Lakisha: Excellent! I love that you look and sound like a twenty-something again.
Chris S: Surprisingly off the beat and just crap. You’re good, what happened?
Gina: Eh, I guess it was good. Kind of boring.
Sanjaya: Buh-bye. Seriously dude, I gave you a pass last week, but now you must leave. And your hair scared me.
Haley: (I think I lapsed into a coma for her performance, so I can’t really comment on it.)
Phil: From now on you should only sing Police songs. This was the first time you didn’t creep me totally out.
Melinda: (My favorite gal) I LOVE YOU! You never lose it, you always love what you’re doing. You’re great to watch.
Blake: (My favorite guy) Good lord, you took a song by The Cure and made it happy! You smartly chose not to do the beat-boxing stuff. Excellent.
Jordin: That outfit got you a few million votes! A good, young song, and you did a pretty good job, but I wish you had been more exciting.
Chris R: I agree, don’t speak — it hurts. And get rid of the boy-band shoes.