Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

[quietly in Rob's ear] Get out.

Why chef? (interview) Ah? Did I hear that right?

It's more than two hours into the dinner service. (shot of Russell, Vinny and Nona) Three chefs have already been kicked out of the kitchen, and much to Rob's confusion, he is about to join them.

Hey, come here. Why? BECAUSE THE HALIBUT'S FUCKING RAW! THAT'S WHY, CHEF ROB! GET OUT!

Which leaves only one chef left to complete service in the blue kitchen, and ironically...

(interview) Uh... hi?

...it's Trev.

(interview) The whole service just fell on my shoulders. I'm just going to have to push the fear down and fight through it.

Salmon!

Good to go.

Ooh, la la. Well done, Trev. Service!

(interview) It was like a big light just kind of opened in the dark sky, and I'm getting it.

Lamb's still not ready.

Un-fucking-believable. Vinny! Are you fucking kidding me?! With a man like that and his reputation, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!! (slams his hand on the workstation) OH, COME ON!!

(interview) Don't serve it if ain't right. You should know better, Vinny.

If my lamb was here, these guys wouldn't be getting yelled at.

It's still fucking walking, LOOK AT IT!!

I love it. Get 'em, Ram- Get 'em, chef!

[pauses for a brief moment] THIS IS CAR CRASH!! Trev, Russell, Vinny, DO SOMETHING!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!

Where's the bass?

Look at that. Look.

I don't know about that bass.

This is not possible. You're done.

Huh?

You're done. That's what I get served, look, come here, all of you! He brings that pissing over, and the big surprise is the FUCKING BASS IS FUCKING RAW!!! [throws the bass onto the floor] WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!

I'm gonna get through this, Chef.

I'm gonna get through it.

[to James] How's Josiah?

Really, really unhappy.

[to the Blue Team] All of you, so you fucking go there. You grace his table, he looks after you he comes in here and look at the treatment. Hey [to Trev] have you ever won a Michelin star?

No I haven't. I haven't even won one!

Yeah there's a guy out there with TWO MICHELIN STARS AND LOOK AT US LIKE A BUNCH OF FUCKING PRICKS! Well done! Unbelievable!

Gail! Look, I've got raw pasta! [picks up several strands of undercooked capellini] Hey, look at it! It's standing up straight! Look, madam! It's like a fucking thong leftover from a fucking night out in Vegas! COME ON!! All of you, just taste that, will you?! Taste it! Taste it! That's what you're sending me, taste it!

It's hard. [Nona spits out pasta into a trash bin]

(interview, groans) Bad night. Bad night for me.

Hold on, hey. It gets worse! [lifts pasta pan to show another pan with raw lobster underneath it] Touch that.

Rubber.

It's raw.

(to Gail) Every lobster you sent me tonight—Its been undercooked, overcooked! Undercooked, overcooked! Now, it's [slams fist on workstation] FUCKING RAW! Look at me! Get out!

Yes, chef. [leaves red kitchen for the dorms]

Get out! Get OUT! (to Jillian) Fish and garnish!

Okay, chef.

(interview) That fucking lobster! I failed my team. I failed Chef Ramsay, so, um... It hurts. [sighs] There's no crying in the kitchen.

Oh, no! What is that? Sabrina! That is cooked to fuck, and that there, fried risotto?

Burnt!

(interview) Come on, Sabrina! Don't start us off like this!

I want risotto, not fried risotto!

Yes, chef!

Right now!

How long Trev, two spaghetti?

Four!

Four? Four minutes that is pasta getting to cook in four minutes, Trev?

THERE'S PASTA IN THE BACK!

Stop yelling!

(approaches to Trev and yells at him) Hey! You watch your mouth right now! You don't stand over there and scream, I'm the one that's waiting for food from you, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND COOK THE PASTA!

Shit!

(interview) Now I'm trying, all you want to do is berate me, belittle me, get on my ass? Piss off!

Talk about out of fucking control.

There's no teamwork, there's no care, there's no passion! FUCK OFF!

(interview) I've never seen such chaos!

I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm fucking dying!

(interview) He's gonna kick us all out of the kitchen.

All of you, JUST STOP!

(interview) We're done, this is over.

COME HERE! [pause; to Sabrina] What's wrong with you?

Nothing, chef.

Look at me! Hey, look, you ignorant bitch! Look at my fucking eyes when I'm talking to you!

Yes, chef.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

I'm trying to work, chef. I'm trying to communicate.

WAKE UP!

Yes, chef.

(to Trev) You! What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

GET A GRIP!

You got it.

(to Russell) Hey, you! You may bark, but there's shit all coming out! [to Gail] And, you, look! Hailbut's STUCK TO THE PAN! [slams fist down]

(interview) We don't deserve to wear the black jackets, and this far into the game, we should be able to run a kitchen.

For GOD'S SAKE! [throws spoon across the kitchen]

It's raw in the centre. Russell. (goes worried) Stop. (throws spoon on the floor) I can't take anymore. I can't. I can't do this. (throws tantrum) I CANNOT DO THIS ANY-FUCKING-MORE! I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! IT'S NOT FAIR ON FUCKING ME! (overviews to tell the customers) IT'S NOT FAIR ON THEM! (to the final six) GET OUT! FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Yeah, that's right. Get out! GET OUT! (to Trev; tosses a blue steak to him) Hey, catch your blue steak. Fucking blue.

