Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

(checking Fran's broccolini) It's not all over cooked in there, is it?

No, I just dropped it Chef.

Well, why are you draining it in one bit and not the other bit in the same fucking time?

I just did another piece.

So, if you left that in there, it's going to overcook. Get the fucking hell out! It's a piece of broccolini, show a little bit of respect.

I will Chef. Ready?

Now, Benjamin's on the garnish. Fucking hell. (Fran comes to the pass with piping hot undrained potatoes.) Cut the bullshit! Let go! Let go! Lazy. (drains the potatoes in the sink) Madam,

Yes, Chef.

You fucking drain the potatoes, or next time, fuck off! Okay? Yeah? You're just running over here with a hot pan and say, "There you go! You bunch of fucking idiots!"

I'm sorry, Chef.

Show a little bit of respect not to give me a baking hot pan!

I won't do it again, Chef.

Before all the fat doesn't spread all over the fucking stupid fucking place!

(interview) I think Fran is definitely over her head and you can't just disregard safety just because you're busy.

Engage your brain!

Yes, Chef. What are we working on next?

Yeah, I like that. "What are we working on?" One trout, one spaghetti, two steak. We're bound to fuck that one up.

Where is the scallops?

How's the scallops?

I had to re-fire one order of scallops.

(goes to Siobhan's station; gets her pan of scallops) Look at this! What are you doing there?

I thought they look golden brown, chef.

Stop, fuck off will you?

I thought they look fine, chef.

You thought they look golden brown.

(interview) They were fucking black.

Take that, yeah?

There are some on here that were fine, chef.

So, where's the fine ones then?

They're right over here.

(interview) Shut the fuck up and cook. 'Yes Chef' and cook. Don't talk, cause he's only going to shove his foot deeper in your ass!

Where are they? Where are they? You've got the nerve to tell me that some of it were fine. (points out some scallops) Wishy-washy, not even seasoned and you know what? More importantly, they're boiled. You DONKEY! Fuck off out! Get out, get out. Get out, there you go. Get out! Fuck off to the bar and eat it!

And Chef Ramsay has sent her to the dining room to eat her mistakes.

In the dining room, one customer...

Is it cooked?

It's rare at best.

(talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.

Shit!

Decides to take manners into his own hands.

[at the pass] Oh no! This is rare.

(who stands at the Red kitchen) Service, please!

Fuck!

What's the matter? Oh, talk to me?

[pointing at the beef] Medium?

Excuse me? Hey, you don't call me you acting like on it's funny. (to male diner) Yeah, do me a favour: That's his [JP] job, you fuck off, yes?

Are you trying to poison me?

Poison you? What a fucking dick. It's beef, you fucking idiot, tartare! (to male diner again) You never heard of that?

It's low-grade beef, at best.

Go get a shave, you fucking knob-end!

It's low-grade dog food, at best.

(goes to Blue kitchen) Let's go. Standing on ice on a fucking jerk. Stand strong, buddy! Stand nice and strong. Push your arms up and you're like a fucking quail!

All of you, come here! Pink chicken. Not just pink but fucking raw! And you what? Not even cooked. Raw, raw, RAW!! (smashes the chicken on the plate)

(interview) It's sliced! You could obviously see that's fucking raw. You can't send up raw chicken no matter what.

(to Nilka) I would expect you 10x more when you tell me the chicken's raw!

(interview) Aaarrrggghhh! Why? I tried so hard, I don't want to fuck up tonight!

It's not fair! You can't just do that! The chicken's raw!!

You're right.

Just all of you, come here. In a minute. No, Jay, it's not good enough. That has come in sliced, but - yes it's FUCKING RAW! IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GUYS! (throws his spoon on the floor)

Let's go, guys.

(returns to the workstation and gives a tray of entrées to Ed) Hey, Ed, come here. Hold your hands up. Yeah, look at me. You, you, you and you fuck off out. LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT! Fuck off.

It's raw, every fucking bit. (to Fran) Your risotto! Madam, madam! Taste the risotto, taste the rice! Up and down, up and down, up and fucking down! (kicks the bin) Do me a favour. Look at me. You, you, you, you and you, GET OUT! Get out! Get out of my sight! Get out!

