Half of What a Crock worked for me, but the rest didn't. I don't know if it's just my computer or something wrong w/the CBS site.
CASAYA VOTES BOBBY OUT
CIRIE: ("Bobbie") Strictly strategic. Sorry. We can be friends after.
BRUCE: This is not to vote you out, Courtney, but this vote here is to help keep in check and make a playing even field for all the other ladies. You seem to challenge everything you ask me all the time - it's irritating. But I've grown to like you more, but this is probably not - you're not going to be voted out tonight, but this is just a reminder. I hope you have more respect for me, because I'm enjoying to like you more.
(BR's note: what the hell is Bruce talking about?)
BOBBY: Bruce, you know we get down, dawg. I'd drink that wine with you every time. Forget them. I couldn't tell them the real reason why I drank it was cause I have no respect for any of them. I drank it cause I didn't want them to (?) and of course they didn't. They (?) When we get back to LA, steak, seafood, whiskey and a ballgame on Bob Dawg. You know this didn't come from me. You know who did this. Bob.
(BR's note: what the hell is Bobby talking about?)
SHANE: (ARAS) This is a throwaway vote because I'm not allowed to vote...(laughs) It's confusing, but it doesn't mean anything. I'm trying to make my vote go away.
COURTNEY: (BOBBY) Hey, I think you're a great brother, and I wish you the best, but this is purely strategic to protect myself.
ARAS: Bruce, I just didn't think I could trust you.
DANIELLE: Bobby, you let yourself...you're just too egotistical, and you're selfish. You just need to learn how to communicate better with people, and open up.
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TRICKY TERRY
Terry has found the hidden Immunity Idol, but none of his tribemates know that, and he's not planning to tell. Find out where he's hiding the little fella.
TERRY (solo, sitting on the rocks at the beach):
"While I was on Exile Island, I found the immunity idol. I have it now in my possession. It's flattened out and tucked away in my blue cargo pants, the ones I sleep in, so hopefully no one's touching me in my sleep. They don't know I have it. I gave them all the clues that were over there, and told them I couldn't figure out the first clue, which was Jeff's narrative, which ends, 'I've already given you the first clue.'
(cut)
And anyways, I've told them all the clues, and I'm keeping the idol hidden. It's my little ace in the hole. I do not believe I will need it here. I will use it - I will have to use it most likely after the merge, and again my optimistic goal is to not have to use it at all.
(cut)
I'll keep the immunity idol tucked away right here (pats leg) in my blue cargo pants pocket. Nobody's gonna be searching through my stuff. Nobody does that around here. If they do, there's gonna be a big heap of trouble. You want half a can of whoop-#####, or the whole thing? (laughs) Don't touch my stuff. So I don't think that's going to be a problem.
(cut)
Nobody has directly asked me, 'Did you find the immunity idol', so I have not had to lie about it. If I am asked that question, I will give them the old standard that I can neither confirm nor deny that I have the idol, but I told you all the clues that I know, and that's where it's gonna stand. If you wanna guess I have it, fine; if you don't wanna guess I have it, that's fine too."
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FANTABULOUS
Bob Dog, the better for a bit of wine, sounds off about how cool his tribe is. What Bobby doesn't know is that they'll vote him off at the very next Tribal Council.
BOBBY (solo): After we won the reward challenge, as soon as we touched down on the island back at camp, someone decided to break out a bottle of wine. I was hitting my poses in the middle of celebration, and I said, "Yeah, West Wise Casaya Gangsta Tribe, woo woo", cause I'm from LA and we have a tendency to do that. Assign fantabulous names to things that aren't fantabulous. I think Courtney dug the way it sounded, so I might officially dub our team the Westside Casaya Gangsta Tribe.
(nightvision of Casaya laughing, drinking wine, Courtney mimics Bobby's arm poses)
BOBBY (to tribe): Eastside, westside, nationwide, we're riding-#####, Casaya Gangsta Tribe. On 3, we'll give a big, 'woo woo.' 1, 2, 3...
(everyone goes, "WOO WOO")
BOBBY: Let's go do some more drinking.
CIRIE: We've been drinking.
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