Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

I have stepped up my game every service, every challenge, I've gotten better. If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.

Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?

Carrie, chef.

Jamie?

Elise, chef.

Krupa, who would you drop?

Elise as well.

Jennifer, who would you drop?

Elise.

Gina?

Elise, chef.

Natalie [transferred to blue team since previous episode], you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home: Elise or Carrie?

Elise, chef.

No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you: your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.

I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second, and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.

It's too late! [laughs]

I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31. I'm 26. I have so much to learn and so much more to give.

Are you done? [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise tearfully walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line.

Who made this? Who made that risotto? The risotto's like soup. [returns to the workstation and pours the risotto into another pan] Krupa! The risotto is like soup. Soup, soup, soup, fucking soup!

(interview) Soupy risotto, what the fuck was wrong with me?

Come on, Krupa! I know you don't know the difference between veal and beef, but you must know the difference between soup and risotto!

[Prepares another risotto] Yes, chef. (interview) This sucks. I am better than this. [Brings risotto to the pass] Risotto.

[Checks the risotto] Krupa, cooked perfectly! [Krupa smiles while cooking another food] [to Andi] Okay, let's go. Service.

One fucked-up risotto after that no more.

[Sees Paul at the garnish section] Jonathon.

Yes, chef.

Why is Paul taking over the garnish?

He's helping me out, chef.

Helping you out or doing it?

I've a little bit- I'm having a little bit of trouble!

Oh, come on! (to Paul) Paul.

Yes, chef?

Come here, you.

[Approaches Gordon] Yes, chef!

"Help him out" has a big difference, but actually "taking over" I'm not going to let.

Yes, chef.

Do you understand?

Yes, chef! [returns to his previous section]

(to Jonathon) Will the garnish be ready, Jonathon?

Yes chef, it'll be ready!

Look at me, because if it's not, you can fuck off!

I'll have it ready, chef!

How long, Gina? [Gina doesn't respond] Talk to your team!

I'm re–I'm ready.

Can you slow it down? I need about a minute and a half on my pasta.

I'm good to go.

Slow it down a little bit. (interview) Gina seemed to be in a rush to try to get things done, but the pasta wasn't ready, so I kept on pushing it back and pushing it back.

I'm walking with the scallops.

Oh, are you? Everybody else ready?

Hold on. Hold, 15 seconds!

[walks to the pass while Krupa continues cooking pasta] Walking with my scallops!

Oh, fuck me.

(interview) It's frustrating that she's not listening to me. She was focused on the task that she was doing, but there was no communication.

Let's go, spaghetti!

Lobster spaghetti coming right now, chef.

You're not—you're not even working as a team yet. Hurry up, Krupa.

[brings the lobster spaghetti to the pass] Chef, lobster spaghetti.

Undercooked! [spits the spaghetti on his napkin] Fuck me. [returns to the workstation and throws his tongs away] Krupa! Taste that! Hurry up! [Krupa tastes the spaghetti] RAW!

I'll give you another one, chef. (interview) Gina definitely screwed me over - timing-wise - and I had no choice but to take it up like that and then take the blame for it.

Gina! Krupa! All I'm begging for is communication! Get it together! Start the table again!

Oh, my God! I'm so pissed off. I can't take it anymore. (returns to the workstation and throws tongs away) ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! AT MY FUCKING SIDE! [knocks his hand on the workstation] (to Elise) What's wrong with that?

It looks like shit.

There's no pasta! It looks like baby food out of a fucking tin! (to Krupa) IT'S DISGUSTING!! [slams the pan down]

Sorry, chef.

From a soupy risotto to fucking spaghetti drowned in sauce!

(interview) Right now, appetizers is sinking the whole ship.

(to Krupa) Hey, you, you! Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! I can't bear to look at you anymore! GET OUT!

Two cod, one lobster, one wellington!

Yes, chef.

(to Tommy) Three and half minutes, yes? On the two cod? The wellington? [Tommy doesn't respond]

Tommy!

Tommy, how long on the cod? You're driving!

TOMMY!

(interview) Tommy doesn't talk. He shuts down, he gets real quiet! And then he doesn't talk to Chef, and that's a sign of disrespect to Chef, so Chef gets even madder at him! (to Tommy) Tommy, how long?!

Tommy, you're keeping us all fucking waiting now!

I'm just going, chef. It's coming, I promise.

Yeah, then give me a fucking time!

Two minutes, yes?

No, give me five!

Oh, fucking hell.

I gotta redo that cod. (to Will) Can't put that out, right?

Fuck, man!

(to Monterray) Yeah, push it back. Five on that cod, guys. Five on that two cod. (interview) I'm being a leader for myself in Hell's Kitchen right now. I'm making sure things leaving my hands are perfect, and that's how I'll be noted.

Monterray! Hey, bozo! How can you keep on reheating your meat before it's overcooked?!

It's not, chef!

You don't know how to fucking do it!

It won't be, chef! It won't be!

Cod, sea bass, wellington, (New York) strip! I HOPE IT'S WORKING!

These are up for the cod. Can we plate this?

(to Monterray) Wellington!

[cuts into the wellington] Oh, my fucking God! [both halves of the wellington are raw in the center] Will, take a look at this. I don't think that's gonna pass.

If you don't think that's right, you need to let them know now.

Guys, I don't think it's right! Pull back!

Oh, fuck off! [slams spoon on workstation] Fuck off! (to Monterray) Come here, you!

