Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Chef Ramsay does not need to put the Blue Team in our kitchen. It’s embarrassing. You know, obviously, all that point that the red team has lost tonight.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Just STOP!! Come here, all of you! Just touch them. Put your hand on top. Put your hand on-- (to Robyn and Tiffany) PUT YOUR HAND ON TOP!!

I'm putting it on top. I need to get over there.

Put it on top. Put it on top. Stone-cold! Red team! You, you, you, you, you. Fuck off! [Kimmie slams her towel on her station upon exit] (to Christina Wilson, who's still in the kitchen) GET OUT!!

Kimmie, who is the first nominee for the Red team?

The first nominee chef is Robyn. Because she was pretty much lied to you and told you to cook fish in three minutes and she cooked it for seven, so--

(interrupts Kimmie; looks depressed) What?! I didn't lie to you chef when I said that fish was out in three minutes, the fish was cooked seven minutes prior so I was miscommunication on what I said that's not lied to you.

What?!

I know that I turned myself I got not lying because the way my mother raised me.

(moans) What? Oh my God!

Oh my God, Kimmie! Please! [groans] I'd been-- You what, Kimmie, if you want to really get dirty right now, you'll get dirty. You think I am scared of you! YOU CALL ME A FUCKING BITCH TODAY AND YOU WANT TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT! Guess what? There is no friends there in this competition so I want to work for him.

(moans) Wow!

Hey, Tiffany!

Yes, Chef?

GET THE FUCKING SEA BASS IN!

Yes, Chef!

I've got it. I've got it. Don't worry about it.

THAT'S THE COD!

A little bit of fish here, a little bit there. You're (Clemenza) stuffing your face with fucking desserts! Hey, [pounds table] all of you, come here! And put that one down. [Checks Brian's fish] Raw. A fucking blind man can see that's raw, raw, raw.

(interview) It's my fault. It's my fault.

Honestly, Your menu, your menu, your menu, your menu! You give me that, followed by that. You, you, you, you, GET OUT! Fucking idiots, Get the fuck out of here.

All of you, listen carefully. I have in my hand the comment cards. I was hoping that they would decide the winning team. (rips up the comment cards into pieces and throws them everywhere) Tonight, it was the most shocking dinner service yet. Here's the sad news: YOUR MENU, YOUR CREATIVITY, YOUR EXECUTION, AND SUPPOSEDLY, YOUR TEAMWORK. Blue Team, embarrassing. I mean, really embarrassing. It's just like you didn't care. And ladies, raw potatoes. And then Dana, raw fucking lobster. I expected tonight to be your absolute best. Unfortunately, it's gone down in history as one of your worst. There will be no winning team.

(interview) I'm so confused right now. Somebody tell me what the hell's going on?

(interview) I don't even know what to say. Like... I really thought we had this.

Both teams, decide which two people you want to nominate to lose from your team. Fuck off.

Fuck me. Burnt one side. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Yeah, come here. Look. No colour and look. Burnt.

(interview) Really dude? It's a fucking piece of fish. I mean, like come on! Step it up a little bit.

[to Brian; gives him a piece of fish] Come here, just take a bite of that. Just take a bite. Eat it, you fuckwit. How does it taste?

Tastes like fish, chef.

Excuse me? (brief pause) Smartass, you want to be funny now, do you? (throws his spoon) You're such a dick.

(interview) Brian, really? Right now is not the time to fucking crack jokes, bro.

Get out, get out. Fucking idiot.

Fuck. [walks out of the kitchen] Seriously? (interview) That was a mistake of epic proportions. I did not mean to be a smartass.

[rekindles Brian] "Tastes like fish." What a fucking dick.

(interview) It was just the first thing that came to my head.

[sees Brian] Hey, come here you fuckface. What are you doing here?

I'm not done!

Don't fucking shout at me. I'm going to ask you one more fucking time. You give me a bullshit answer, that jacket's coming off and you're going through that door home. How did that fish taste?

Shit.

So why did you give it to me?

I didn't see the bottom. I didn't see the bottom chef. It's not going to happen again.

Oh, fuck me. The chicken is raw! All of you! ALL OF YOU! (to Brian) THAT'S YOU, FUCKER! [knocks his hand on the workstation] The chicken it comes up...

Raw.

RAW!

