Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Lamb's coming right now!

Where's the fucking lamb?!

Slicing lamb now! I need a sizzle platter!

(to Josh) Hey, you! Come here, you! Bring that over. [shows Josh the bad platter of lamb] One third of them overcooked, and the center bits are raw. When you slice it and it's not right, wh–wh–what do you do?!

I panic.

You stop what?!

I stop thinking!

You stop slicing!

Yes, chef.

But no, you slice it more? Get out. GET OUT!

This year chefs get an early start on their Hell's Kitchen journey, and they couldn't be more exciting.

(interview) I think my competition is going to get overwhelmed. I'm going to destroy everybody, nobody's even going to come close you're all going to cry to your mommies.

First name is...

Jackie.

Where are you from?

(New) Jersey. [audience applauds] (interview) I am the epitome of Jersey. I'm tough, I'm beautiful, I'm sexy. I will kick your ass and suck your dick all at the same time.

What's under the dome?

[removes lid] I have a seared scallop and grilled corn salsa.

[notices that there is only one scallop on the plate] Wow. Now, are we on a diet?

No. [some of the contestants laugh with the audience] I thought it looked nice with just one.

I thought I'd get more from a Jersey girl. Every time I've been there, man, they're generous.

I know.

[eats the scallop] I'd love to give it a four. I can't, there's only one scallop there. I'm gonna give it a three. Three out of five.

Thank you, chef.

With Jackie having a respectable dish, Rhode Island culinary manager, Kevin, is putting his faith in his...

Chicken Caesar piadina.

[facepalms] There's a reason why you don't put fresh, crisp salad on a hot pizza. [Eddie shakes his head] Honestly, it looks... terrible. The dough's uneven. How'd you make that dough so quick?

Um, it was a pre-prepared dough.

So you didn't make the dough?

No. [audience groans]

[whispering] Shit.

And is it an authentic Caesar dressing?

Pre-made. [audience groans again; someone shouts at Gordon not to eat the food]

(interview, facepalms) Kevin!

Store-bought dough... store-bought Caesar salad dressing. Let me ask you something. Do you want to go home?

(interview) Oh, God. This is not good. [to Gordon] I'll do better, chef.

You'll do better?

I will. I can show you I will.

One out of five. That's all you get. Terrible.

Hassan, you got a 4. [blue team celebrates]

(interview) Kevin, you're fucking welcome!

(to Alan) You fired on tuna?

Yeah, it's right here.

(interview) I didn't hear any entrées fired up by Chef Ramsay, but he sounds confident. He sounds like, you know, he knows what he's talking about, so I'm gonna be as supportive as I can.

Walking with the tuna.

Let's go. Walking, walking, coming up. Coming up.

Here we are.

[accompanying Alan to bring food] You got two tuna.

What are we doing?

We got two tuna.

Did Chef fire it?

What's that?

He (Alan) brought it up before you fired it, chef.

(to Alan) Hey, come here, you. Fucking bozo. Who called the entrée? [holds the cooked tuna into untimely mistake]

I did, chef.

You did?

Yes, chef.

(to Alan and gives him a warning) WOULD YOU MIND WE SEND THE APPETIZERS FIRST?!

No, chef.

FUCKING HELL.

(interview) Alan, that's embarrassing. You are a fucking moron.

[putting Alan's already cooked tuna to the table] Big difference, order fire, order in fire, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. (to Alan) All right?

[checks squash brought by Vanessa] Oh, fuck me. [walks back to workstation] Hey, hey. Hey, all of you, come here. Who in the fuck just brought me that?

[slowly raises her hand] I did, chef.

It's like you shit all over the plate. It's even colder in the middle. [throws fork across workstation] Unreal!

(interview) What it came down to was the bitch lost her fucking mind and was, like, seeing stars.

I'm trying to breathe and cook at the same fucking time, and this is hard!

That's what we do! (interview) We're here to cook. If you can't cook, it's time for you to go.

Refire scallops!

Please, can somebody fucking help me?

All of you, ON THE APPETIZERS!

Yes, chef.

They're cooked to fuck, those things. Who cooked the scallops?

Here, chef.

They're fucking rubber! The first portion was perfect, and that was a fucking fluke 'cause that is shit. [returns the pizza to the workstation after found out it was burned] (to Mark) Hey, by the way, in England, we have a saying, "When it's brown, it's cooked. When it's black, it's fucked!" [drops a plate of pizza to a workstation onto an empty plate at the bottom shattering into pieces] Disgusting, and you bring me that shit? WHAT'S GOING ON?! [screenshot of Audrina Patridge waiting her food]

Alan's rubber scallops and Mark's burned pizza have brought the kitchen into the standstill.

No one's communicating, no one's stepping up, and no one's taking charge.

Sorry, chef.

(to Frank) Frank, you got your own pizza?

Yeah.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. Get it back.

Pizza, coming up. (interview) I figured nobody else could do a better pizza than somebody who's 100 percent Italian from Brooklyn, New York.

