Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Minutes before Hell's Kitchen opens for its ever first fashion night, the red team...

Hey, ladies. Once that last model has walked off the catwalk, [claps] bang! We go!

Yes, chef!

...is standing by, ready for action.

Is everyone ready?

Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen...

Let's go.

...Clemenza on the fish station is waiting for no one.

STOP! Clemenza! What are you doing?!

Scallops, chef.

We're not even open yet! Why is he cooking the scallops?! Oh God, Clemenza. How many portions of scallops have we wasted?

Four.

(interview) Clemenza, what the fuck are you doing?

Clemenza, I am fucking pissed off!!

(interview) Oh, my God. Someone's leaving right now.

ARE YOU READY TO GO HOME?!

No way, chef!

Stop! Clemenza!

Yes, chef!

What are you doing?! Nothing gets sent until the first catwalk! (to Roshni) You knew that, right?!

Yes, chef.

(to Guy) Did you know that?!

Yes, chef.

So why is he (Clemenza) cooking the scallops?! [pause] Clemenza, talk to ME!

I made a mistake, chef. It won't happen again.

Oh, come on.

(interview) I just start firing the scallops like an idiot, and people that knew staring at me. No one says a fucking word.

How many portions of scallops have we wasted?!

Four.

Fucking hell.

(interview) Clemenza, come on! He needs to pay attention to what the fuck is going on in that kitchen!

Scallops, please!

[walks to the pass] Coming up!

Over-fucking-cooked. (returns to workstation) Stop!! All of you, come here! Look, now we've gone overcooked to fuck! Horribly-done, grainy rubber. [hands scallop to Clemenza] Feel that, feel it! Just cooked to fuck! Who cooked them?

I did.

Guy! I'd rather you do it with control than try to rush them and create that mess!

(interview) Oh my God. We're done!

Clemenza! CLEMENZA!! Scallops, please! I'm running out of time! [still no response from Clemenza]

(interview) Guy just fumbled on the scallops, and I'm watching Clemenza go down like a body in the East River.

(to Guy) Get that scallop perfect, Guy. Come on, brother.

(interview) It's scallops! I mean, it's scallops!

Scallops, how long?!

Two minutes!

Three minutes!

Three minutes, chef!

Jesus Christ. Royce, get out there and tell them we need an extra five minutes. Hurry up!

Yes, chef.

(presents the second presentation) The swimwear designs of Amanda Ché.

Hey, baby.

Oh, fuck my ass! (interview) Holy fuck! That is sexy!

How the fuck am I supposed to cook with that going on?

[he begins to stare with models] That's what we're gonna deal with? (to himself) I fucked up, don't look. (interview) So, there's a few boobies and stuff like that running around. I see those models, but they're not gonna distract me. I'm focused.

Get those beef in the pan and get them seared!

(interview) My head is in the steaks.

Guy, focus! Guy! Guy! Pan is on fire! Fuck! You're fucking charring now! Look at what are you fuck doing here? It's a filet steak. Hardly any flat, so it needs to be doing beautifully cook with control.

(interview) All Guy had to do was to sear off the beef, and then finish it in the oven, and let them rest. So, it seems very simple and basic, yet he was having a hard time doing that. He tuned out.

Show's almost over, can we get a grip? WAKE UP! (to guy) Wake up, you, yeah?

Yes, chef.

[to blue team] Swordfish!

Fish, right now! Right now!

[brings fish to the pass] Chef, this is hot.

Yeah, I hope it's fucking hot. It's a kitchen, you doughnut. [the swordfish sticks to the tray as he tries to plate it] Oh, guys! Hey! What is this, a fucking... Hey! [bangs tray on workstation; the swordfish falls off] What–what is that? Rubber, overcooked.

One more swordfish! Yeah, yeah, I got it. I got it.

(interview) This is Clemenza's dish on the menu and it's hard for him to execute this dish.

I'm dying for a swordfish!

One swordfish, right here. [looks around the kitchen] I need a plate for the pass, please! Anybody, somebody!

(interview) Clemenza's like a lost cat sometimes. He's just, "doo-doo-doo, doo-doo!" Like, I don't get it!