Fuck! (interview) Robyn, really? It's pink, it's still fucking bleeding. Come on, get it right.

Robyn, really? Really?! [throws his spoon away] RAW! (to Brian) Hey comedian! Crack a fucking joke now! I fucking dare you! [knocks his hand on the workstation]

I have nothing funny to say, chef.

Start again!

I mean, fuck me. [returns to the workstation] Hey.

Really?

You, you, you, you. Come here. [Robyn whips her towel] Hey, look. Raw. Do I really have to serve that? [throws the chicken away] MADNESS! Get out.

Don't kick them out, chef, Just kick me out--

Hey listen. Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do. You, you, you, you: fuck off!

FUCK! I fucking hate this damn chicken! [Clemenza throws his towel away]

GET OUT! (as they exit) We are fucked here.

Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Oh, Jesus. [returns to the workstation] Aaaahhh. I could cry. I could just... I could just cry. [throws his spoon]

Christina Wilson

Agh - fuck.

[knocks the workstation with both hands] STOP! Come here, you. Let me show you something: I've got raw, raw fucking catfish there.

Christina Wilson

Ah...

Then there's burnt shit there.

(interview) What are you thinking, Kimmie? This is not happening! NO!

(points to each member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, GET OUT! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!

Christina Wilson

Fuck!

Hey (Christina), hey! Yeah, touch! [tosses a piece of catfish to Christina] That's the raw bits!

Christina Wilson

Yeah, I see it, chef. I see it.

Fucking disgrace! GET OUT!

Christina Wilson

(interview) We didn't finish service because of that fucking fish station. It was supposed to Kimmie's time to shine. I don't fucking get it.

Stay there. Stay there. Trust me; Scott, Andi, and I will finish the service. Let me tell you that. That was shocking. I can't take any more. Do me a big favour: Each of you have a good chat, based on tonight's service, and come up with one individual from each team that should be leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight. And I hope to hell that all of you are feeling like shit.

Yes, chef.

Pathetic. All of you, upstairs. Get out of here.

(interview) Dinner service was disgusting once again. It's just dumb mistakes. It's really frustrating.

(interview) The lamb is nicely cooked, the sauce is on, we got this, we got this, got this.

Unreal! (chokes the undercooked lamb)

Fuck!

Wow! Ugh!

(interview) Yeah, we're fucked.

The sauce is disgusting. It looks like in a gas station. Nasty!

(interview) Okay, this could be good for us, I mean our lamb is cooked perfectly!

Red team! (holds the lamb)

I sliced the lamb, Chef. I apologize.

(to Barbie) Did you slice the lamb or chewed the lamb?

(interview) Barbie, what have you done to this lamb? Did you cut it with a fucking spoon?

I am seriously disappointed. I expected at this stage in the game something so much better! For the first time ever in Hell's Kitchen history, I, Gordon Ramsay, cannot pick a winner! Red team, blue team, you both lost. One team would've had an amazing day with a beach in Santa Monica, visiting Malibu in a helicopter. You had a beach club this afternoon for yourselves.

(interview) Hell's Kitchen season 10 making history! Only we're making history because we suck!

You have a long day cleaning. The front of Hell's Kitchen needs sprucing up. After that, Hell's Kitchen SUV's need detailing. But more importantly, I'm opening Hell's Kitchen tonight.

Yes, chef.

And do you know why? Redemption! You need it. I swear to god, it's going to be a great service. Because if it's not, I am not waiting until the end of service to get rid of dead wood.

Fuck!

Get cleaning.

Let's go guys.

(interview) Chef's pissed and do you know what? He's got every right to be pissed. We should all be embarrassed to be wearing these jackets right now.

(to Clemenza) Come on, C!

(to remaining chefs) Hi, guys.

Christina Wilson

Hi, James.

By the way, that's the car [shows a classic car with a surfboard after joint challenge loss] those taking to you to a private beach for the day.

Wow.

(interview) God, man! It would have been fucking pimped to roll down in Malibu [dream of time at the beach and relaxing on a pool with a wine] in that red car, lay down a beach, have some drinks, and just relax by the pool. Why couldn't we just win today so we could've been at the beach?

Enough about that cause that all winners stuff and we're all bunch of losers at the moment. (to both teams) So, we're going to clean. Alright guys, let's go.

