Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Scott! Why did you put three in when there's two away?

(starts stuttering) Becau-- I-- I wa-- I was-- I apologize, chef.

Oh, he didn't even answer me! [throws his spoon away]

No, chef! There was two away! There's one following right behind it.

But it's not FIRED, IDIOT!! CHICKEN, WELLINGTON, TWO HALIBUT! THAT'S IT!

I apologize.

TWO HALIBUT AWAY, AND YOU STICK THREE IN! AND THEN YOU SAY THERE'S ONE GOING NEXT WHEN THERE FUCKING ISN'T!

I got it chef.

Oh, my God. Gabriel!

Yes, chef?

Why have you got a salmon and a halibut in the same pan? TALK TO ME, PLEASE!

I'm just searing it so I don't--

Come here you! One's braised, one's--

I'm just doing the sear first right now.

I don't want them! One's an oily fish, one's a white fish!

Yes, chef.

They need to be separate!

(interview) Oh, my God. That is like a fucking NO-NO!

Twelve services, we've never done it like that. You are not going to start.

I'm not chef.

One day, if you're lucky enough to open up your own business, then you teach that bad practice!

Fuck, man!

Oh, man! That's burned.

Yeah, that's for Minnie, too.

Scott! Come here you. That's burned. For Minnie Driver. Burned! The charity table!

Chef, I apologize.

Young man, you're making mistake after mistake, what you're doing is pissing me off!

I'm sorry, chef.

What is he doing? It's just a soft shit. [returns to the workstation] Hey, just touch that. Just touch the skin! You can't give me crispy salmon!

(interview) Oh, my God! What a freaking idiot! Crispy skin, it's simple! It's simple as a physics!

(to Scott in the Red kitchen) Hey, Scott!

Yes, chef?

Come here you! (to Gabriel) And you as well. This is painful! Seriously painful!

(interview) Oh, fuck man! Chef Ramsay's pissed. This is not good!

[leads Scott and Gabriel to the pantry and slams the door] What the fuck are you two doing?! You're out of fucking control!

No, chef!

(to Scott) You knew you went over, and you still bring it to me!

No, chef! I didn't think I held it that far!

[throws the tray away] You still brought it to me!

I apologize, chef. I didn't mean to do that.

(to Gabriel) And your skin is soft!

Yes, chef.

You two, ready to go?

No, chef!

WAKE UP!

Yes, chef!

All of you, COME HERE! [throws his spoon away] Yeah! Oh, really?! What next?! What possibly could be wrong?! The salmon is fucking raw! It's raw and it's stone-fucking-cold! [throws the salmon on the tray; to Gabriel] STOP! YOU ARE DONE! The competition for you is over! GET OUT!

Yes, chef. [tries to return to the dorms]

Hey, young man! [points to the front entrance] FRONT DOOR! GET OUT!

(interview) Crap, that's a bad way to leave.

(to the Blue team) Sorry, team.

GET OUT!

(sees Gabriel going through the dining room) Ohh!

That fucked me, man.

(interview) You can just be thrown out of that kitchen. It's that late in the game and it's that serious.

(follows Gabriel outside the restaurant) Uh, Gabriel.

Yep?

Sorry, man.

It was a pleasure. (shakes JP's hand)

Listen, pleasure was ours. However, I need your jacket. [Gabriel removes his chef's jacket]

It just didn't go my way tonight. It's just one bad service too many. Instead of getting a black jacket, they took my blue jacket. My fucking heart hurts right now because it was this fucking close.

Garnish for the halibut, please? I'll take, I'll take!

Garnish needs about 90 seconds to finish these shrimp off.

Walking with the halibut. [brings her halibut to the pass]

[throws his spoon away] I need the garnish for the halibut before the halibut! Shit!

I know, chef.

Well if you know, why doesn't Joy know?

What?! What am I...? I don't understand what you're saying!

OK, come here! Come here. I would like the garnish... look at me. Look at me!

Chef, I--

Can I finish my sentence? Plain English: I would like the garnish for the halibut, before the halibut.

Chef, I just... I... I...

Yes or no! You want to pick an argument? I'm ready!

(walking away) Can I finish cooking, chef?

Hey, young lady! If you're in a mood, don't take it out on my food.

(throws her cooking cloth away) I'm done.

You're done?!

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

Joy, stop.

Fuck you. I'm done with this shit. [removes her apron, throws it aside and leaves the kitchen]

Joy, no! Joy, come here!

Oh my God.

She left. She left, she walked off.

And he went chasing after her. I've never seen anything like this.

What a selfish attitude! One thing wrong and you run away. Absolutely phenomenal.

I'm trying to tell you--

No, you're not telling me!

You're not even listening to me! I'm--

No, you're not! You're arguing! You're arguing, you're shouting...

I'm done!

Hey, I know you're done. It shows in your cooking.

Okay, fine. Fuck you. (returns to the dorms)

Get out! Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.

So did that really happen?

I guess.

(laughs) I think we wrecked this place by ordering halibut!

(interview) I can't believe what was just happening. She just blew it. Over a fish. (in the kitchen) I don't understand that. (interview) Chicks, man.

She'd better not give up.

No, she'd better not. (interview) I'm just like "Please, walk back in with Chef!" [Gordon returns to the kitchen alone; Melanie and Rochelle look dismayed] (interview) But... no! No!

Melanie!

Yes, chef.

On the fish station, please.

Yes, chef.

And, excuse me! Everybody!

Yes, chef?

That is not the attitude I expect at this stage of the game, let me tell you!

