
best drag queen win ♪

Well, they did
ask for the boss.

Okay.

- Back, back, back again.
- We have made it back...

- We're here.
- In this room.

Come on.
Everyone's in sportswear.

Bitch.

This is when the party
is actually getting started.

I'm so excited to meet the best
of the best of each bracket.

Oh, my God.
Hey, diva.

I think I'm most surprised to
see 4 girls from Bracket 3.

Can you believe
that 4 of us are here?

That's crazy.
- No.

And now that I know
that Rate-A-Queen is here,

hopefully they like me.

- How many points did you have?
- I got 8.

Girl, probably
the most of the season.

- Yeah. I think so.
- You was whupping the girls.

Oh, I was whupping
their asses.

Oh, you was dog-walking
the girls.

I mean,
like, a little bit, yeah.

But doesn't matter now.
- Nope.

It's an even
fucking playing field.

Okay.

I'm not sure if the level
of competition has risen

or just my blood pressure.

But I ain't scared.

Just because me
and Christa got 6

and some of you other hos
got 7 and 8,

that don't mean that we ain't
gonna come stomp you.

- Where are we finna be at?
- I don't know, girl.

Where you want to go?
- I was over here.

But Ms. Silky was
already right there,

so I don't want to be all
the Black girls on one side.

We can go over there.
Where do you want to go, girl?

Well, y'all talking about
that, how's that gonna go?

- What?
- You and Silk.

- It has to go nowhere.
- It has to go nowhere.

Unfortunately,
I don't know her.

Oh.

Everybody knows
that me and Silky

had a friendship
that was very deeply rooted.

But there's been
no communication

between the two of us
for over a year now.

And some things
have transpired off camera

that has now put me
in a position

where I can't even
acknowledge her.

Where's my stuff?

Ooh, there's too many
strong men around here

for me to carry my own things.
- Okay.

Coming into semifinals,
I feel very confident

in going all the way.

I am so happy with what
I delivered in my bracket.

Oh, girl...

As if life wasn't
already hard.

And I am very proud
to see A'keria here.

That's my family.
She's my niece.

The Davenport dynasty
is together.

Yes, ma'am.

And with this Rate-A-Queen,

having somebody that I know
have my back in the Werk Room

is, like, top-tier.

You come over here with us,

you come over here
with the veterans.

This rule format--
I'm expecting everyone here

to act a damn fool
the whole time.

- Oh, yeah, yeah.
- What does that mean?

Playing games,

lying, scheming.
- Yeah, yeah.

Coming back
to the semifinals,

I thought this was
good old-fashioned

standard classic "Drag Race."

Show your pretty dresses,
and, you know,

the judges will decide.

Now this is a game
of social-strategy warfare.

Ooh, look at our tour sisters
back together.

- Yay.
- Oh, my God.

- Family.
- We did tour together.

We all did.
We had all 36 states together.

- And now we're competing.
- I know.

But maybe, you know...

You know, the Rate-A-Queen
is very interesting.

In my preliminary round,

my social aspect of the game
wasn't the best.

Obviously.

I put April.

Silky got me good.

So, in the semifinals,

I'm not gonna count
on anyone looking out for me.

- I'm a little gagged.
- Gagged.

'Cause that means
everyone has an opinion now.

I know.

We all usually do.

This is gaggy,

'cause we control
the girls in the bottom now.

You're blocking
my camera, bitch.

Then move.
Find another one.

You move,
you little feather duster.

Oh, I love rating.
Yeah, I'm professional, baby.

I rate queens every day.

Honey, I look at them
and go, trash, horrible.

Jasmine,
you can shut the fuck up.

No. Did I shut up
the first time?

- You'll learn.
- No, I don't think I will.

I don't think
you will either, girl.

Put a cork in it, girl.

It gets a little
nerve-racking just in general

because it's a social game.

So maybe I should shut up.

Probably won't.

Now I have to be nice?

Jasmine, go ahead
and get packed, girl.

- Ooh.
- We got to give storyteller.

- Ooh! Oh!
- They choreographed the dance.

It's time
to write our material

for the Tell Me Something Good
story hour.

And I'm ready
to tell a story, bitch--

Dr. Seuss style,
Mother Goose style.

It is my time
to redeem myself...

because the last time
I did a similar challenge,

I was in the bottom.

For this challenge,
you have to be willing

to act a fool,
to be a complete idiot.

And I know that's hard
for you, Sam.

I was definitely too focused
on being perfect.

So, this time,
we're gonna have fun.

I hope.

I'm just hoping
I can impress the girls,

and, you know,
if I'm not in the top,

hopefully the girls don't put
me on the bottom.

You know?
- Right.

The social aspect--

I think
that we have an advantage

because there's four
from our bracket.

I hope we can use that.

Are we going to have
a Bracket 3 alliance?

I hope so, because to have
the majority of the group

have my back--sickening.

No, they're very quiet
over there.

Think they're scheming?

Do you think
they're scheming?

Joey likes to scheme.

I don't know--
Joey was, like, a little snippy

with me during Bracket 3.

And also, too, like,
I am the vibe checker.

And there was something
about her energy.

She was always
maybe a little sly.

So, you know, I definitely have
an eye on her.

- Do you want to scheme?
- What are we scheming about?

Our alliance could be,
like, if you flop,

I won't put you last.

Jasmine is probably
the girl in the room

that I'm the closest with.

But I'm not very close
with her.

I've met her
maybe two or three times.

We're both from New York.

And I want to have something.

Like, I want to make sure that,
like, someone knows

that, like, I'm in their court

so that hopefully
they'll be in my court.

I'm not even gonna lie.

I was supposed to give you
that last point.

And I really beat myself up
for that

because I didn't think
I would make it to the top.

Yeah, I know
where your mind was.

And, you know, I don't want
you to think

that, like, I did that
out of any malice or ill will.

I really did think I was gonna
make it to the top.

