Masterchef Leslie compilation (part 1)

And things are good. I can't complain. I'd be a fool if I did. When you're hot, you're hot, and I'm hot. I'm going to make this happen. I most certainly belong up there with any one of them. But at the end of the day, I think there are a lot of one-trick ponies in there. And I want to be the only horse that gets kicked in the ass. And then, Leslie, we have you. Do you really need this competition? Yes. I just need an honest-to-goodness chance to learn from some of the best people in the world. We think we can teach you some new tricks. Come get your apron. Thank you very much. And I promise you, you won't regret it. Thank you. Great job. Who's going to screw up tonight? Why Leslie? Because he's, because he likes to flap his jaws and not cook so much. So he talks too much? Talks too much. Good luck. Thank you so much. I've never said anything to you, Elizabeth, never once. You want to get ugly? Leslie, let's get ugly. You don't know where the hell I've been. You f***ing live in Malibu. Oh. You want to know why I live in Malibu, sweetheart? It's because I work my ass off. You know what work is? OK? No, no, I got where I got because I work. Oh, I know, I know. Oh, I work so hard to get where I am. Obviously, your f***ing wife works, and you don't. Go on your f***ing to me about where I live. Figure out how I got there. Earmuffs. I work. You want drama, I'll give it to you. You ain't seen s*** yet. Leslie, what's going on? I've never even spoke to this girl, and they say all I do is talk, talk, talk. Because I talk to other people and I don't talk to them, they're jealous. Here's the thing. The oldest, one of the most mature, start showing it. I apologize. Pull this back. I'm sorry. Apology accepted. I believe that later down in the competition, I can beat this person. And if I can't beat them, they'll do themselves in. I'm saving Leslie, chef. Leslie, head upstairs, please. Thank you, Courtney. I mean, I could have been surfing in Malibu, and I'm going, what the hell? And once again, I felt like I wasn't there. Like a Southern-style barbecue, yes. Take us out and be rad. Leslie, what are you doing? I'm just cleaning off the fat. Whose idea was it to do chicken? Everybody. Yes. What was your idea? My idea? I would have went with steak. What do you think those soldiers would prefer, chicken or beef? I think beef, because if I'm out there, the last thing I want to do is see a chicken come in. I want a nice piece of beef and something really hearty. That's my opinion. It's my opinion. I chose to be captain yesterday. And the captain goes down with his ship, so I'm going to stay down here. I'm screaming to the heavens for joy. Pick me. If anybody deserves this, it's me, because I did everything right. I'm sending this person up to the balcony today, because I don't want them in here with me today going head to head. That person is Dan. Off you go. Are you kidding me? That was it. Daniel made a big mistake not saving me. I set my target right on his back. Right now, I think Daniel's going home. I think he got his pie in kind of late. Revenge is the sweetest when it's paid in the end. And I'm a happy pie maker. Wow, it tastes awesome. It's like an apple pie and blueberry pie crashed into each other. Well, thank you very much. I appreciate it. Leslie nails a pie. He's been around for a while, so he probably knew Betty Crocker. Next. OK, Daniel, let's go. I'm looking at Daniel. His crust didn't look like it was cooked all the way through. This is my redemption here, man. I want you to go home. You're gone. The pastry's a mess, but the acidity's right, the sweetness is right, and the actual filling is somewhat delicious. Now, how you blended that correctly, I don't know. And for her second advantage, Aran got to choose what everyone out here has to cook tonight to save yourselves from elimination. You're going to love this one. Aran coconut. The last time I made donuts, never. Looking good. Right, Leslie, how are you doing? Unbelievably well. Why are you so confident about these? Because they look good. They look really nice. How are you going to decorate these last two? Same like this. Little macadamia crust going down on there. Where did he come up with these ideas? I think I may have done this in another life. You are definitely a donut. 10 minutes to go, good luck. I'm a donut. Love it. Boo-ha. Leslie, it's been the big shock of the night. They look like they've just come out of the best donut store in the country. I promise you, I kid you not. Aran, take the box and Frances B up to the balcony, please. What is in that box? Malibu sunshine. Here we go again. Wow. O-M-G. That's what I call a box of donuts. Visually, they look stunning, let me tell you. But what do they taste like? They're like a vintage, delicious donut. I mean, how do you make a donut that delicious without even having a filling in there? The topping is zesty, vibrant. I guess I'm good at winging it. Right now, everybody standing behind you has got something to learn about how you can perfect a bloody donut. Great job. Thank you very much. Amazing. Wow, well done. Thank you. I'm finally at the top of my game over donuts. Who would have thunk? I mean, just like, really? Donuts? I have to pinch myself. The other box of donuts, which will be tonight's winning box, was 100% sunshine in a box. Silver Fox, Leslie. Good job, Leslie. Nice job. Thank you. Congratulations. You will both be team captains in the next challenge. In my kitchen, they're all going to be dancing around to classical music. And Leslie's team is going to be, like, hardcore rock and roll people fighting. It's going to be incredible. Yes, he knows the menu more than I do. Hold on a minute. Who's the captain? I'm the captain. OK, on track. Sea bass, we're going to, uh, we got, uh, uh. Do the red team know what they're doing? No, we're, we're, we're, we're still trying to get our groove. I mean, seriously? Can you have a meeting and get your ---- together now? OK. Talk to me. Everybody's walking away. Talk to me. Leslie's panicking. He's all over the place. He's going, talk to me, talk to me. Talk to me. Anybody need anything? We're finished with the ginger. No more ginger? What? Talk to me. This is out of freaking control, man. Leslie is absolutely breaking down as a human being. He is unfit for the job. And we've really got to do something extreme to turn this around. Come here. All of a sudden, they all decided that I am out of control and I don't know what I'm doing. Francis, you think you can do a better job? Fine. I don't care what it takes. If it means me getting a demotion and not being team captain anymore, but at the end of the day, we win this, that's all I'm concerned about. Francis, let's do it. I got it. Yeah, I'm waiting for the scouts. Let me get the scouts up here. Let's go. Leslie, Leslie, that's okay. We don't need more screaming. They threw me under the bus. So I figured now it's my turn to return the favor. Oh, wow. Why Iran? She and I don't seem to see eye to eye and I have the choice and I can. Coward. Fortunately for them, it's not your decision. Weed. Oh, geez. I mean, this can't get any worse. First, they nailed me to a cross on a beach. Now they're going to burn me at a stake. Easy. Leslie, you led your team to disaster, completely fragmented from the get-go. You will face tonight's dreaded pressure test. Good. Fine. Great. Leslie, so now you're out of the team. You're working on your own. I don't mind being on my own. You don't mind being on your own. I'm a big boy. Nobody came into this with a preconceived notion that he was a dickhead. He has proven that to us over time. Dude is a dickhead. I just can't stand the guy. Leslie has not been the popular kid, but me and him are really close. Go, Leslie. Willie, I love you, man. Love you, too. You're the best. Team Leslie all day, America. Okay. What's the secret behind this steak fritter? A lot of love and the secret butter sauce on top. Why are there raw herbs on the plate? Just for design. No reason. Do you want to look away? No, why should I? You confident? Oh, yeah. You tell me. It could be a little crispier. Come on, they're soft and limp. You know that. So, steak is done beautifully. Okay. But unfortunately, your fries are dreadful. Thank you. I don't know if it's your life experience or having eaten many more steaks than these other two, but you nailed medium rare, the char, everything. Good job. Please, go join your best friends up there on the balcony. I mean, that steak looked perfect. As for Jordan and Francis B., good luck.