Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Tonight, Briana had a battle with the cod, and the cod won. And that's why her time in Hell's Kitchen was a short one.

Hey, [returns to the workstation] all of you, come here. Taste that, yeah? Just fucking taste that. How does that taste?

Undercooked and not seasoned.

(to Christina) How does that, you? Tell me.

Christina Wilson

I just spit it out chef.

Oh, really?

It was undercooked chef. Sorry.

So you're rushing and cooking bland food! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Come on, Danielle!

It's coming chef.

Cod's raw. BRIAN! Hey you, Bozo come here! Cod is raw. Fucking cat food. [gets a piece of cod, then throws it on the workstation] Fuck off will you?!

[knocks his hand on the workstation] Fuck me!

(to Brian) Hey, hello chef! Wha-what is that? [tosses a small piece of cod to him]

Get another one in the pan guys.

Three cod, two lamb. How long?

One minute chef.

You need help?

I got it. (interview) I just can't seem to cook fish. I just can't seem to do it tonight!

Three cod, two lamb. What are we waiting on?

The cod chef.

Oh, come on. Check if that's cooked Justin.

Oui chef.

What's going on?

That's burnt.

Fuck. I burned my goddamn fish.

Oh, my God.

Three cod, two lamb. How long?

I have one cod left chef.

You ran out of cod?

Yes, chef.

What? Hey you, what in the fuck are you doing?!

It's an hour and fifteen minutes into dinner service and neither kitchen has sent out an entrée.

James?

[enters the blue kitchen] Yes, chef?

We ran out of cod. Can we serve the sea bass?

Yes, chef. [exits the kitchen]

Let's go. Three bass, two lamb.

Yes, chef. Coming right now, baby.

Hey! "It's coming, baby"??

Sorry, chef.

You COOK like a fucking baby!

Won't happen again, chef.

GET OUT! [slams his hand on the table]

Yes, chef. [bangs his hand on side of the oven as he exits] FUCK!

What's the matter with that jerk?!

[throws his apron in the dorms] Come on, man!

I'll take it from here.

Oh, fuck me. It's still stone-cold. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here.

(whispering) No, no, no, no.

This far into service, look. It's fucking raw! (to Roshni) You, get out!

Chef, please no! Can I get one more--

Get out! GET OUT!! PISS OFF!! Can someone put that one back in the oven?

But, I have a fresh one!

GET OUT!

Come on, Donald! Let's go!

One minute, chef.

One minute.

(interview) One minute, I'm going up.

You've got to be kidding me.

(interview) One minute!!

One minute on that steak, chef.

Donald!!

One minute, chef.

Three minutes ago, you said one minute, yeah?

Yeah, I'm right there. One minute!

What's going on? You're shouting "one minute" just like a fucking idiot!

Uhm... Like a minute and a half.

Oh, my God. Fucking hell! Come on, Donald!

Yes, chef! Coming up. [delivers his meat to the pass] Sorry, chef.

Jesus Christ!! [checks the steak] What the fuck? Oh, my God! [returns to the workstation] Yeah, stop, STOP!! [Don groans] You keep me waiting and they arrive in the window, medium-well. And you're telling me one minute, I came back four minutes later it's still one minute.

Fuck.

Get out! Fuck off!

What is that? It's not even hot. [Calls the teams] All of you, come here! Just taste that for me. ALL OF YOU, TASTE THAT! TASTE THE FUCKING GARLIC ON THERE. WHO SEASONED THAT?

Sorry chef--

Hey, madam! Your mouth is exploded from the garlic.

I understand that, chef.

After that, stone-cold sauce, who set the sauce?

Ummm, I did.

STOP! (calls Robyn and Danielle to kick out of the kitchen) BOTH OF YOU FUCK OFF!!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT!

For some reason, both Royce and Justin are cooking fish.

Two bass! Let's go!

Oui, Chef! One minute!

One minute!

Hey, who's cooking the bass?

Right here, chef.

I am, chef.

I got your bass.

I have my hands for this order.

I got two more.

Oh my GOD! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!

No.

You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not ONE of you are fucking communicating, both of you FUCK off out of here!

Fucking hell...

Fuck off! [throws towel at Justin as he walks out]

Are you putting these all in one thing?

Yeah. [puts her meat into Dana's tray of fish; Dana brings them to the pass]

Look, hey look. Fish and meat on the same tray. Meat dripping into the fish, fish dripping into the meat.

