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Ryan: It's 10 am. A patriotic crowd (dress-wise) has turned out to audition.

Next up, Alaa Yuakeem. They call him Yuka or summat. He's from Egypt originally.
Yuka: "I can't stop love American Music. Makes me feel like better. Makes me feel happy."
He flirts with females in the anteroom.
Yuka: "I save myself til I get a good girl. I want to love a girl from here to her nipple!"
None of the judges can say his name correctly. He corrects them a dozen or so times.
He likes Paula?! She's a good singer?!? She dance good?!
Simon: Would you like her to be your woman?
Yuka: I wish!
Horrid intonation throughout "How Deep Is Your Love."
Simon: Thank you, Paula?
Paula: I'm impressed with how you phonetically learned the song.
Simon: Yeah? What about his performance!?
Paula: I appreciate you so much.
Simon: He knows THAT.
Randy: Yeah?
Paula: Not this competition. Because ...
Yuka: That's okay.
Randy: Aiight, man. It's a no.
Paula: Keep singing for your enjoyment.
NO.