I want Clay to be cut immediately, and then die. That boy irritates me to no end - the way he mouths words softly and sweetly into the camera and winks. Clown-footed motherfucker...and I KNOW he was wearing purple lipstick one night.

He has a fantastic voice, but someone needs to teach him how to sing. It is too sterile. And if I have to hear "Somewhere Out There" EVER again, I'm going to snap.