What a night. To be a great head chef, one needs to have composure, discipline, and maturity. What Joy did tonight showed me she is NOT ready to be my next head chef.

(interview) Joy was MY competition. That's what I thought: me and her the last people standing. So for her to just flush all her hard work down the shitter, it blows my mind.

Where's my remoulade for my beef?

[walks to the pass] Here, chef.

[checks bowl] Hey, this isn't even mixed!

Oh, fuck me.

This isn't even mixed, Jessica! Let's go! Come on!

Scott's team, nothing coming out! (to Scott) This is a fucking mess. A big mess.

(interview) Nothing's coming out of that station. It's ridiculous, you know? My whole life is falling off a cliff. (in the kitchen) Oh, man. (interview) We just can't afford anything else to happen.

[to Scott] I got the garnish coming. Here's this. It's on a hot plate, though.

[checks fries with Gordon] Dammit.

They're not crispy.

(interview, sighs and facepalms)

They're fucking–they're not even crispy. I don't know why she's doing that.

[to his team] Hey, STOP! STOP!! Jessica!

Yeah?

GO!

No, no! Please, chef!

Go! Don't talk to me anymore. I want you out. Go. (interview) Jessica wasn't getting any better from start to finish. I can't do it anymore, man. That's it.

(sighs) Fuck.

Rochelle!

Yes?

Take control of this station now, please.

Yes, chef.

[tastes spinach brought by Sandra] COME ON! This is bitter and there is no salt in this!

Fuck.

Come on! [drops spoon in Sandra's pot] Make it better!

(to Sandra) Add more salt quickly! (interview) Sandra, get your shit together! If I was running that kitchen tonight, I would've thrown her pan, ripped off her apron, and made her get the fuck out of the kitchen. Like, how has Jason not done that?

(to Gordon) It's not just falling apart. This is going too slow, but this is the last table, and...

Well, wake up.

What is going on with the garnish here?! This is not that hard!

(to Sandra) Is there an answer there or not?

(sighs) Fuck me.

It's like talking to a fucking brick wall.

Come on!

What I have here is a grilled hickory-rubbed watermelon.

Seriously? You had forty-five minutes to make me anything, and you grill me a slice of fucking melon?

Yes, chef.

The rub doesn't work. I'm disappointed, it's underwhelming! One! (to Fernando) Okay, young man, could you take your glasses off for one minute? How old are you?

Twenty-eight.

Stop! Harry Potter looks older! [audience laughs] Jesus, are you on a diet?

It's enough.

It's enough?!

It's enough.

[laughs along with the audience and contestants] For you or me?

Oh, shit!

Okay, so what's the dish?

Pan-seared pigeon, chef, with a sweet potato purée and a California fig and balsamic reduction.

You cooked the squab beautifully. Purée's just absolutely sublime. Congratulations, four.

Thank you, chef.

Young man, first name is...

Frank.

And you're Italian, right?

That's correct.

Tell me what amazing Italian dish you have under that dome.

[removes lid] It's a filet mignon Bordelaise.

Filet mignon Bordelaise. Does that sound Italian?

No, not Italian at all.

[picks up bone] Frank, where's the dog? [audience laughs]

Well, I mean, you've never had bone marrow before?

Well, normally they take it out of the fucking bone!

Really?

Uh, yeah. So... (takes out bone marrow with a knife) let's take out the bone marrow. Now it looks like the dog shat on my plate! Wish me luck.

This is all bad. Uh, one.

I'm sorry.

Hey Janai!

Yes, chef?

Two times five?

(interview) Uhh... (laughs)

Ten.

Are you okay?! I'm missing two scallops! (Janai laughs) Not funny!

(interview; laughs)

Hey, HEY! All of you, come here! Look at that! Touch that! Look at what you're giving me!

They're raw.

It's still fucking moving! [smashes the scallops]

Sorry, chef.

Raw lobster!

That was my fault chef.

JESUS CHRIST!!

I'm dropping three more.

JP!

Yes, chef?

JUST PATHETIC!! JR!

Yes, chef?

JUST RIDICULOUS!!

You’re sabotaging us! Thank you for the fucking snowball! ASSHOLES!!! [double flips]

Two chicken, two halibut!

(to JR) We don't have another halibut. We can't serve that one, dude.

Push them!!

HOW LONG DO YOU GUYS NEED ON THAT HALIBUT?!

Right now, chef! (interview) Fuck it. I'll bring it up. Whatever. (to Gordon) Here's two pieces of halibut.

[examines JP's fish] Oh, what have you done there? It's fucking... (to blue team) Blue team! (to JP) Come here, you!

Yes, chef.

(to Steve) Chicken's cooked perfectly.

Thank you, chef.

Look what's next to it, on the same fucking table! Look at that!

(interview) Everything's fucked up in front of us. It's nuts.

And that is an example of the shit that's been coming out of that station all [slams fist on plate] FUCKING NIGHT. (to JP and JR) You, and you fuck off upstairs. GET OUT! FUCK OFF! GET OUT!

Blue team! I cannot take ONE MORE MISTAKE!

Yes, chef!

GET IT TOGETHER!

Yes, chef!

(interview) I still believe my team can do it. I believe we're gonna do it!

Halibut!

Walking!

Holy fuck! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE!

Yes, chef.

Fucking halibut's raw and cold.

That was my fault chef.

Yeah, FUCK off. [angrily throws the halibut away; points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, you and you FUCK OFF! GET OUT. GET OUT!