We're all here for ourselves,
but, like, I am here for you...

I'm here for you.

In the meantime, until we get
to that last second, you know.

I believe that Silky
really genuinely feels bad.

So I forgive my sister.

Going forward, you know,
I'm not gonna, like,

put all my trust in Silky.

But I think that she will have
my back a little bit more

than she did before,
when it comes to Rate-A-Queen.

All of my challenges
that I've won on "Drag Race"

have been nothing but comedy.
- Mm-hmm.

So I'm thinking about talking
about where it started--

being a class clown--
and just tell some stories

about getting my ass whupped
in school.

- Like, you got bullied?
- No.

Oh, your mama beat you?

- Yeah.
- She should.

I feel strong on the stage
with a mic in my hand,

so I'm excited
about this challenge.

This is the opportunity
for us to, like,

just relax
and have fun with it.

I'm a very organic speaker.

I don't like to write
a script full out

because what I have written
would ultimately be

too rehearsed,
and then I start to fuck up.

I'm nervous.

Do you have funny moments
that you can talk about?

I don't think I'm a comedian,

so I don't know how to say,
you know...

knock, knock, who's there?

Yeah, like,
it's just not my gig.

To tell a story
to my younger self

in hopes that
it will be funny--

it's kind of,
like, ugh, cringey.

But I say whatever comes
to my mind.

So it's, like...
it could be funny.

I'm really stuck
on what I want to talk about.

I don't--I don't know.

I don't even know
what to tell you.

What?
Don't eat noodles?

If I could tell
my younger self something...

it'll be, bitch,
brace yourself.

How are you guys?

Oh, thank you so much for
joining us for today's meeting.

Is this the table read?

Yes, this is the table read.

It's time for our table read

with Mama Ru and Evan Mulrooney

for our Tell Me Something Good
storytelling time.

Now, I'm not going
to ask you to tell us

what your story is that you're
gonna do on the main stage.

But I want you
to tell us a story,

and then Evan and I will help
shape that story,

if it needs it,
into a better, tight storyline.

All right, so who wants
to start first?

Now, Jasmine, your first kiss,
your first car,

or your first wig.

Ooh, let's do first kiss.

So there's this man,
like a Matthew McConaughey...

- Okay.
- Very, very rugged.

Yeah.

Always kind of, like,
looking me up and down.

One day, he took me aside,
and, you know--

- Where were you? What--
- I was at church.

Oh, at church.
Uh-huh.

I was sitting there,
you know, on my knees...

Praying that, you know,
one day,

God would give me someone
that could treat me right.

It's already hilarious!

He held me
on the chinny-chin-chin.

Uh-huh.

- And he kissed me...
- Oh, God!

On the cheek as a blessing.

How beautiful.

Girl, RuPaul
is loving my lies

and fables about the priest.

So, if she's giggling
this hard now,

I can't wait to see how she is
when I tell my story.

- And Dawn is back.
- Hi. How are you?

Hi, Dawn.
Did you go back to Brooklyn?

I sure did.

So what was the first thing
you did when you got back home?

Oh, my God. The first thing
I did was, well, went to bed.

And then the second
I woke up,

I was really interested
in feeding my soul.

So I got on Grindr.

I think this challenge
does play to my strengths...

if only just because
I love just say stupid shit.

- I have one question.
- Shoot.

So I'm very long-winded.

And I could tell a story, and
I can add, add, add, add, add.

How do I stay within the lines
but make sure

I keep the punch line and
the three parts of the story?

Child, I can go and tell
what each person wore,

'cause I still remember it,
what they breath smelled like.

But I also be up there
for ten minutes.

I think where people go
astray with storytelling

is starting to talk
about things

that don't add to the story.

Don't go into this rabbit hole
of embellishing things

that don't matter.
- Mm-hmm.

Listening to that advice,
it's very encouraging.

Especially after winning
my how-to challenge

in my preliminary bracket,
I know I can do this.

You know what I want to do?
I want to go around the table.

I want to say,
when you think of A'keria,

what's the first thing
you think of, right?

So this exercise is to give
you an idea of the consensus

of how you make fun
of yourself.

'Cause when I think of A'keria,
I say, ooh, all that ass.

Yeah.

So, A'keria, when you think
of Sam Star, first thing.

- Country.
- Country?

What about you, Jasmine?
- Cousin fucker.

That was one time!

- That's funny, though.
- Write that down.

Jasmine, what do
you think of Joey Jay?

- Chicken feathers.
- Chicken feathers!

That's the first thing
I think of.

- What a bitch.
- All right, all right.

A'keria, what's the first thing
you think of Joey Jay?

Two points.

I'm still here, bitches.

I'm still sitting
with all y'all.

I am a wild card.

So they probably don't see me
as competition.

You know, Joey Jay is gay.

- And dumb.
- And dumb.

Even if you included
a story of how dumb you are,

if the story--
I walked into the club--

And I hit my head.

And you hit your head, yes.

'Cause I walked
into the club.

I have a dumb sense of humor,

which I'm gonna 100% use
that to my advantage.

Everybody's got a notepad.

What have you been writing
in these notepads?

- Love letters.
- Recipes.

- My name.
- I drew a picture of you both.

- Of course you did.
- Thank you.

Of course you did.

Crystal, tell us a great story.

Ooh. Um...

I don't know.

Uh, you know, like, when you
get called on by a teacher

and you're not expecting it,
it's very that.

A story about, I don't know,
your first bicycle.

I'm a visual girl.
I hated English.

I always
hated writing stories.

However, there is no choice
but to meet those expectations

and answer the call.

It was Christmas,
and me and my brother

were both gifted
electrical scooters.

And before I even put
my foot on the pedal,

my brother drove off the curb,
face-planted.

Stands up, face bloody.

And I never rode
the motor scooter ever.

- Wow.
- And I still haven't.

See, where you
went wrong, Crystal...