(interview) This sucks. The horrible feeling and it feels like going down to the world.

(to Trev) Hey bozo! [does a stop signal; angrily knocks the workstation with both hands] Just all of you, look at me now! It's like you're doing it on purpose!

Oh, chef's losing it.

Hard, undercooked, and stone-cold. Three beef… hold on hey, just put your finger on that. Look at us! WE DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!! WHERE'S YOUR PASSION?!! (angrily throws his spoon) I'm done standing here in a bunch of idiots! (throws his apron on the workstation) Fuck you all! Good luck, superstars! [he and Sous-Chef Scott exited the kitchen and left] Fucking useless. Aiyayayay.

(interview) We are fucked. Come on.

Oh, man.

Aw, there he is.

Aw he’s left.

(interview) This is over. Over.

(to himself) Oh, Jesus!

Holy shit! What the fuck just happened?! Chef is pissed!

(tastes) It fucks me off. [returns the risotto to the workstation] STOP! (to Nona and Trev) Come here you! (to Russell) Come here! (to Jillian) And you as well! Have a fucking good taste! [Gordon tastes, as well as the final four]

(interview) Awesome. It's freaking great. I love what's happening right now.

What's the first thing that comes to your mouth?

Pepper! (interview) Yeah, can we have some risotto with the pepper, please? Refire.

[spits out the risotto in disgust] Three stunning risottos away.

Yes, chef. (interview) Sucks, sucks, sucks.

New order! One spaghetti, two scallops, one truffle salad! [pause] How long?! [no one responds]

(interview) Nobody's listening to anything Trev says. Just like, "Blah-blah-blah," coming out his mouth!

Knock it out, guys! Let's get 'em in, get 'em out! [Nona continues to ignore Trev]

Answer him!

(interview) Nobody respects him, and that's why while he's on the pass, everyone's ignoring him.

One spaghetti, two scallops, one truffle salad! [beat; Sous Chef Scott looks up]

Is there an answer?!

Yes, chef!

The chefs may not be listening to Trev, but that doesn't stop him from calling more tickets.

One salmon, two beef, one wellington! Six minutes to the window!

Six minutes!

Thank you!

[facepalms] Stop two beef, one salmon, one wellington! 'Cause we haven't the fucking appetisers yet!

Son of a bitch.

"Son of a bitch?!" Ah, [throws spoon] fucking hell!

Fucking hell's right.

(interview) Trev sucks. Sorry, Trev, you suck.

COME ON, TREVOR!

After failing to notice Chef Scott's swapping of the meat, Jillian is on high alert.

Come on, Trev!

You’re not sending that shit out. That one looks like crap! Fire a new one (halibut), fire it now!

It’s ready right now, if you want it.

COME ON! (interview) Trev, you’re fucking up and it’s not right. [Trev brings his fish to the pass] This one’s skinny as shit and that one’s fat as fuck! You got a different one?

It’s gonna take six minutes if you want me to do that!

Well, this is not how they look on the same table! It’s bullshit!

They’re not all cut equal!

(interview) Jillian is just [makes a clawing motion with her hand] "RAWRAWRAWRAWRAWR!!!", all over Trev!

[checks on more halibut brought up by Trev] TREV!

Yes, chef.

YOUR HALIBUT IS FREAKIN’ RAW! Come here! Come here! Look at that shit, dude! It’s fucking raw! COME ON! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?!

Sixteen, if it takes.

As many times as it takes?!

As many times as it takes to get it right!

WELL, FUCKING GET IT RIGHT, MAN!

Doesn't make any sense to me.

(interview) I just don’t understand, like... I don’t get it.

You’ve got to control the kitchen, otherwise the kitchen controls you.

Yes, chef. (to Trev) YOU’RE SCREWING ME ON THE PASS!

Dude, they’re all different fucking sizes!

Jillian, you have to convict this! This is just not good enough! [to the Black Jackets] LISTEN TO ME, IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! (to Trev) YOU MAY WANT TO SCREW HER, BUT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING SCREW ME! COME HERE, YOU! Next time you fuck her again, or fuck me on one halibut, you’re fucking out! NOW WAKE UP! A JOKE’S A JOKE, BUT QUIT IT!

(interview) I wanted to throw a fucking hot pan at Trev’s head. Stop making me look bad, do your job! (to Trev) Move it!

Now, yeah. You know how it feels standing here, yes?

Yes, chef. It fucking sucks.

Sideways.

Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Orpheum Theatre. Please put your hands together for the Hell's Kitchen chefs. [Unveils the curtain; gives the chefs to raise their arms up. The chefs then see that there is no audience and Chef Ramsay at the top, clapping his hand loudly and slowly]

Seriously, what on earth did you expect? A packed house? A standing ovation? Screaming fans? REALLY? Right now, NONE of you are stars. Résumés mean NOTHING, got it?

Yes, chef!

GOT IT?

(louder voice) YES, CHEF!

Un-fucking-real.

Ladies first. What is it?

It is a chicken-fried ribeye with Yukon gold mash and white truffle cream gravy. I actually have a little sugar in there.

Stop. Say that again?

I have sugar in there. That's what my mother always did!

(interview) I do not know who in their right mind would put sugar in mashed potatoes.

Just try it! (interview) Chef Ramsay is going to love it because it's freakin' delicious! It's like an orgasm in your mouth, come on! [as Gordon spits out the mashed potato] Oh, God!

[stifling a laugh] I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh!

That... is disgusting.