(to Clemenza) Right here, right here! I got it.

Go, go, go! (interview) I get frazzled, everybody gets fucking frazzled! But, you know what, I got it!

Someone go get me another fucking beef, please.

(interview) Fuck no! I'm not going over to the Blue kitchen and getting my ass reamed!

(interview) So all these fucking girls on my team talk up the talk but they don't back it up! Get your fucking finger out of your ass and stop being fucking scared!

Christina! I need more beef!

Christina Wilson

Alright. Two?

Christina Wilson

(interview) You are so going to notice a Red jacket in the Blue kitchen, it's not even funny...

Christina Wilson

(interview) I was looking, and I'm looking and I started to go in...

(to the blue team) Let's go!

Christina Wilson

(interview) And then, here comes Chef Ramsay. And I was all like "Fuck this!"

What is all that - oh fuck me! (Calls the Blue Team; as they lost the service) Stop, stop, ALL OF YOU!

(interview) Shit man, now what!

Who cooked this? (to Clemenza) Clemenza, come here you! What the fuck have you done?

(interview) Oh, no, no, no. (moans)

(to Royce) Royce, come here you!

Yes, chef?

[puts out all of the leftover of swordfish into the workstation] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. Why did you cook so much?

No idea, chef.

Clemenza?

I called them into 18 that can make four more.

That's not four more, its 11 more!

(to Royce) You told him (Clemenza), 18?

No. That I told him sixteen plus one.

Okay, seventeen. (interview) I say what the fuck is sixteen plus one? You called fucking seventeen, you jerkoff!

Chef, I chased animals, I dug trees, I gave it my all every single time that I've been in that kitchen. I played 100% and I have not once, not once ever have I stopped and let my guard down. Once I have tried to help everybody and do everything I can possible, and I always played 100% and everybody's trying to fucking get rid of me, but you know what? I still put out better food than everybody standing there.

Clemenza, I want you to listen to me carefully. You've done well... you had a bad night. Are you done?

[pause] I'm not even close to done, chef. I'm ready! I'll go put out another dinner service right now if you need.

Wow. Based on everything I've seen and witnessed, my decision is... Clemenza. [pause; Clemenza is about to take off his jacket] Back in line!

YES! [high fives Clemenza]

Oh my God, fuck me. [returns the lobster to the work station] Hey come here you, ALL OF YOU! Not one of you know what the fuck is going on, and you're embarrassing in front of him (Tito Ortiz). Cold lobster for the second time tonight! I swear to God. Look at me - I've got one big message to you - hey you, Get out... fuck off. I'll do it on my own. Get out. Get out.

I don't want to get out, chef.

[to Justin] Want to argue in front of me? I'm fucking ready. Get out, you (Roshni) get out, fuck off, totally fucking useless. GET OUT! [The Blue Team leave the kitchen] GET OUT!

With dinner service complete.

He's really mad.

[to Justin] Yeah, as he should be.

[to Brian] No, really mad.

Chef Scott makes a rare visit to the dorm.

Let's go. Everybody, downstairs right now.

Yes, Chef. [The Blue Team head upstairs]

Chef wants to talk to all of you.

Yes, chef.

Right now.

Stay there, all of you just stay there. There's no way on Earth you're going back in there, I'm done. Red Team finished for you, brilliantly, BRILLIANTLY! How can they be so much better than you?

They're not, Chef.

They're not?

No.

[to Brian] You serve me soupy fucking risotto, (Roshni) wellingtons undercooked, (Patrick) cold lobster twice. [throws his towel] It's an absolute fucking joke!

(interview) He had every right to be mad it was embarrassing. It's our seventh dinner service it's embarrassing.

All of you, get upstairs and decide on two individuals leaving, don't take long. Fuck off. [The Blue Team return to the dorms]

There's a lovely young lady waiting for her pizza. COME ON TIFFANY!

Yes, chef!

You're so slow.

Yes, chef! (interview) I really hate cooking for children. Kids don't know what fine dining is... so their opinions really don't matter to me (laughs).

(looking underneath the pizza dough It's burnt. Look. Just cut that part.

