Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Why's Bobby on the fish? What's going on there?

He's helping me out, we're working as a team.

Well there's a big difference between helping him out and running the section!

(interview) If we left it up to Matt. We would've done very very poorly so I caught it before it got to that point.

Bobby, little fine for the team spirit helping them out, but did you listen to what I said? You're cooking it, he's (Matt) running around wiping your arse (to Matt) and the said thing about you, hey, you let him. If I was running this section and I was in Hell's Kitchen running the fish, give me this give me that, I'm staying here, I'm cooking!

Yes, chef.

[whispers in Matt's ear] You can only hide for so long.

I'm not hiding, chef. I'm not hiding at all. I wasn't trying to hide, chef.

You're doing a fucking good job of hiding. [Matt still tries to argue he wasn't] Look at me! I'VE MADE IT FUCKING CLEAR! Do you want to argue now or are you going to run your station?

Yes, chef.

Every 16 year-old girl filled out these comment cards this evening. Gentlemen, out of all the customers you cooked for tonight, 98% of them said they'd come back. Brilliant! Ladies, on the other hand... 99% of your customers would come back. [the women cheer loudly, while the men look dismayed] Actually, tonight, there's no losing team. I can't seriously decide on a winning team on a difference of 1%.

Thank you, chef, for your generosity...

Fuck the generosity, Matt. Both teams think of one individual, up for elimination, to leave Hell's Kitchen tonight. Now, piss off.

(interview) Chef Ramsay still wants two people chosen, and I'm going to be the one chosen for the blue team, and now I'm packing my bags.

Matt, you've peaked, right?

No, chef, I haven't peaked yet.

So why should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?

Chef, I should stay in Hell's Kitchen because I was pushed and bullied off of my section tonight, while others on my team was hiding behind one person.

Who pushed you off your section?

Bobby pushed me off of my section.

You hid behind Bobby!

Ben hides behind Bobby! Not me.

He took over your section!

He pushed me off my section, would not let me back on...

Look at the size of you! There's 250 pounds in there. Louross's balls are bigger than yours!

I don't even have a voice in my kitchen, no one listens to me. I guarantee you, if you put me on the red team, you will see the failure in the blue team.

You want to cook with the girls?

I have no shame in working with women in the kitchen chef.

Un-fucking-real.

Now, listen up. There's been some great rivalries out there. Yankees versus Red Sox.

Go Yankees!

Tyson versus Holyfield, yes? Now, ladies and gentlemen, Matt versus Ben! Let's go.

Ben! Quickly, here. [Ben slowly comes to the pass] Look at him, speedy, quickly, yeah? Just touch that, you can see how pink it is already. Fucking hell. I just want you to know what you're doing! None of you are communicating, no-one's going together, no-one's making eye contact, and no-one's reminding each other as a team!

Chef, I'm not used to the brigade system. It takes a little time to get adapted to it, and... that's it.

Hey, do you know what? You are so fucking sad. Every time I ask you something, you give me the limpest excuse, you know that.

I'm just being honest with you.

Yeah, I know that. I'm being fucking honest with you!

(to Jen) I love it. He's getting his ass kicked tonight.

You're one of the most fucking saddest I've ever met in a fucking kitchen. "It takes a little time. I can't get used to this." Sounds like the fucking weirdo on Dr Phil!

Come on man! What’s the matter?

I’m about to snap with you!

Oh, fucking hell, what is she doing? Put the pan down! Put it down! Put the pan down! Just fucking let go. Look, this-this is where you are. Just-just stop, this is where you are. Touch that. [Jen walks away] Hey, hey, just come here! Fucking come here! All of you. That's you as well, stroppy face. I don't know what it is with you, but you've given up and it fucking shows! Just the way you mope, the way you turn, and the fucking chips on your shoulder. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

(interview) Well, what the fuck? You don't want me say nothing so I'm not going to say shit! Now, that I'm not saying nothing, you're pissed off because I'm not saying nothing. I just can't win for losing!

Touch that!

It's shit.

Yeah, it's shit. [throws the langoustine at Matt] Fucking right, it's shit! (to Matt) Did it hurt?

No, chef.

Fucking sue me! Hey, look at me, hey. Because the response is fucking shocking. No-one gives a damn! Now I've got raw, stone-cold, fucking langoustine! Raw, stone-cold LANGOUSTINE!