In terms of storytelling
in general,

we want to have
a place to go, right?

Like, where can you go
from there?

I'm gonna...

Pull something out of my ass.

We're working
an overnight shift tonight.

Good luck...

and don't fuck it up.

- Good mor-ting.
- Oh, my God, Tina Burner.

We're back.

Challenge day.

Today we will tell our
Tell Me Something Good stories

on the main stage.

My whole approach
is making a fool of myself,

which usually runs in my favor.

I'm feeling very good
about this challenge.

I memorized it, so...

Yeah, are you gonna be using
note cards, Silky?

No, I'm not using cards.

- No cards?
- No cards.

Love it.
You, Crystal?

You know,
I'm just gonna wing it.

Child, you know you playing.

Crystal is very calculated.

Sure, she was struggling
in that workshop,

but knowing that old kooky,
conceptual bitch...

baby, I know it's probably
gonna be a good story.

I ain't even gonna lie.

After the workshop with Ru,
I got some more ideas...

- Yeah.
- To spice it up.

I did some changes,
some additions.

- Fucking cousins?
- Exactly.

Got it.

How are you feeling
about Rate-A-Queen?

I don't know.

I think I'm genuinely
just gonna wait and see

who I think didn't do
the best for now.

- Yeah.
- You know what I mean?

I feel like it's so early.

I'd like to think that my
Bracket 3 sisters have my back,

as I would them.

Like, I'm just wondering
if, like, the brackets

are gonna, like, stick
with each other.

Mm-hmm.
I don't know.

- I don't know.
- I haven't talk to them.

But Sam's not giving me
anything to work with.

So, at this point,
it is a mindfuck.

I'm trying to build these bonds
and relationships.

Who would y'all consider
to be your closest friend

here at the moment?

I think...

I have a lot of people
that I'm close to.

Like, I'm friends
with everyone.

Well, I'm close to A'keria
because she's my niece.

Yeah, I mean, I know Silky
and Jasmine the most.

I spent the most time
with them.

How about you, A'keria?

Kennedy. That's the closest
person I'm in here.

And...?

Yeah.

You know,
Jasmine, I realize...

I just don't expect A'keria
to rank me fairly.

But, honestly, I don't have
any words for her any longer,

and it's because of what
she said on social media.

She told everybody
that I was talentless.

She talked
about my weight-loss journey.

She questioned my character,

about me being a good person
and a reverend.

Uh-uh. It just
don't sit well with me.

Mm-hmm.

You have other people,
too, that, you know,

like, are there for you and,
like, will watch out for you,

so...

With this whole
Rate-A-Queen thing,

I'ma try to play it,
for the most part, fairly,

because if I was to do
some shady business,

the girls could find out

and automatically come
for me next week.

I would say
I would probably be closest

to all the Bracket 3 girls,

I mean, just because
we've had so much time

to get to know each other.

- Yes.
- Mm-hmm.

How do you feel like the
points went down in Bracket 3?

I feel like we were
all eager to play the game,

but we didn't have
very many opportunities

to be alone with someone,
so, like--

I don't know.
I saw you a couple times.

Well, I'm just saying.
I'm just saying.

You wanted to go there,
we could go there.

I didn't go anywhere, girl.

Vibe change tonight.

Oh, my God, girl.

I was okay with how
the game was played.

I just honestly feel
like I couldn't rely

on anybody at that time.

It seems like y'all have
a lot of drama

in y'all bracket.

We got a little.

Being that this is
my fourth time competing,

I feel like I was put
in the category of a threat

in this tournament.

So, hell, yeah,
that's gonna apply

to the Rate-A-Queen situations,

because now if I don't win
the challenge,

they are gonna use
that opportunity

to put me in the bottom.

My season was the first
that had Rate-A-Queen.

Ooh.

Well, did the cast vote
based on performance,

or did they use
a little bit of strategy?

There were definitely
friendships

taken into account, you know?

It's like, if you've known
someone for years

and they didn't do
a good job,

you're not gonna
put them seventh.

You're gonna put them
fourth or fifth.

So there's definitely, like...

a piece of dread
going into this.

You know, even though me
and Jasmine spoke briefly

about an alliance yesterday,

she has personal relationships
with a bunch of other people.

And then the rest
of these girls--

I can't trust them
as far as I can throw them.

They know that
I tore up Bracket 1.

And if they see a chance
to get me out of here,

I don't think
they wouldn't take it.

♪ Cover girl ♪

♪ Put the bass in your walk ♪

♪ Walk ♪

♪ Cover girl,
put the bass in your walk ♪

♪ Head to toe,
let your whole body talk ♪

Mama.

♪ Cover girl ♪

And what?

Welcome to the main stage

of "RuPaul's Drag Race:
Tournament of All Stars."

Here's the story
of a lovely lady.

It's Michelle Visage.

And that's the way
we all became the Shady bunch.

And Victoria Porkchop Parker
as Alice.

Yes, there's only one.

Style superstar,
Carson Kressley.

Do you like your stories?

Oh, yes, "All My Children,"
"The Bold And The Beautiful."

Is "Passions" still on?

In Slovenia, yeah.

You can't judge a book
by its cover.

It's Evan Mulrooney.

Ru, I'm a lot dumber
than I look.

This week we challenged
our All Stars to entertaint us

with their storytelling.

Tonight on the runway,
category is

Red Carpet Realness.

All Stars, start your engines.

And may
the best drag queen win.

Welcome

to the Tell Me Something Good
story hour.

Welcome, Dawn.

- Come on, Dawn.
- Work, Dawn.

- Doing great, sweetie.
- Good job, Dawn.

Dawn, what words of wisdom

do you have
for your younger self?

I think what I'd want to say
to my younger self

is to always savor
the great times

that you have
with your friends.

Like, this one time,
you are at the beach house

with three
of your best friends--

Amy, Sarah, and Josh,
all right?