Over in the blue kitchen...

Two risotto, one capellini, one special! Yes?!

Yes, chef!

LET'S GO!!

...the men are still backed up on appetizers and have now put the tableside chefs in neutral...

Let me go check on them (the chefs inside the blue kitchen), I'll be right back.

...and so Jared and Eddie, in an attempt to be useful, head to the kitchen to offer their assistance.

Guys, talk to me? What do you boys need? What do you boys need?

I'm finishing off this risotto. Eddie!

(to Eddie while pointing on Mark's pan) Risotto!

(interview) I heard everything going on I was like, "You know they need help. I am going back in there". (in the kitchen) [holds a pan of risottos to be sent to the pass] Coming around hot, coming 'round hot.

(calling Eddie) Hey, hey, you, come here, you. Put it (the pan Eddie is holding) down. Who cooked this?

I started it, chef, Eddie finished it for me.

(to Mark and Eddie) Come here you, taste that! It's bland, the rice is still undercooked, disgusting!

(interview) Mark is not getting any of his dishes right. He looks like deer in headlights when he's getting yelled at. Bro, like wake up! Hello, you're here!

(to Mark) Come here. (to Eddie) You, come here. Sit down [let to sit him on the chef's table] and eat your shit. (to Eddie) Yes, take a seat, you must be tired if you're gonna fucking... (calls Marino) Uh, Marino!

Yes, chef?

Glass of sauvignon blanc for Chef Mark and Steady Eddie.

Okay.

Hurry up, let's go.

Hello, guys. And if I were you, I would actually eat it fast.

(interview) I swallowed the risotto just like I swallowed my pride. I still don't know how the hell I got roped into that, to be honest with you.

Back in the blue kitchen...

[Holds the tickets] Come on guys, they're about to walk out!

Chef Ramsay is just looking for...

(to Hassan) Risotto, where is it?

You got my two lobsters for the risotto ready?

Yep! [Checking cooked shrimps] Make sure they're hot.

Go, go, go!

[brings the lobster to pass] To your left, chef.

Unreal. [returns the lobster at the workstation] Hey, hey, hey, hey, come here, all of you! ALL OF YOU!!!

(interview) Fish station, Alan and Kevin, they were kinda... (imitates whistling) like a fart in a fan factory, [sic] man. They were fucking lost.

Just touch that, put your hand on there! [sees a cold raw lobster on a plate] Touch, touch! Fucking (smashes the shrimp) COLD! WHAT'S GOING ON?! 'CAUSE I'M GETTING SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF!

I'm done, let's get out of here.

I do not fucking get it!

Chef, table 40 is leaving, two top, they haven't got anything yet.

Now the tables have walking out, just literally giving up! A bit like you. Fuck off out of here! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!

(interview) What a fucking shit show! I've never been a part of anything so hellacious in my life.

Hey! Hey, hey, bozo! Do me one favor tonight: get upstairs and think of two individuals that don't belong in the blue team. GET OUT!

Yes chef.

PATHETIC!

That was bru-TAL.

What I did was I got some pancetta and rendered it down to crispy, just for another texture, and to enhance the flavor of the burger. And a little bit of liquid smoke.

Liquid smoke?

Yes, just... just a drop.

I didn’t ask you to get crazy. I just wanted you to cook what was on your back. Do the recipe.

(interview) Frank, I want to grab you by the neck and just shake you. The recipe is the recipe, and you can’t deviate from it.

(to Frank) Here’s the thing. Had you followed the recipe, that would’ve been a near perfect burger. Ashley, congratulations. Point to the Red team.

Thank you, chef.

Good job, Ashley.

(interview) She only won because I lost. That’s not a winner. That’s–that’s not a winner.

[holds the ticket] On order, four covers of table 32. Don't wait for me. Appetizers fire one special table, two side scallops, two risotto. Entrée two Arctic char, two wellington.

Yes chef.

Two wellington?

Hey hey, ladies! That was flat.

Yes chef.

Vanessa, call back the order!

We have special table side, we have two [looks clueless] fuck. [rings a buzzer]

I called this out ten seconds ago. Entrées what were they, Vanessa?

They were one, well-- fuck [looks confused and clueless once again] (begins attempted interview and looks still confused)

I am so sorry did not hear that.

Listen, concentrate, get your head down.

Yes chef.

On order, table 30, two snapper, two tuna, two wellington!

Yes, chef!

Kristin, call back that order!

Two special?

Call back that six order! Quiet, everybody!

Two special table side.

Kristin!

Yes, chef?

Call back the order!

Two special, two tableside, two risotto... ah! (looks terribly confused) Two... two wellington. [smiles nervously]

Funny right?

It's not funny. I'm just...focusing on a hundred things right now.

(to Kristin) This is not 'funny. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

Sorry, chef.

I'm done with you! [calls the entire team] Come over, you!

(interview) Kristin, stop standing there like [acts funny] "Uh-duh-duh-duh-duh".