I don't give a shit. (interview) I really don't like kids at all.

Pizza, how long?

Coming right out chef. [bring the pizza to the pass]

Come on, please!

Yes, chef.

The idea of a pizza is to serve first.

This side is alright, [looks underneath the pizza] but I don't want to eat that.

It's for kids! Fuck me. (to Tiffany) Stop!

Yes, chef.

Now we're sending burnt pizza. Not crispy and delicious. Fucking burnt. Burnt with bits of shit in there. What is going on?? All of you get a grip.

Yes, chef.

Ow! Just hit me in the head! (Flashback to Tiffany hit in the head) Ow!

(interview) Robyn is acting as crazy as fuck right now. I honestly think she's still holding a grudge for the challenge about that fucking ribeye.

Kimmie, lets me when you're walking, okay.

Sure will.

I'm coming, okay?

Yeah. I'm slicing, dude.

Can I walk?

Euh, give me just one second.

Can I walk?

Dammit!

You guys, how long?

Two minutes, chef, two minutes. These steaks are fucking huge. Not my fault. Not my fault, dude.

(interview and double flips at the camera) Really? Kimmie doesn't know what she's fucking doing. Fucking bitch!

Running!

Alright, running.

I got it. I got it. [both Kimmie and Robyn bringing the food to the pass] Bitch!

(to Chef Ramsay) You're alright with that?

No. Nowhere near. Oh Jesus!

All of you!

Yes, chef.

Come here. Hey look. We can't even get a steak cooked. It's badly sliced. Who did what here? Kimmie, Robyn, look at me, who done it then?

I did the filets.

I cut the steak, chef.

Looked at the way it's [the steak] sliced. It's like it's be cut with a spoon. It's not even sliced there. And then next to it, where's the filet? That's cooked beautifully, it's sliced beautifully.

(interview) HELL YEAH! I knew my shit was right. Robyn is fucking up and I just outshined her.

Blue team, away now Table 22, Concentrate. Three filet, one hanger steak.

Yes chef, four minutes. [Royce just stares at Gordon]

Royce doesn't even answer. Three filet, one hanger! Tell him, chef, three filet, one hanger.

Yes, chef, three filet, one hanger!

One more time!

Three filet, one hanger!

One more time!

Three filet, one hanger!

One more time!

Three filet, one hanger! I got two minutes on mine. [Ramsay claps slowly]

Give me three minutes-- three minutes, chef, on...

On what?

Two filet, one hanger.

Oh, my God!

Three filet! Sorry chef. Three filet, one hanger!

Hey, you! Hey, fuckwit. Come here you.

Fuck!

Hey, you! (Justin) On meat. Let's go. Patrick. Fuck off!

Oh, fuck me! Fuck!

Hey, outside and get some fresh air. Fuck off!

Honestly, it's gets fucking worse. All of you come here. Just touch that fish there. Just touch how dry. It's got more fucking wrinkles on it than I have and I'm forty-four years of age. That should be put fucking fresh! [pounds the counter]

We not going to to yell unless he yells at one of the chefs.

How long ago did you cook that?

Three minutes ago.

Three minutes ago?

Yes, chef.

That's fresh three minutes ago? Just touch.

(interview) That shit is nasty.

I took it off three minutes ago and I covered it.

So? Again when did you cook it?

Seven minutes ago, then.

Oh. Seven minutes ago?

Well, I took out three minutes ago. So four minutes for to cook, so seven minutes ago.

Yeah, maybe seventeen minutes ago. [throws the plate with the fish onto the counter]

(interview) You've got to be out of your fucking mind to lie to Chef Ramsay, because he knows, he's not stupid.

What's going on with the fish, Kimmie, I got to re-fire it.

Three minutes.

Get rid of that shit. [gives the plate to Christina Wilson who bins the fish] I wouldn't even serve that to my fucking cat. Fuck off, Robyn.

Fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here. All of you!

Yes, chef!

A hanger steak, [gets a piece of steak] raw and perfect. I knew it was too good to be true! (to Royce) Hey you, Rolls-Royce, fuck off!

The women continued to serve just as much attitude as food.