It's a beautiful,
tropical, exotic location...

North Carolina.

all:
Ooh.

So I procured some marijuana,
and Sarah brought the pipe.

So we start passing
that shit around.

I look up and see
that Josh is standing

this close to the mirror,
convinced that he is a puppet.

And then Sarah,
she is checking her heart rate,

convinced that it is
1,000 beats per minute.

And then Amy--oh, my God,

Amy comes up to me,
her cute little ass,

and she says, hey, so I think
I'm having trouble breathing,

and I might be choking.

So I called 911.

Yeah.

Hello, 911.
What's your emergency?

And then I said...

help!

My friends are fucking dying!

So the cops are almost
definitely on the way.

- Uh-oh.
- I grabbed that jar of weed.

I'm gonna bury it
in the backyard.

I run to the backyard,
and I start digging.

I bury my little weed.

I get up.

My hands--
they're covered in dirt.

So I decide to start licking

the dirt off of my fingers.

And then...

a knock on the door.

And there standing
in the doorway...

is beach patrol?

Two 21-year-old dudes
with surfboards.

These dudes with surfboards
end up telling us

to maybe not smoke so much
next time,

but that moment has taught me
that I will always go

to the end of the Earth
to protect not just myself

but also all of my friends.

Thank you.

- Yay.
- Work, bitch.

I do like Dawn, but I could
just have used more jokes.

Thank you.

Hey, hey, it's Joey Jay.

Yay, JoJo.

Joey, what words of wisdom do
you have for your younger self?

You're gonna grow up poor.

But after years of hard work,
you will be older.

Let me tell you about my dad.

He was a magician.

He did this one trick where
he disappeared for 34 years,

and we still can't find him.

Come on, Joey.

The winter after I turned 18,
I would sneak out,

and I would steal
my mother's car.

I would pick up my best friend.

We would then drive 84 miles

to go to the club
for chicken night.

That means that it's 18 and up.

I remember it so vividly,

standing there
in a black velour dress.

There she was,
Desiree Matthews.

She voluptuously moved her big
hips and slithered towards me.

Hey, daddy, you ever choke on
a hot dog with a real woman?

Six months later,
I finally come clean to my mom

about the club
and about Desiree.

After grounding me, of course,
she goes, wait a minute.

Des and I were roommates.

She used to change
your diapers.

Holy shit.

I went right to that
very next chicken night.

I swished my little gay ass
up and down the club

and searched for Desiree like
I was on a mission from God.

She sees me
and slithers back over.

Hey, daddy, you ever choke--

And I cut her off
from the same pickup line.

I pull out a picture, and I go,
do you know this woman?

That's Mom.

She says to me, oh, my gosh,
I will take good care of you.

Fast forward a year.

And she's like, Joey,
you have the face for drag.

So a couple shots of whiskey
later, I started painting.

Maybe this is my calling.

Being the first
openly gay contestant

on "RuPaul's Drag Race"...

Has opened so many doors
for me, front and back.

So, Joey, you don't need
two parents.

You've had a fairy godmother
the entire time.

- Yes.
- Thank you so much.

- Yeah, JoJo!
- Good work, Joey!

That was funny, bitch.

Up next,
welcome Jasmine Kennedie.

Come on, Jasmine.

all: Ooh!
- Damn.

Yes.

Jasmine, what words of wisdom

do you have
for your younger self?

Hey, Kyle...

pay attention.

I'm gonna hold off
on telling you

about the time you came out
as trans on TV,

you iconic little bitch.

But, instead,
I'm gonna tell you

about the very first time
you came out.

I was 15 years old,
living in Binghamton, New York.

Living life as a boy
in Upstate New York,

boys were expected
to play sports.

So I went to every basketball
and football game

in uniform...

as a male cheerleader!
- Yay.

Mom traveled for work,
and Dad would work nights,

so me and my sister, Carly,
had a lot of time alone.

One fateful night, I was
playing with my mom's makeup,

putting on the nastiest
smokey eye in the world.

All of a sudden,
I heard my phone ring.

Hello?

Kyle, where are you?

You're supposed
to be at the school

cheering at a basketball game.

Get here now.

Okay.

Panic ran through my body.

How could I go to school
looking like this?

So I scrubbed my face,
ran down to the school,

and into the gym I went,

until my classmates
started interrogating me.

Kyle, are you wearing makeup?

First of all, rude.

How dare they think

a closeted male cheerleader
would be wearing makeup?

Second of all,
I didn't think I was anymore!

So, after all night
getting interrogated,

it was time for me to go home.

And who do I see?
None other than my mom!

Kyle, are you wearing makeup?

I couldn't hold it anymore.

I snapped.

Yes, Mom, because I'm gay
and I like makeup!

Do you have a problem
with that?

Oh, my God.

My mom stood shocked
for a second,

and then she giggled.

My mom said, it's okay.

I already knew.

What?

How could you have known?

But in that moment,
I was only one thing--

relieved.

I have the best mom
in the world,

and I'm so happy
she accepted me

for who I thought
I was at the time

and still accepts me
for who I am today.

You know, life can be hard,
and it can be scary,

but it's even scarier
to not live your life

as who you were meant to be,

'cause somewhere
out in the world,

there's a Kyle
who just wants the right

and the opportunity
to be a Jasmine.

Thank you.

Good job, Jasmine.

Jasmine's story
is just like her--

a bit melodramatic but sweet.

Yay, Jasmine.

And now Kennedy Davenport.

- Come on, Kennedy.
- Come on, Kennedy.

- Damn.
- Yes.

Welcome, Kennedy.

What do you have to say
to your younger self?

Don't worry, little Ruben.

It gets greater later.

Listen, I was a class clown.

And growing up in the '80s,

we were still getting
our ass whupped in school.

It was this teacher,

and she was
the only person that I knew

that was on a water diet
that never lost any weight.

She couldn't take me.

I would be having
my own conversation

while she was teaching
the class.