(interview) I said to her, "where do you want me to put these. To all in this one tray?" She's like, "yeah, sure. Put it on that tray."

Who put that on there? That's disgusting. Who done that?

(interview) I'm waiting on Dana to say she did it because that bitch did it!

How can you put that onto one fucking tray? [throws his spoon away]

(interview) I think Kimmie need to grow some balls. It's your station, man up!

Who put that on there? Was it a ghost? Somebody tell me what is happening! Fucking idiots!

I did, chef!

Fucking tray! [throws his spoon away]

(interview) Dana fucking put that shit on there. I said, "I did it," to Chef Ramsay because it was my station, but it was her fault.

Christina

[to Kimmie] Go ahead.

Move! [shoves Christina Wilson away]

Christina Wilson

O–Okay!

I got it! Move! Get off my station!

Now we're dragging the New York strip.

(interview) I was fucking pissed that I'm getting in trouble for something somebody else did. [to Robyn about the tray mishap] You know I didn't put that shit on there, right? [Robyn nods] Alright, just checking.

Dana, did you put that on there?

Nope. I asked her specifically, did you want–

No, you put it on there, alright!

Christina Wilson

STOP!

Who the fuck cares?! Just finish the fucking food and shut the fuck up! I don't WANNA hear it!

Christina Wilson

Stop!

[to Dana] Just stay over there and off my shit. Fucking nasty bitch, dude.

(interview) Kimmie, like, for a big girl is a big baby. That's what she is. You know, I don't need to deal with that shit. If I'm trying to help you, that's bullshit!

All of you!

Yes, chef!

STOP!

Oh, fuck!

Yeah, come here! The ultimate insult. Raw pork! Not pink, not slightly undercooked, fucking RAW! [smashes the pork] SHIT! [throws his spoon across the workstation]

(interview) He was pissed! I felt really bad for the pig. The pig didn't do it, it was Danielle.

Sorry, chef.

Oh, Danielle.

And in the Red Kitchen...

Where's the pork?

Right here!

Danielle is looking to redeem herself with her second attempt at the pork.

I think it's good. If it's not, I'm going to freak out.

Oh shit! Danielle, he's cutting it. So just get another one going...

He's coming back!

Christina Wilson

Dani, get the pan hot. Right now!

He's coming back! It's raw!

Christina Wilson

Dani, get another pork working right now. Now!

Hey! Just STOP! Raw pork again. Pink and bloody in the middle. I give up. (to Danielle) And one more thing. GET OUT!

Fucking ready right here, here! Sorry, Chef, I apologize. Sure that was done?

Don't put out the pork, it's not cooked, don't put out the pork, it's not cooked.

Don't - put - out - the - pork - it's - not - cooked.

(to Clemenza and Justin) Hey, both of you come here! (knocks the workstation)

(to Justin) I said it wasn't done.

BOTH OF YOU!

(shows the raw pork) That is it. GET OUT!

Yes, chef. (to Justin) I said it wasn't done.

Can I please-?

GET OUT!

[throws the tongs]

(interview) I just told you the pork's not cooked five motherfuckin' times!

It's my fault, Clemenza.

(interview) How dumb can you fucking be?!

The total number of chefs in the dorms is now up to five and in the red kitchen, Barbie is taking special precautions to make sure she isn't joining them.

Hey you, come here you. Give me that. The day we need, look at me, a thermometer. The day we need that to cook a breast of chicken! You, GET OUT!

(interview) I don't know why she can't cook chicken, I really don't. Cooking a breast of chicken is about as easy as taking a shit. Anybody can do that. Are you that dumb?

Tiffany, put that down.

Yes, Chef.

Look at me. Seriously, I've had enough. [slams the pan on the workstation] Shit burned mash. Get out. Get out! I swear to God, I don't give a fuck if the whole team goes home tonight, I - don't - care!

(interview) Chef Ramsay's been on like a kicking out spree right now. I'm scared shitless right now, I'm not going to lie!

(to Royce) Hey, chef. Shit chef, come here. Burnt bits of crispy skin. Eat that. [Royce tastes the burnt chicken skin] How did that taste?

Terrible, chef.

GET OUT! Hey, I'm done! You're over your head! [claps angrily] GET OUT OF HERE.

(interview) All of a sudden, it's just me and Roshe. Holy shhhiiittt!

I don't give a fuck if I finish this table on my own with Scott. I don't care anymore.

(interview) We are screwed, big time.