Yes, chef. I’m going to fix it right now.

One minute. One minute. You got too much oil.

Hey! Calm chef! Take your fucking garnish back!

How long for those two wellingtons?

I have that wellington, chef.

Come here, you. What is going on? You've got one. Which one have you got?

I've got both of the wellingtons.

Listen to me. Which one is ready?

There is nothing ready on that ticket yet.

I'm aware you've GOT them! I need to tell the customers how fucking long.

Give me six minutes, please, chef.

For a well-done wellington?

Yes, chef. (interview) Back at home, I ran kitchens for years and, you know, no problem. It's just that he comes over there and gets so fucking riled up, and then he gets you all fluster-fucked, and you don't know what you're doing! (to Petrozza) Petrozza, where's the mise-en-place for the lamb? Because I'm going to be three short.

What?

I'll wrap you some lamb, just as soon as I-

(to Ben) Hey, come here you! SAY THAT AGAIN?! What time did that ticket come on?

6:30.

And what time is it now?

[looks at the wall clock] 8 o'clock.

You're joking are you? We ran out of lamb? They've fired the fucking entrées, and you're telling me now?

I got it, chef. I'll take care of it.

Ohhh, fucking hell...

Damn, Jen. And I was the problem over there? (interview) Ben wanted to use me as a scapegoat and put me out there. Said that I'm the weakest, and I hide behind everyone. The scapegoat's there, and you got no-one to blame. You can't cook, buddy!

(to Ben) Can you fucking wake up? I'm coming to the end of it, now!

[to Rosann] How long for that salmon?

I need five minutes, Chef.

[to Jen] Have you got the garnish for the salmon?

[with her back turned to Gordon] No, I didn't hear that either.

Hey, you! Don't look at me when you talk to me!

I just said, "No!" I was putting my food in here, Chef.

Hey, Jen, look at me. You're one fucking cocky lady, for someone who knows jack-shit, you know that?

Yes, Chef.

You're so far up your own arse you don't know how fucking cocky you are.

(interview) He said I was cocky, but it's like, "What the fuck?" I-I act humble every time I see him so how the fuck am I cocky?

(to Jen and Rosann) That's there beef sliced, sourced, ready garnish there, salmon not ready. It's the story all the night you can't even get two fucking dishes together. That's how shit you've (Rosann and Jen) been. Yeah fuck, fuck off! Start the whole- (slams all the table's entrées onto Jen's station) FUCKING TABLE AGAIN! I've had enough. Okay? Not good enough for me. I've had ENOUGH! ENOUGH!

(interview) I-I can't please that man and for him to turn and throw a fucking full ass tray of food on my station like I'm some kind of dog. Don't nobody disrespect me like that! I'm getting tired of this shit right know, I really am!

[to Jen] I've had enough. I can't tell you anything anymore, I can't even give you any directions, do you know why? You're undirectable, because it's like [mocks Jen] muh. Oh, really? [to Rosann] And you!

Yes, Chef?

Yeah?

(interview) I don't know if I even deserve to stay because after tonight's performance, I know I let the chef down and I let myself down and I let my daughter down and that's what's hurting me the most right know. [tries to hold back tears and puts her hand over her face]

[throws his pencil across the Red kitchen] Fuck it... pathetic bunch of fucking women... [leaves the Red kitchen]

What table is that?

Uhm, blue side, chef. They're requested well done, and it's blood all over.

Oh, fucking hell. Ohhh... (to Ben) There you go, there you go! (dumps the plates on Ben's station) Requested well done! Now look at it, then. Schmuck! JERK! (kicks the bins)

(interview) I have a lot of pride in myself and what I do. I'm just going to keep working and try and get the food out. That's all you can do.

Anything to say? It's easy for you, that's your fucking problem! You've had it fucking easy, you're not even busting a gut.

(to the Red Team) Karma really bites you in the ass.

All fucking night you've taken it easy! (Matt snickers) And listen, hey, look at me. STOP IT! Switch it off. You're not sending any more shit out of here, you've sent enough. Take it easy, you deserve it. You've had a hard night.

Are we done? Cause if we're not, I'm going to complete my station tonight, chef.

SHUT IT DOWN! TURN IT OFF, YOU DICK! (Matt snickers again) STOP IT!