(to Fran) Just get out. Just get out.

Useless bits o' crap!

Morning guys.

Morning chef.

Chicken gorgonzola yes? One of the dishes that's featured on the brunch menu at Claridge's. Now have a little taste.

Nilka, what's it taste like?

It melts in your mouth.

The chicken is delicious.

I can see the tomatoes lighten up the sauce.

Big bold spices.

You like it?

Yeah, I love it.

Delicious.

Good.....The dish that all of you enjoyed was in fact....frozen fucking food.

Wow. (interview) Oh, I feel like a complete ass right now. Oh, completely.

The chicken was cooked about... [slams the chicken on the counter] three and a half months ago. Freshness? Vibrant? Excitement? All I did was put it in a microwave!

In retrospect, the only thing that I would question was the chicken.

Oh.

I thought the chicken tasted a little watery.

OH, COME ON!!! (throws his towel on the floor)

(interview) Ok, fine. I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

(to Sous-chef Andi) Look at this, Look. It's raw. Nilka?

Yes, chef?

The lobster is raw. [Nilka groans] Come here, madam, come here. Just touch it will you?

I just took it out of the pan.

Look at me. Look at me, put it down! Put it down! Look at me, LOOK AT ME! [Nilka puts the lobster down] OUT! GET OUT! Benjamin!

Oui, chef?

One lobster. Nilka!

Fuck!

GET OUT!

I'M GOING!

(interview) He was annnnngry!

Madam! Hey, madam! (cuts to Autumn while she slaps her cheek in an interview) MADAM!

(sulkily) Yes, chef?

TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF AND FUCK OFF!

NO, CHEF, DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE!

(interview) Nilka just kept getting hit like a ship by torpedo after torpedo after torpedo, and it finally just - she just sunk to the bottom of the ocean. And Chef said just - she needed to go.

CHEF, PLEASE. Chef, please don't say that. Oh my fucking GOD. [picks up a "wet floor" sign and slams it on the corridor]

Fucking hell. (to the chefs) Now pick it up!

Yes, chef.

With Nilka gone, the kitchen jumps into action.

Two minutes to the window.

Two minutes, chef!

But Nilka isn't ready to leave just yet.

Let's go, Scott please?... [sees Nilka] Nilka!

Chef...

No, no, no. I'm in the middle of service. Take your jacket off and get out of Hell's Kitchen. I've had enough. I-I can't do it, okay?

Please!

Nilka, don't do this to me. They're under pressure, we're under pressure. Take your jacket off and get out!

I want to still cook and prove myself, chef. (interview) And I won't stop, no, 'cos this is my dream, this is my fucking destiny, and this is what I want.

[reading off a ticket] Turbot, wellington...

I want to cook!

Lobster, turbot, wellington, beef. Let's go.

I don't want to leave like this, chef.

Oh, fuck me. Fucking hell.

Let me go to my station.

(interview) Nilka wouldn't leave. She was asked to leave one time, then leave. Get the hell out of here.

Please? I can do this shit!

Turbot, lobster, wellington, beef. Nilka!

I want to cook!

GET OUT!

I want to cook! I can do this! Please!

Hey, guys, I'm telling you now, do something for me. Get her OUT OF HERE!

Nilka, you got to go.

Benjamin!

Oui chef.

Get her out!

You got to go! When chef tells you to go, you got to go.

Go, go, go! (interview) Hurricane Nilka just had an absolute category five meltdown.

Oh my fucking God. I don't want to leave.

Nilka, get out.

GET YOUR JACKET OFF AND GET OUT!

This is so fucked up. I gave my whole life for this shit. (interview) It hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to take my jacket off. (walking out) Fucking bullshit. (interview) It it - oh, it's just... it pisses me off that it went down like this, it really really did. It really really did.

Dinner service has been completed with time to spare and the diners are off to the theater. (cuts to Nilka packing her bags) But they aren't the only ones exiting Hell's Kitchen in a hurry.

(interview) You know it hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't... I came here for a reason. [sheds a tear]

I was hoping I'd get to see you again.

Listen, I just want to say that you walk out of here with your head up high. Sadly, you're not ready to take that head chef's job. But what you are ready to continue doing is following your dream. Don't stop that.

