It went something like this:
Randy: You know, it was just alright. I wasn’t feeling it. It was okay. Just a’ight okay, but not your best. It was safe. Not your best, just alright for me.
Paula: I’m going to agree with Randy. It…wasn’t…your…best. Just okay.
Simon: If I were being honest with you–I think you’re going to end up singing in a hotel.