Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Fuck off! Mikey, come here! COME HERE! (kicks the bins) There you go, raw fucking halibut! (smashes it) Shit!

(interview) Chef Ramsay dynamites the thing right in front of us. There was like halibut shrapnel all over us.

Raw! RAAAAAAW, RAWWW! SHIT!

(interview) Scott was making me look bad.

Yes, chef.

RAW!

Capellini, risotto, one scallops. How long?

Five minutes, chef.

Five minutes? Get your rice in there!

Yes, chef.

You're cooking the risotto with no fucking rice in there! How's that possible?

It's not possible, chef.

The fucking rice has to go in before the stock!

Yes, chef.

(interview) Benjamin, is a shit chef. He can't even cook a fucking risotto. He's a chef.

What's Salvatore doing? Put it down. It's a cold pan. You got to get the pan hot first. This is basic now!

Yes, chef.

You can't put fucking cold food into a cold pan. It absorbs the olive oil. So in the center of the potato, it's like eating a mouthful of grease!

Yes, chef. Sorry chef.

There's two of you on there. How long?....He's not even listening! (calls out Salvatore and Benjamin) Hey, do me a fa - come here, you! Hey, you as well! (Calling out to blue-haired Jay) Hey, where's fucking Smurf? SMURF! Come here, will you. You and you, fuck off, will you? Get out! Piss off! I'm not going to stand here and struggle time after time!

(interview) I don't know what happened. I got lost with the freaking appetizers.

Fuck off up to the dorm, GET OUTTA HERE!

(interview) Maybe he don't likes the way I talk. I don't know. He don't likes me, who knows? Maybe he don't likes Italian people.

Halibut's raw. Unbelievable. Mikey!

Yes, chef?

Come here. Again, raw! Fucking! Halibut! Take that, yeah? Do me a favour: FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Up to the FUCKING dorms, and get your fucking hair done. GET IT OUT OF MY KITCHEN! What is going on?

(interview) It was fucked up, both sides. It was man down. Man down everywhere.

You guys are fucking USELESS, but I am NOT going to shut this fucking place down! (to the red team) You, you, you, over there (the blue kitchen), work together! DOUBLE UP!

Yes, chef!

Move your arse!

What do you guys need?

Fucking hell. What do you need, yeah? I need 16 cooks.

Siobhan by herself. Soft boiled egg, how long did you boil it for?

Um I....I just cook them every day chef so I have a very good grasp of how long they are cooked for.

Just answer me the question. How long did you cook it for?

My teammates helped me, chef.

Your teammates helped you?

Yes chef.

I asked you to work on your own. Because I put you out, singled you out thinking that you could cook fucking eggs four ways.

I could and I wanted to.

You were working by yourself. So if you wanted to, why didn't you?

Because there was pressure from my team.

Are you serious?

Not from my team, from Autumn.

Oh, Christ almighty.

I just said, "Let me give you a hand." I can help you make one of the eggs.

Which one of these four eggs did you do?

I did the poached egg, chef.

So you only poached one egg in five minutes?

I did two poached eggs.

One simple instruction, how can I make it any more fucking clearer than that?!

I should've pushed her out of the way and I'm so mad at myself that I didn't. [starts crying] I'm so mad. (interview) I should have not listened to my teammates that were forcing me to do something that I should've known it was wrong to do. And I'm just so mad at myself.

Listen please! You do as I say! Holy Moses!

Siobhan failed to follow his instructions and did not work on her own.

Is that what you're capable of doing?

No, I'm so mad that I didn't step up and push her out of the way.

(interview) Siobhan got flustered and pointed fingers at me. She doesn't have a lot of backbone and under the pressure, she just doesn't know when to shut her mouth.

So you're only going to get credited for the ones you did yourself. So you did the poached egg yes? [tastes] That's delicious, one point.

Thank you, chef.

Fuck off, yes?

Next pair, Fran and Autumn. Let's go. Soft boiled egg, [slices off the top] Hold on a minute. Who cooked this?

I did, chef.

[tastes] Delicious.

Thank you, chef.

[to Fran] Which one did you cook?

Scrambled, chef.

[cuts into scrambled egg, which turns out to be overcooked] Well that's chopped omelet. Ooh. Sunny side up. [tastes] Not an ounce of salt anywhere. Fucking lazy cooking. [checks the poached egg which is stuck to the plate] Who poached this egg?

I poached that egg, chef.

Oh, Jesus! One point. Fuck off, will you, yeah? Sorry, plain fucking English.

Uh... Blue Jay?

Yes, chef?

[referring to Salvatore] Run upstairs and get Bozo for me, please.

Oui, chef.

Salvatore! [pause] That's the wellington cooked perfectly.

Thank you, chef.

Where is the fucking chicken?

(to Jason) The chicken?