(to Sous-chef Christina) Christina, write that ticket on her fucking back.

Christina Wilson

Kristin!

[to Meese as she walks to the pass] Behind you.

Christina Wilson

Get up here!

Yes, chef.

Christina Wilson

Turn around. [writes the orders on Kristin's back]

(interview) Oh, my God, what is happening right now? Why are you writing on my chef's coat?

Christina Wilson

Do not let her forget what's on that table.

Yes, chef.

[after stirring around a pan of vegetarian risotto at the pass] Oh, my God! Hey! [holds up the pan to show the risotto sticking to the bottom] I know they may be vegetarian, but they deserve better than that! Who gave me that?!

I gave it to you, chef.

The rice is fucking raw.

(interview) What the fuck, bro?! Kevin... [makes slapping motion]

[throws pan and spoon across workstation] Is that your respect for a vegetarian?

No, chef.

COME ON! FINISH IT OFF! GET THE RICE COOKED!

Yes, chef!

[to Meese] If you're not comfortable with it, don't serve it.

I'm not serving that. No, I'm not serving that. [throws wellington in the bin]

Oh, my God. Meese!

(interview) Oh, God! Fuck!

You put the wellington in the trash. [picks up the wellington that was thrown away] Hey, hey! Stop! All of you, come here.

I know, chef.

Cooked perfectly, and it's in the trash. Cooked perfectly, it's in the trash.

(interview) Seriously?! This is crazy. You never throw it in the trash! I will tear into that meat caveman style. Like, "Argh! I'm fucking starving!"

We're 75 minutes in, we've served one fucking table of entrées! We've put more food in the trashcan than we have in the dining room!

(interview) Why did you throw it away?! It was beautiful!

Get that in the trash!

Yes, chef.

While the red team waits, back in the Blue kitchen...

Fire now, Buzz Aldrin, two tuna, four wellington.

Yes, chef.

Chef Ramsay looks to Hassan on meat to pilot this VIP ticket.

Hassan, focus on your table!

Yes, chef. Put the wellingtons in for me, Kevin.

Heard. Wellingtons going in the oven. [holds a plate of perfectly cooked wellingtons to mistakenly send in the oven]

(to Kevin) Where is he going?! WHERE'S THAT IDIOT GOING?!

(called Kevin over) Hey, whoa, whoa! They're done. (captions on a screen)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bring those back, please. Get them over here! (interview) Kevin, they're already cooked, man. We're cooking the ones that aren't cooked. Back up before you get slapped up, bro.

Man! (gives Kevin a warning; throws a fork to a cleaning rack) (Points his finger to Kevin) Hey, you, I'll kick you to the fucking moon. (to Kevin) Come here.

(interview) Oh, damn! Not good.

He maybe an astronaut, but you're a space cadet. (to Kevin) Are you okay?

Yes, chef.

You sure?

Yes, chef.

FUCKING HELL!

Meanwhile, back in the red kitchen...

Garnish walking, girls! [walks Wellingtons to the pass]

Put them down.

Thank you, chef.

Chef Ramsay is looking for Jackie to deliver...

Arctic char! Arctic char! [holds a pan of perfectly cooked risotto]

...and finally complete the second order of entrées.

(Arctic) char. (sends it to the pass)

(returns the char and sauce to workstation) Hey! Hey, all of you, come here. Just touch that. Dannie, just touch that. COME ON! COME ON! QUICK! JUST TOUCH THAT!

Yeah. It's cold.

Touch it! Touch... [heavily smashes the char] Fuck! Stone-cold! Jackie, we're stuck in neutral.

(interview) FUCK MY LIFE! Chef Ramsay is going to eliminate me right here.

Jackie, come here! Fucking useless!

Oh no!

Oh no!

For the last time, get it together!

Yes, chef. Now I got to refire this fucking shit!

(talking to the waiter) Go. Come back for the Arctic char, yes?

How long on this char, Jackie?

How long for that char?

Three minutes, chef.

The rest of the table are eating their entrées.

I know, chef.

You guys can start. Start before it gets cold.

(interview) Fucking half the table's eating. So I got Chef Ramsay screaming, "Where's the char?"

Arctic char?

(interview) Don't worry, I'm with it. I'm 'bout to 'bout it.

I cannot wait! It's not good enough!

Hey, all of you! All of you, come here!

Ugh! I'm--

Come here! It's cold and raw! Uh, I-I'm done! [slams the char to a plate] I'm fucking done! I AM DONE! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! I TOLD YOU I WON'T TO PUT UP WITH ANOTHER SERVICE THIS BAD, GET OUT, VANESSA! GET TO THE DOOR! [throws Vanessa's apron on a table when she is on her anger]

(whispers) Damn it. [Jackie throws her apron on a table]

(interview) THIS SUCKS! Somebody needs to go home tonight. It's just completely unacceptable.

It's like we're hitting walls instead of jumping hurdles.