And this bitch just put me
in the back of the classroom.

But I was still laughing,

until she just finally got
tired and said,

go to the principal's office.

Now, the principal--

just picture
George Jefferson...

as a woman.

And she had
this Ping-Pong paddle.

And she said, since you want
to act like a little kid,

I'm gonna put you over my knee.

Ooh!

She put me over her knee
and whupped me.

Well, you know what?

The worst thing you can hear
with Mama is,

don't let the people have
to call me.

Y'all know what that means.
- Mm-hmm.

I need y'all help.
Y'all gonna help me?

all:
Yes.

I want y'all
to give me three rings.

all:
Ring, ring, ring.

Hello? Your child
is acting up in school.

Oh, don't worry about it.

I'll be right there
in a minute.

Ooh.

Okay.

Oh, man.

Uh-oh, she got the belt.

He did what, now?

Oh. Oh.

Didn't I tell you--

Shut up!

I said shut up.

- Oh.
- Ooh.

The moral of the story--

it's okay being
the class clown.

You may have gotten your ass
whupped in the '80s,

but it puts you
in a place like this,

where you win all
of the comedy challenges.

Thank you.

Well, now I'm depressed.

Welcome back

to the Tell Me Something Good
story hour.

Our next storyteller is

Silky Nutmeg Ganache.

Silky, Silky, Silky...

what words of wisdom do you
have for your younger self?

You will become
an international star,

and you will owe it
all to the Church.

The little nine-year-old boy
you see,

we called him Big Weegie.

Big Weegie attended
a small, little church

in Moss Point, Mississippi.

At this church, all
the children were in the choir,

and the choir director--

she directed with
a wooden spoon in her hand.

Ooh.

Y'all may know her
as the choir director,

but I knew her as my mama.

- Ooh.
- Okay.

It was one miraculous
choir rehearsal,

and the choir director
came up to me, and she said,

I want you to lead
the choir this Sunday.

And then she took
that wooden spoon

and pressed it
against my little nose,

and she said,

you better not cut up
in front of all these folks

and embarrass me.
- Uh-oh.

Little old me
was just so excited.

I get to lead the choir
for the very first time.

Sunday morning came,

and, baby, I put on
my white Nancy boots.

Yes.

The pastor said, choir...

please come up and sing a song.

I ran to the microphone,
I grabbed it...

I went to the front
of the church, and I said...

♪ Let the church say yeah ♪

The first lady got up,
and she said,

you better praise Him,
Big Weegie.

You would have thought
I was Serena Williams,

the way I crip-walked
all over that church, baby.

I sang, and I danced.

I said, J-J-J-J-J-Jesus.

The Deacon got up,
and he ran around the church.

Oh, he ran.

The spirit was so high, y'all.

And then the Lord
had spoke to me.

I just felt like
I had to tell everybody.

So I had said
in front of the church...

sexual chocolate!

Work!

And when I brought
my head back down,

I saw my mama.
- Uh-oh.

And I knew
she was gonna beat my ass.

Ooh.

I just started to walk
to the back of church.

Sister Pearly stopped me,
and she said,

you are very talented.

Don't let the foolishness
outshine your little light.

And then Sister Pearly
said to me,

yo mama still gonna beat
your ass.

Thank you.

- Whoo.
- Work it.

Good job, baby.

- Let the church say "amen."
- Amen.

Up next,
A'keria C. Davenport.

Okay, sister.

- Yes, ma'am.
- There's the body.

A'keria, what words
of wisdom do you have

for your younger self?

Now, listen,
you may feel alone now,

but one day, you will
definitely be seen and loved.

I was a little bitty kid.

Didn't really have
a lot of friends.

So, when I got older,

pageantry became something
that I felt love in.

I used to do pageants
in dollar-store wigs.

I was gluing rhinestones
to my skin.

I was desperate
to win a pageant.

Needless to say,
I was constantly losing.

I got with my gay mom.

Oh, how I love this lady.
We're on the road one time.

I just did registration
for a pageant.

We're laying across the bed at
this little mozi-wozi motel.

And all of a sudden,
she jumps up.

She says, bitch,
I know what you can do.

You should let me pump you.
- Ooh.

So I'm like,
okay, girl, you know,

so I can get that
voluptuous shape.

We get in the car,
we're driving on down.

I'm thinking we're finna go
to a doctor's office.

And then, boom...

we at the feed store.

Wait, bitch.
This for animals.

What are we doing here?

She said, girl,
I got to get some syringes.

So we're walking.
I look.

There's a rabbit needle.
Okay, not too bad.

Okay, we still walking.

We get to the horse needle.
- Ooh-ooh.

Now, I know I want
to be built like a stallion,

but not that bad, baby.

I get back to the hotel room.
I'm excited.

She said, girl,
you got to go get naked.

So I pull my drawers up.

You know how my briefs--
I was still a boy at that time.

Well, I'm still
a boy now, child.

And she said, girl, you got
to lay on your stomach.

So I laid her on my stomach.

And she said,
I'm going to count to three.

She said, one, two...

By three, the bitch was
already inside of me.

Oh, I wanted to jump up,
but I couldn't,

because she had already
did one side.

I laid my ass on down
and got the other one.

Needless to say,
still lost the pageant.

So moral of the story is,

sometimes you do things
that you'll regret.

But every lesson
is a life lesson.

And I don't live
with any regret.

It is what it is,
and I am who I am today--

fine, healthy, and free.

Thank you.
- Hey.

Come on, A'keria.

Up next, Sam Star.

Yes, Samantha.

Sam, is there anything
you'd like to say

to your younger self?

Little baby Samantha,

you're not gonna have
to serve to serve.

If you couldn't tell
from my outfit or my accent,

I am from all the way down
in Alabama.

And we're known
for many things--

denim, fringe...

cousin fucking.

Shout-out to Cousin Billy.
I love you.

