Briggs (Superstar USA producer)

F*** you.

Um, we're looking for a superstar, and you don't quite have the voice.

I thought you rocked the mic, Playboy. You handled your biz, so congratulations. You're one step closer.

Poor kid. You're being a superstar. Thank you. Cool.

He's phoning this in. Yes. You hit some notes. I don't even know how you hit them. Do you have both your testicles? Yes.

I'm missing one? Nope. All right. Well, C, yes for you. Tone? Yeah, I like him a lot. Okay. Congratulations. You are one step closer to being a superstar. Thank you very much.

I like a lot of the little things you did, the way you kind of take a word and kind of make it your own and, you know, make it so it wasn't that recognizable from the Whitney Houston version. I mean, you brought your own kind of.

Thank you.

Amazing. You're selling the sex appeal a little bit. You've got the, you know, the tight shirt and the muscles and the sparkles. Thank you.

Listen, Omar, that was awesome, man. That was awesome. Thank you. I mean, it's unanimous, man. Omar, congratulations. You are one step closer to being a superstar.

All right, my man. Thank you.

I'm actually, I'm a bit embarrassed, but I have to be honest. I don't know if you know this, Jamie. You have very large breasts.

Okay.

The problem is I was distracted and I didn't pay attention to your singing voice. So I'm going to have to leave the decision to you two.

I'm sorry. You're fired.

Kinda loved it, and I kinda hated it, but I mostly hated it.

It actually makes me sick to listen to the Canadian national anthem. This is Superstar USA. I'm so tired of Canadians coming across the border and taking superstar jobs from American superstars. Bryan Adams and Loverboy and Celine Dion. I can't. Not on my watch.

Why?

Okay, Teresa, I've got good news.

Had to be disposed of. Bad news is you are not a strong singer. Good news is you're hot. And I would love to take you out to dinner.