[walks to the pass with three pans] Five risotto coming up, chef!

Uh, stop there, Scott. It's–it's not even in one pan. That's what I'm saying. I got three different colours. I mean, honestly? [returns to workstation carrying the pans] All of you, come here!

Fuck!

Multi-coloured fucking risotto!! A light one, a dark one, and an in-between one. WHEN WE HAVE FIVE RISOTTO ON ONE TABLE, WHAT DO WE DO?! WHAT DO WE DO?!

On one pan.

Louder!

One pan, chef!

LOUDER!

ALL IN ONE PAN, CHEF!

[points at Clemenza] Tell him, then!

All in one pan!

Yes!

Tell him!

All in one pan!

Yes!

(to Brian) Tell him!

All in one pan, Clemenza!

Yes!

All in one pan!! (interview) One pan!

COME ON, THEN!

Yes, chef! I'll re-fire five right now!

Get it together! FOCUS ON A FUCKING RISOTTO!!

Yes, chef!

Justin! Hey you! Come here, you! So he (Brian) cooks fresh New York strip, because he screwed the previous table. And you reheat the same bass???

(to Robyn) And you think it's funny?

No, I don't think it's funny. I'm pissed right now. I don't think it's funny at all. (interview) Hehehehehe! Justin's a dumbass! Are you kidding me? I think it's hilarious right now.

Justin, is that your best?! (no response) Hey! IS THAT YOUR BEST??!!

No, chef! No!

So all that time, you were cooking-

...all that time you were cooking, you couldn't think to put two fresh bass in?

Chef, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I've got to re-fire these right now. (interview) What was I thinking??? That was just a dumb, dumb mistake.

All of you, look at me! [points at each member of the Blue Team] WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

Three New York, two wellington, one bass. How long?

Three minutes, chef!

Drive the ticket! Let's go!

Yes, chef! (interview) It's still our first table, and all I want is the ticket to be done. I just want it to be done. But everything kept coming out wrong.

Come on, Brian. Here's the bass. Let me know when you're ready to go.

Walk with your bass. I'm slicing New York.

Yes. Go, go, go! Make sure it's cooked!

[slices steak in half] Raw. Ah, fuck.

No, no, no, no, no!

More time. It needs more time.

No! Get another one! (to Gordon) He's backed up! He's gonna be dragging steak at least two minutes!

Hold on! It's not ready! (to Justin) It's not ready.

It's still coming out WRONG! Are you serious?! (to Brian) MUPPET!! FUCKING HELL!! [sees several diners leave the dining room] Are you serious? They're walking out! Oh, my God. Urgently, where's the wellington?!

Okay, wellies walking. Wellies walking.

Oh, fuck me. Not another overcooked wellington. (sighs) Fucking hell. Honestly, I'm gonna go crazy. [returns to workstation] Overcooked wellingtons! It's like a joke now. [Brian pounds his fist] Honestly, guys, it's like a big fucking joke.

Come on! [Brian punches his forehead]

(to Brian) Hey, come here, fucking comedian! I have had enough. Come here, you! [leads Brian into the red kitchen] Barbie!

Yes, chef?

Come here, please! URGENTLY! You, on the meat!

Christina Wilson

Show him (Brian) how to do a wellie, Barbie.

He's not capable! Get over there!

Yes, chef, I got it.

Get him in, Barbie! Urgently!

(to Brian) Come on.

Fuck! (interview) Oh, I'm fucking furious. You gotta be kidding me. [carries wellington tray] GODDAMNIT!!

Oh, my God.

(interview) On a black jacket night, Barbie comes over to finish my fucking station?

Seven minutes. They're resting, chef.

[shouting through his teeth] GODDAMNIT!! (interview) I feel like a castrated dog.

You can't put all that meat on one fucking tray!

(interview) And I think Barbie is enjoying this, I really do.

[pounds fist again] DAMNIT!

Stay with it, Brian.

I can't do anything!

STAY WITH IT!

There's nothing I can fucking do! I've been demoted!

(to Robyn) Wellie garnish, how are you?

Walking with garnish, Barbie!

Walking with wellingtons.

Cooked perfectly! (to waiters) Service, please.

Nice job, Barbie.

Goddamnit! (interview) Oh, my God. [holds up left hand and pretends to hang himself]