But if you know a lot
about the South,

you know that it's like a damn
religion to be into sports.

And as a little kid,
I wanted to blend in,

and I tried my best
to be like the other boys.

So I said,
why not give sports a try?

My dad was very excited.

The first sport that I wanted
to try out was soccer.

Girl, it was a disaster.

The only thing that I liked
about soccer was my cleats,

because it was kind of like
I was wearing high heels, okay?

Soccer is gonna be strike one.

Damn it!

Next up, I thought,
let me try out baseball.

Girl, they always made me
play the outfield.

I didn't mind, though, because
I did like to braid the grass.

I also didn't mind the view
I got of Rickey,

who played second base, 'cause
he had a nice tight ass.

- Uh-huh.
- Shout-out to you, Ricky.

So that is gonna have to be
our strike two.

In middle school, I said,
let me try out tennis.

The shorts were shorter,
and the boys were cuter.

My crush Blake played with me.

But when I found out
he only cared

about hitting the balls
and not on me,

I lost interest quickly.

That's gonna be
our strike three.

Now, little baby Samantha,

they're gonna say
that you are not athletic.

But don't worry, bitch.

Just wait till you find a wig
and a pair of heels,

and you're gonna realize

you're not gonna have
to be great at sports

to one day become an All Star!

Thank you!

Samantha.

Yee-haw.

Welcome to the stage
Crystal Methyd.

- Come on, Crystal.
- All right, Crystal.

Whoo-whoo.

Crystal, words of wisdom
for your younger self?

Ahoy, little sailor.

Let me tell you,
life ain't all calm waters.

It's a voyage full of mutiny,

strange ports, and sea beasts.

It's 1997.
I'm only six years old.

And my family's just set sail
from sunny California

and dropped anchor
in Ozark, Missouri.

I was super anxious
about starting school.

My mom introduced me
to our neighbor Danny,

who was a fifth grader
with brown hair and freckles--

totally my type at the time.

And the rules were simple.

When Danny gets on the bus,
you get on.

And when Danny gets off,
you get off.

Well, on this particular day,
Danny didn't get on the bus.

He was probably doing
something sporty,

like football or wrestling.

And as I fantasized
about all the cute costumes

Danny might be wearing,

Bob, the bus driver,
started on our route home.

I played with my little
friendship bracelet

that I'd given myself
as I stared out the window,

when, suddenly,
my house sailed by.

The only safe harbor that
I knew, gone in an instant.

So there I am,

a city girl from California
in misery,

going to who-knows-where.

Should I say something to Bob?
What would I even say?

I'm only six.

Who am I to criticize this man
on how to do his job?

So I clung to my backpack,

and I watched
as every single child

got dropped off home safe.

And I rode until the bus
went back to the bus depot.

Oh.

I thought, well,
this is where I'm gonna live

the rest of my life.

I started going through
my backpack for rations.

Score!
A granola bar.

We're eating good tonight.

As I laid out all my supplies
on the seat,

I was totally unaware
of Bob doing final rounds,

when he looked down at me.

Well, shit, he said.

So Bob, my personal chauffeur,
drove me home.

Needless to say, my mom never
let me ride the bus again.

Now, little Cody, in life,

you are going to go
through difficult situations

and feel lost.

You're gonna learn
the importance

of using your voice
so you are not left adrift.

Thank you.

- Yay.
- Whoo.

She's a land ho.

♪ Mother of the house ♪

Category is
Red Carpet Realness.

Up first, Dawn.

This is how they do it
on Mars.

This dress is an homage
to my Emmys red carpet,

the first red carpet
I ever walked.

I wore the same color--
seafoam.

She has me sea-foaming
at the mouth.

I am cinched within an inch
of my fucking life.

I literally can't breathe.
My tits look amazing.

And I have elf ears on.
Duh.

I feel good.

♪ Bitch, get back
when I step on the runway ♪

Silky Nutmeg Ganache.

Oh.

Honey, that's sexual chocolate.
- Okay.

Yes.

Baby, I don't do
spooky dookie,

but if I did,
this is how it would look--

a black gothic swan.

The titties hurt.
The waist, cinched.

And, baby, look at this hair.

It's a showstopper.

♪ Mother of the house ♪

Crystal Methyd.

Ooh.
- Ooh.

Her insane clown pussy
is on fire.

It is.

I don't usually wear gowns,

so I am wearing
a high-fashion '60s clown car

menswear-inspired suit.

My butt looks
so good in these pants.

Everything is tailored
to perfection.

You know what?
Mama gives good headpiece.

I would bell-bottom for her.

Kennedy Davenport.

The higher the hair,
the closer to menopause.

That is a fact.

Red Carpet Realness is one
of my favorite categories,

because I get
to be beautiful, opulent,

and feel rich, when I'm not.

Get a load of that peach.

I've lost a little weight,
so I am in this gown.

And, baby, my heart
is talking to Jesus, okay?

♪ Bitch, get back
when I step on the runway ♪

A'keria C. Davenport.

Is that a peacock,
or is she just happy to see us?

This is a work of art.

This is one of my favorite
dresses I've ever made.

I am completely shining
from head to toe.

Every petal has
its own reflective rhinestone.

I have my 20-inch liquid
beaded fringe for my arm.

This looks very light.

I know Ru is asking
for this dress on the inside.

You can have it for 200,000.

And the bead goes on.

♪ Mother of the house ♪

The first homosexual to ever
grace our stage, Joey Jay.

- Well, the first openly.
- That's right.

A pioneer.

I am wearing
a crystal-dripping gown

with gold detailing.

Just your average Joe.

I'm not just attending
an awards show.

I've just accepted 18 Oscars.

I feel good, bitch.

♪ Bitch, get back
when I step on the runway ♪

Sham Shtar.

I wonder what Sam's cousin
will think of this.

Girl, I'm giving
old-school red carpet puss.

I'm giving you
big blonde updo.