I'm gonna nominate myself, chef (Gordon and Matt give surprised looks) I can't pick any of these guys. They worked too hard and we came in today and worked our asses off, you know I tried to get the job the done. I just, I wasn't a star in that spot today.

Your level of maturity stands out. You're the most gracious man on that team.

Thank you, chef.

Petrozza.

Yes, chef.

You're a gentleman.

Thanks, chef, that means a lot coming from you.

Okay, two beef, one wellington, one salmon.

Yes, chef!

(points to Matt) You, come here you! Come here, round here! Look at those pieces of meat there. You've got one fucking large one, one medium one and one small one. What are you doing?

(interview) Matt's meat, all three were totally different. Are you serious?

That's not good enough for me. So there you go. There's the daddy, there's the mummy, there's the fucking baby. Supposing that's the critic's table; one has that (large piece of beef) and another's got that (small piece of beef). [Picks up the small piece] Supposing that's medium-well. What happens?

It'll definitely shrink. (interview) The tenderloins really do shrink when they cook. I know better than that. I'm an idiot.

Look at it! We're fucked! [pounds the counter] What did I say to you? I'm looking for everything.

Yes, chef. Got it, chef.

Don't piss around now, yeah? That's bullshit!

Yes, chef.

Hey, Mr Inconsistent. Wake up.

Yes, chef!

Christina!

Yes, chef!

Salmon nice that side [flips it over with a spatula] turn it round you got a big dry overcooked piece of shit! Salmon how long?

I might need seven minutes.

(interview) Salmon is a very quick process, it only takes a couple of minutes.

Christina can you do two things at once?

Urf, I've got two entrées & some scallops!

If you can't control two things at once, you shouldn't be here.

No I-I!

Shut up, will you? I really fucking mean it from the bottom of my heart!

Sorry, chef.

Get your salmon on now!

One minute, Christina!

(interview) My timing was so wrong, it's like all a sudden I hit a train wreck

Christina, I want it now!

Finally, you fucking lazy cow. Tonight's not your night is it!?

No, chef!

How are you doing Rosann?

Where's the fucking garnish? [Rosann's garnish pan catches fire] That's burned! Hey madam, come here. Why are you burning veg?

It was an accident chef.

(interview) Rosann just doesn't know how to organize herself. She gets herself worked up and burns garnishes...

The beef is cooked and I still haven't got the garnish.

(interview)...and it screws up the rest of the team.

You're not trustworthy on service! I'm nervous with you in the kitchen! We haven't got the garnish, Rosann!

I'm have to tell you as a profession, this is the last order of gnocchi that I have and I'm going to be short on the last order.

Oh...fucking shit.

I'm sorry. Sorry, chef.

I'm sorry you're here. Oh fucking hell. Carrot purée! How long?

Chef's calling for carrot purée.

Carrot purée?

Carrot purée!

Carrot purée, let's go.

Where's the carrot purée? Where is it? Rosann!

I'm running out of c...carrot purée.

Oh, my God almighty. [goes over to the glass window and repeatedly bangs his head] Fuck me.

How about some carrots chef? I'll give you baby carrots chef. Carrots or mash? I've got plenty of mash!

While Chef Ramsay takes a moment to reflect...

Matt, from here, they look raw. THEY LOOK RAW!

The Red kitchen is a disaster.

I got it, chef.

Can you get the beef back in the fucking oven?!

(to Matt) How long, Matt?

I don't know anymore.

Come on, Matt! Bounce the fuck back!

I fucking hear it!

Let's go, Matt. Let's get that up.

Fuck!

Beef, chicken, wellington. How long?

Coming to the pass. (brings his meat to the pass)

[checking Matt's tenderloins] Oh, fuck. Here we go. Chef Matt, so there's the beef. THAT LOOKS LIKE A PILE OF SHIT! And you have the nerve to give me that with the critics out there. Hey, hey, fuck, you serve it. See what standards you got. Serve it!

No chef.

Stand there and look at the customers.

Chef, I won't serve it.

Hey come here, you as well, and you, you're just as bad. Hey, would you serve that to a critic?

Definitely not.

Would you serve that to a critic? [Rosann shakes her head] Would you serve that to a critic?

No, chef.

Would you serve that to a critic?

No chef.

So, let's get this right, you wouldn't serve it. But you'd give it to me. [Throws the beef on the stove] GET OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT! Upstairs! Fuck off will you?