I'm not, I'm just so mad at myself because I think I was ready. But tonight proved otherwise.

Listen, you have done phenomenally well. I've never come out here to say goodbye, but I wanted to make the effort to say goodbye and to say thank you.

(tearfully) Thank you.

Come here. [they both hug each other] Thank you. Yes. [opens the passenger side door of the taxi] Now, one more thing.

Yes, chef?

Your jacket.

No, you don't have to.

[laughing] Your jacket.

[laughing] I don't want to. [hands over her chef's jacket] Thank you, chef.

Good night, my love.

Good night.

Well done. (as the taxi starts up) Head up high.

I will. Always.

Ben finally has entrées ready for Chef Ramsay.

Three halibut, one wellington. (finds that the brought up entrées are for the other table) One tagliatelle, one chicken it's for the next table.

Unfortunately, they're not the entrées he's looking for.

I've really fucking had enough, Benjamin. Because no-one's fucking concentrating. So easy for you to ruin things. Well, let me tell you something, you fucking ruined my night!

(interview) It was crazy over there, I think it was just off. And people need to, like, take a step back from everything that's going on and just cook.

You all DONE it before, and you can do TEN TIMES better, BUT NO ONE GIVES A FUCK! (kicks the bins) THAT'S WHAT FUCKS ME OFF! WHAT ARE WE DOING, JAY, ED, AND BENJAMIN?

Oh, fucking hell.

(brings his appetizers to the pass) Oh, fuck.

(returns to the workstation) Benjamin.

Oui chef.

Come here. Ed.

Yes, chef.

Come here, Ed. So he (points to Benjamin) brings the next table to me, He's (Jay) fucking say nothing and then that comes up to me. Do me a favour. (to Benjamin and Ed) You and you, GET OUT! ENOUGH!

(overhears Gordon) Don't think I'm going to get my lamb.

Fuck off up to the dorm. Get out. Get out, Benjamin. Get out! (to Jason) Jason, on the fish.

Yes, chef.

(to Autumn) Autumn, on the meat.

Yes, chef.

(to Holli) Holli, on the appetisers.

Yes, chef.

Fucking unbelievable.

Okay, what is it?

It's a Mardi Gras gumbo. [lifts the lid]

Oh, God! And does it normally look like a plate of liquid shit?

No. (interview) Every time I make my gumbo, it always gets eaten, and everybody loves it. It's going to be good.

[burp] Excuse me. [throws it up into the trash can] Fucking hell!

[rolls eyes] Oh, God.

Are you crazy? Have you tasted that?

No, I didn't get a chance to taste it, chef.

So you cooked it, and you didn't even taste it?!

I didn't have enough time. I'm so sorry you don't like it.

Don't like it?!

I'm sorry it wasn't up to par.

Up to par?! It's inedible!

[shrugs] Okay, then throw it out.

No! I'm not going to throw it out! (to Raj) Big man!

Yes, sir!

You like your food, take a mouthful. Pass it along.

(interview) It was completely repulsive. I would have rather had a cat shit in my mouth than have eaten that any further!

[reacting as if he got heartburn] Oh, shit!

(interview) Oh, my God. I don't even know how to explain that!

Vinny, what was that tasting of?

A big bowl of mud.

Dear, oh dear!

(to Raj) Nice suspenders. (they are both wearing suspenders)

Oh thank you. Sir, yes sir, Chef.

Big boy, first name is...

Raj. (interview) I am an executive chef, and I began cooking when I was 14 years old.

Show me your dish.

(interview) I was always the best cook in the kitchen, so I can't see why this would be any different. [to Gordon] This is a seafood and vegetable pancake.

My God! It's a what?

A seafood and vegetable pancake.

Pancake?!

Yeah, it's a pancake.

What?! That is a pancake?

It's a–Yeah.

Does that look like a pancake?!

Mm-hmm.

[tilts the plate allowing the grease from the pancake to drip down] Oh, it's going for a piss. A pancake that pisses. [tastes] It's a shame because the seafood actually tastes quite nice inside.

Oh, thank you.

However, it looks a mess. Presentation's shocking.