But the best part
of the outfit--

I have heels on my tits,

heels on my hips,
matching heels on.

Yes, this bitch is pumped.

I wonder if she used
a horse needle.

Yes.

♪ Mother of the house ♪

Jasmine Kennedie.

Now, that looks like a woman
who can fix my credit score.

Locks.

That's what I'm giving
with this runway--money.

I have my beautiful chignon

with my little waves
in the front

and streaks of navy blue
and my red lip and red pumps.

She's certainly giving me
Old Holly-wood.

Oh.

Welcome, queens.

"Tournament of All Star" rules
are in full effect.

Tonight I'll name the one
top All Star of the week,

who will receive
a cash tip of $10,000.

Then the rest of you
will Rate-A-Queen

to determine the bottom two
All Stars of the week.

Those two will lip-sync
for their lives,

and one All Star
will be eliminated.

Now it's time
for the judges' critiques,

starting with Dawn.

When I got high
for the first time in my life,

I also called
the police on myself.

But instead
of hiding the evidence,

I told the cops that I got
the weed from my mom,

which was true.

One thing I would say
about the story is,

I wanted to see
a little bit more embellishing

about your friends,
who the dealer was,

where you got the weed from.

It was my dad.

See, kismet.

It did wander
a little bit for me.

My recommendation
to everybody is,

if you can get there quicker,
do it.

This look...

it's unbelievably good.

I love how it's architectural.

And it just kind of swoops
and wraps around

and makes you look
10 feet tall.

Dawn, you always know
how to pull yourself together.

You have quite the eye.

Up next, Silky Nutmeg Ganache.

This look--

ooh, come on,
"Ebony" Fashion Fair.

Sexual chocolate.

Gorgeous.

Now, you better preach,
Pastor,

because I was so engrossed
in your storytelling.

Y'all may know her
as the choir director,

but I knew her as my mama.

I was very impressed
with how you held back,

'cause I know, bitch,
you can go on and on and on.

Up next, Crystal Methyd.

This look tonight--this is
crazy and it shouldn't work.

But it's
so beautifully crafted.

It's just fantastic.

Yeah, in your story, that
Napoleon look was dynamite.

It was so fun.

The wordplay, the misery,
Missouri--so clever.

A city girl from California
in misery.

This was so tight and
polished and professional.

It was so heartfelt and funny
at the same time.

It was that perfect mixture

of melancholy
and ridiculousness

that is Crystal Methyd.

What did you leave
out of the story?

That I had started
killing rats for food.

- Glad you left that out.
- Yeah.

Up next, Kennedy Davenport.

Ooh, Kennedy,
there was so much whupping

going on in that story,
but the characters were funny.

I don't know necessarily
what the big takeaway

of the story was,

but I was scared for my life

when you came out
as your mother.

And the commitment
to that switch was awesome.

You certainly know
how to dress for a red carpet.

Here, in this outfit,
it's all there--

beginning, middle, and end.

And that's what was missing
from your story.

It wasn't concise enough.

I would love
for it to have been

about one very specific time

that was easier to follow,
you know?

Yes, ma'am.

Up next,
A'keria C. Davenport.

This look tonight is art.

Who did it?
- I did.

A'keria,
from every bugle bead

to every scale,
it's so beautiful.

It reminds me
of a Mugler dress.

- Alien.
- Yes, it is extraordinary.

Thank you.

I really enjoyed your story.
It was such a unique story.

I was like, the feed store and
all the different needle sizes.

There's a rabbit needle.
Okay, not too bad.

I thought that was just
so interesting.

But I think
that behind the changing area

wasn't needed.

That kind of takes us
out of the moment.

We're like, where's she going?
What's she doing?

And that can get you
in trouble.

You know, it takes
a lot of bravery

to tell that story
and to be that honest.

It's really fascinating.

I think it's a six-part
HBO series, honestly.

Up next, Joey Jay.

So your storytelling--

that gag with
the sound-effect machine...

we were all hysterical
because of it.

Your writing is top-notch.
- Thank you.

And I just think maybe
getting away from the cards

would have helped a little bit.

I think having the cue cards

along with the sound board
was brilliant.

I loved the idea of, like, the,
like, real coordinated, okay...

- Yeah, play to your strengths.
- Perfect.

Keep it stupid, girl.

I think this look tonight
is gorgeous.

For me, I would have liked
a black shoe,

only so it brings out
the chiffon.

But it's just
really pretty, Joey.

You know, Joey Jay,
"All Stars" is designed

to lift up some of the girls
who didn't get to shine before,

and you are
the perfect example of that,

and we are all here for it.

Up next, Sam Star.

First and foremost, you...

had me at "cousin fucking."

I was in.
- Your story was fine.

I was just craving
a little bit more detail.

How did football go?
How did soccer go?

Just make it
more authentic to you.

I think tonight this is
so fun, this is so quirky--

the heels that you have
on this dress.

I think for me,
the length is bothering me.

I feel like it should be
to the ground

or a little bit shorter.

But this color
looks gorgeous on you.

- Thank you.
- Jasmine Kennedie.

Your story ended up
being really heartfelt.

I actually really loved
your performance.

It felt very theatrical.

There's a moment

where you sat down
and answered the phone,

and it felt
very film noir to me.

Hello?

Dial T for trans.

Yes.

I charge big bucks
every minute, okay?

You look like one
of Truman Capote's swans

who all the other wives hate.

- They do.
- Hate to love.

And I loved your story, too.
It was really good.

Thank you so much.

Thank you, All Stars.
I think we've heard enough.

Based on your

Tell Me Something Good
performances

and your Red Carpet Realness
runway presentations,

I've made some decisions.

Tonight you all captured
our imaginations.

But the greatest story
ever told was by...

Crystal Methyd.

Ah!

Condragulations.

You're the top All Star
of the week.

Thank you so much.