That was me, chef.

I sent you four minutes ago! How can you continue cooking a wellington?!

I had two, chef. One was over and I still had one to send with the others, chef. And the other one was overcooked as well.

So they're both overcooked? [points at Tommy] You! Come here, you!

Yes, chef.

Last table was the cod, overcooked. Now it's the wellington. Let me communicate to both of you! FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!! Get out of here, both of you! PISS OFF! Get upstairs and fucking sit and high-five each other! GET OUT, TOMMY!

[walks to the pass with sea bass] It's hot, chef. Very hot.

Oh, stop - fuck off, will you? [separates the sea bass, sees that it's raw] Aaaahhhh. [returns to the workstation] All of you! Come here! Raw bass! [points at the bass] RAW, fucking bass!

(interview) Oh, my God. Like here it comes.

Anything to say now?!

No, chef.

Nothing at all? Anything to say?! Anybody? FUCK OFF! [smashes the bass as it splatters around the Red Team] (to Gina and Elise) Both of you, fuck off upstairs!

Where's the cake? Please? (to Scott) Scott, we are all order the special cake, right?

Yes.

Very good. Excellent. What on earth? [finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made] Holy crap. Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess.

We thought it looked like sand.

[laughs] Yeah chef.

Look at it! It's like a big Mexican sombrero gone wrong with someone shat on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you seen this disaster?

[raises his right arm] Olé!

Yeah. Let me tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. [brings the cake and hands it over to Sous-chef Scott] Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind putting it over there? Thank you.

Paul?

Yes, chef.

[returns to workstation & touches on the center of the snapper as Paul approaches Gordon] It's cold in the centre and it's fucking raw.

I'll re-fire chef.

I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! It's our first table! [smashes the snapper] I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! NOT TONIGHT!

Yes, chef!

Carrie! Look at me. LOOK AT ME!

Yes, chef.

You're adding the old rice into the fresh rice, just reheating it. I'm watching whatever you're doing.

[responds hesitantly] No, I did a- some- oh- yes- I'll start over right now.

So -

[Interrupts Gordon] (to Carrie) Drop that pan and start over!

She wants to cut corners! (to Elise) And you wonder why I'm pissed off?

No, chef. (interview) That's pretty stupid. My mind was blowing, I was like: "Well, Chef Ramsay sees it from who she (Carrie) is, the weakest of the team".

(to Carrie) I know the name of your restaurant: "Chez Leftovers".

Yes, chef.

While Carrie starts from square one on her rice, Chef Ramsay...

[asks for snapper] Snapper, please.

...is waiting on Paul...

Where's the snapper?

...once again.

Yes chef, I'm pushing it right now.

It's fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you! [angrily throws his spoon away] I'm- I'm struggling! The fish is fucking RAW! [knocks the workstation] IT'S THE SECOND TIME! And it's the committee's table! You can't do that to me!

Yes, chef.

(interview) Paul's crashing and burning on the fish station like a Titanic, you know? It's fucking going down.

(to Paul) YOU, OFF FISH!

[angrily slams his towel] Fuck!

Jonathon, Monterray! On the fish!

(interview) I'm like, "okay." (to Jonathon) Come on. Let's go, let's go.

Get a grip, guys!

Four to five minutes.

Jesus Christ.

Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to put it together!

Two minutes.

Two minutes chef.

Not bad.

Don't yell. You did do what you got.

No, no, no, no.

Just what you got to do.

(interview) Chef Ramsay throws me on fish station, so I do what I can. And Jonathon's sittin' back and I'm like, "Dude! What the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please! Like, what is wrong with you?"

What the fuck is Jonathon doing?

I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.

(interview) Jonathon's sitting in the corner like some stray dog with his tail between his legs.

If anybody needs anything, just holler at me, okay?

(interview) So I guess I'm by myself, I have to step up and I'm like, more capable of doing this job.

Where is the snapper?

[Brings the snapper to the pass] Right here, chef.

It's raw. All of you, come here.

What the fuck happened?

Just touch that. [touches the top of snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it. Touch it. [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare- I am so pissed off! I can't take it anymore. I've had-I've had enough!

Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.

He (Paul) screws me, you (Monterray) walk away.

Sorry, chef.

Where's your respect? Get out! Fuck off!

Ugh.

Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?

Piss off!

Fuck!

Paul, that was one of the worst dinner services I’ve ever witnessed.

I’m sick to my stomach for what happened tonight. I ruined somebody’s 20-year anniversary that they’ll never get back. I feel that I’m not done, chef. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I really, really don’t want to go.

I’m unconvinced. You disintegrated! You backed up the entire dining room!

I know, chef. I had the worst service of my life! I am so disappointed in myself, that I’m literally cringing–cringing of watching you at the pass, and I’m shitting on you every fucking table, 'cause I couldn’t get my shit together! I don’t want that to ever happen again, and I have enough determination to ensure it WON’T fucking happen again! That’s why I still want to be here, because MY FIRE ISN’T OUT!

Paul.

Yes, chef.

Back in line.

Thank you, chef.

Blue Team, I've got an amazing day. Do you like speed?

Meth or coke?[the contestants laugh]

Oh, my God! [Gordon slaps himself]

Only kidding! I'm only kidding!

[to Natalie] Switch spots with me, please. [he and Natalie do so]

You're going to make me stand next to him (Tommy)?