[slices chicken breast and sees that it's raw] Fuck! Should be ready. Damn!

Hold it, you got to get that chicken to the window!

I got it.

(interview) He's always, "I got it. I got it. I got it." You ain't got shit out.

Where's the fucking chicken? Jason, can you talk to me please?

Yes, chef!

Where's the fucking CHICKEN?

Two minutes, chef.

[throws a spoon] Oh fuck off. [sees what Jason is doing] Is that - oh, fuck off! I'm not cooking like that.

(interview) He was rushing his chicken. The chicken wasn't even ready. Jason's not taking care of business. He totally fucked us.

Come here you. So the fucking chicken's raw, yeah, and you're frying it like a fucking first class - look at that. That's your best?

No, chef! (interview) Yes, chef, I fucked the chicken up! He got in my face. I took it like a man. Started over with a brand new chicken.

Fine dining?

No, chef!

A fine fucking MESS! [kicks the bin]

The person leaving Hell's Kitchen, all for the right reasons... Mikey. Get your fucking arse up here. [Mikey walks up to Ramsay] You backed your team up. But not just one service, two shit services...

...and I can't work with that.

Yes, chef.

Take your jacket off. [Mikey gives his jacket to Chef Ramsay and leaves]

(interview) Chef Ramsay really didn't like my performance. I know I did crappy, but I still got my tattoo of Hell's Kitchen, and I wear it with pride. I don't regret a thing coming here, and I accept my fate.

Salvatore, show me. Oh my God! What is that? What is that?

Ah, I can't read that.

Are you writing in Japanese? Fuck off will you, yes?

What's wrong with that?

It's that she requested medium well.

Yeah, and it's not wrote on the ticket!

Yes chef.

It's not on the fucking ticket! What do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck your team? Go in there, take it to them, there you go.

Now he's going to lose his shit. [walks into the blue kitchen] Guys, please, may I please have a wellington medium well? Please on the fly? Thank you very much.

Yeah, basically, it's not even written out on the ticket. So we sent it out perfectly, and it's not your fault, okay? [to Salvatore] Don't you dare! Hey, hello! Get rid of that plate! Take the fucking plate and fuck off!

(interview) I take and take it, only so many I can take. How much can I take?

(walking past JP) Fuck this.

Where are you going?

I'm leaving. (interview) Sooner or later, you start breaking apart.

Salvatore... Salvatore...

(interview) That's it.

Salvatore.

I'm done.

Salvatore, hey do me a favour, don't - don't do that! Salvatore, fight back, young man!

Where's the halibut?

Right here, chef. (brings her halibut to the pass)

Let's push!

Dear, oh dear. Siobhan! (returns to the workstation) There you go, come here. Just touch in there, all of you and you as well Jamie.

That's my fault.

Yeah, touch FUCKING THAT!! [violently smashes the halibut] So you're wasting all this time wiping her [Jamie] ass, and making yourself look stupid. Now I've got a raw halibut!

Yes, chef!

Siobhan is ready with her second attempt at the crab capellini.

Hot pan. (brings her capellini to the pass; Gordon checks it; finds that it contains lobster again instead of crab)

It's the lobster again. (returns to the workstation) I've got lobster in the fucking capellini!

Chef, I pulled the one right here that says crab.

No, it's not.

It says crab.

Look! Look! Come here! (gets some lobster) What are they? Wha-wha-wha-

Oh, yeah. That is lobster.

Oh, come on. [shot of Kevin Frazier and his wife at the Chef's Table] Even though it says crab, look at it. What is it?

That looks like lobster, chef.

That's the second time.

(interview) Crab was not crab. It was lobster.

Where's the crab?

(interview) It was lobster.

Oh.

Here it is chef. I got it.

How can we not spot it twice, Siobhan?

My fault, chef. (interview; sighs)

Oh, dear. Scott! (returns to the workstation)

Yes, chef?

All of you, come here!! Just touch that beef. Just touch it, hurry up. (points to Jason) How's that temperature?

Rare.

Yeah? How's that temperature?

Rare.

(to Scott Hawley) That's fucking rare. I requested it medium!

It was medium-rare for me, chef.

You're fucking miles off! And each and every one in your fucking team said it's undercooked! Just get it in the oven!!

Yes, chef.

It's fucking raw.

Yeah, that's no good.

Everybody, come here a minute! Just touch that! I requested it rare!

Raw.

There's a big fucking difference between rare and raw! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SCOTT?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON?

Nothing chef.

(interview) Scott fucked up twice; he destroyed us tonight. He should be gone.

(interview) Scott tries to be the leader, the best, bla-bla-bla, but that was still mooing.

It's bright white fat! It's fucking raw!

How long, Scott?

I need 3 minutes, okay?

Fuck off, okay?!