You've won a cash tip
of $10,000,

courtesy of Clutch Glue,

the original fashion glue.

Love it.

For the rest of you,
it's time to Rate-A-Queen,

MVQ edition.

You'll rank your competitors
from top to bottom.

And the bottom two

will lip-sync for their lives.

So, while you Rate-A-Queen,

the judges and I will play
dirty charades.

You may leave the stage.
- Bye.

It's time for Rate-A-Queen,
and I am terrified, girl.

We have to rank the queens
from top to bottom

and that is going to decide

who is going gonna be
lip-syncing this week.

I'm so sorry to my sisters
in advance.

Never thought
I'd see this shit again.

There's a small part of me that
just wants to be really messy.

Based on the critiques,
I could be at risk here.

Yeah, I'm going
full strategy here.

Okay.

I'm nervous that the girls
might put me in the bottom

because I'm the wild card.

And that could
make me an outsider.

So let's play the game.

My number-one MVQ goes
to Kennedy Davenport,

because I know my ass
isn't gonna lip-sync

against her tonight if
the girls are gonna be shady.

My number one, Joey Jay.
Her set was very funny.

- My number-one MVQ...
- My number-one MVQ...

Is going to Sam Star.

Her efforts were shown
all night,

even though the judges
may not have agreed.

My number-two MVQ,
Jasmine Kennedie.

I love how she told her story.

- My number-two...
- MVQ...

Joey Jay, 'cause I thought
Joey Jay was gonna win.

My number-three MVQ,
Sam Star.

Even though the length
of the dress was god-awful,

I still think
she looked beautiful.

My number-three MVQ, A'keria.

My number-four MVQ,
based on critiques,

Silky.

My number-five MVQ,
I'm gonna say Kennedy.

The one person I would look
out for would be Kennedy.

But because of her critiques
on the runway,

I really can't do anything
too obvious with saving her.

That'll put a target
on my back.

My number-five MVQ, A'keria.

She's the one that I'm trying
to edge out of the bottom.

Even though
I love her to death,

my number-six MVQ
is gonna be Kennedy.

This might be
our only opportunity

to have her in the bottom.

She's a fierce competitor.

My number-six MVQ
will go to Dawn.

I was just underwhelmed.

My number-six MVQ, Dawn.

My number-six MVQ,
A'keria,

because mama had a runaway
out this world.

But at the same time,

I didn't laugh one time
during her story.

And that's the tea.

That is the tea.

- And that's...
- The tea.

- It's the motherfucking tea.
- Wish me luck.

And that's the tea.

Shut up.

Welcome back, All Stars.

Your fellow queens
have made some decisions.

Based on
the Rate-A-Queen results,

the bottom-two All Stars
of the week are...

Kennedy Davenport...

and A'keria C. Davenport.

I'm sorry, my dears, but you
are both up for elimination.

The rest of you may step
to the back of the stage.

all:
Thank you.

I love y'all.

- I love you.
- I love you, too, bitch.

Two All Stars
stand before me.

Ladies, this is your
last chance to impress me

and save yourself
from elimination.

The time has come...

For you to lip-sync

for... your... life!

I hate that I have
to lip-sync against my niece

because it's not gonna be easy
sending her home.

But the lip sync is mine.

As Davenports,
we both have an understanding

of what it is to compete,

so I'm gonna have
to come twice as hard

because I know
what she's capable of.

Ms. Kennedy, I'm going
to throw the kitchen sink

at your ass tonight.

Good luck...

and don't fuck it up.

♪ All my life ♪

♪ On a search to find ♪

♪ The love who'll stay
for eternity ♪

♪ The heaven sent
to fulfill my needs ♪

♪ But when I turn around ♪

♪ Again love
has knocked me down ♪

♪ My heart got broken ♪

♪ Oh, it hurt so bad ♪

♪ I'm sad to say
love wins again ♪

♪ So I place my heart
under lock and key ♪

♪ Ooh, yeah ♪

♪ To take some time
and take care of me ♪

♪ But I turn around ♪

♪ And you're standing here ♪

♪ Standing here ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ No, nobody ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ No, no, no
- Come on!

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ No, no, no, no ♪

♪ Nobody's supposed
to be here ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, yeah ♪

♪ I've tried it
over and over ♪

♪ No, no, no ♪

♪ Nobody's supposed
to be here ♪

♪ Came along,
and you changed ♪

♪ Yeah, my heart ♪

♪ Oh, no, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ Nobody's supposed
to be here ♪

♪ Came along and changed ♪

♪ My mind ♪

♪ Oh ♪

Oh, my God.

Y'all better start
the semifinals, bitch!

Now that is a lip sync

for the herstory books.

All Stars,
I've made my decision.

A'keria C. Davenport,
shantay, you stay.

- Thank you.
- Wow.

A'keria, you may join
the other girls.

- Good job.
- Thank you.

Kennedy Davenport,

you are and will always be

a legendary queen.

Now...

sashay away.

Thank you.

- Kennedy.
- I love you, Kennedy.

We love you, sis.
I'm sorry.

Well, damn it. I missed it.

- I'm gonna miss you.
- You too.

I feel like I did very good
in this tournament,

and I was a real contender
and a threat.

But the book is not done.

It's not finished.
It's just another chapter.

It's always the girls.

Condragulations, All Stars.

And, remember,
if you can't love yourself,

how in the hell
you gonna love somebody else?

Can I get an "amen" up in here?

all:
Amen.

All right,
now let the music play.

♪ Good luck,
and don't eff it up, up, up ♪

♪ Good luck, and don't ♪

♪ Good luck, and don't, unh ♪

♪ Good luck,
and don't eff it up, up, up ♪

♪ Good luck, and don't ♪

♪ Good luck, baby ♪

♪ Good luck,
and don't eff it up, up, up ♪

♪ Good luck, and don't ♪

♪ Good luck, baby ♪

♪ Good luck,
and don't eff it up, up, up ♪