Gordon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... [a pause, then points to the blue team, who won the night's service] Joe. Give me your jacket. Joe, unfortunately, you are not ready to be the next head chef at BLT. Service after service after service, I'm not seeing any change.

Yes, chef.

Thank you.

Thank you for the opportunity, chef. (after being eliminated) Hell's Kitchen was much more grueling than I could have ever imagined. It's easy to be an armchair quarterback when you're sitting at home watching it, going, "Yeah, I could make a risotto". It's a much different story when you're in the line of fire with Chef Ramsay up your rear end. If-ifs and buts were candies and nuts, we'd all have a Merry Christmas, and I'm the one out here right now, so I'm the one that's got to take it on the chin.

Hey, all of you, come here! Time-out! Come here, come here ALL OF YOU! Let's go (Manda) little lady. Come on! [calls the entire blue team into the pantry] The fucking chicken is raw!

I heard the F-bomb, chef said the F-bomb.

Fuck! Look at that! Just look at the shit. I swear to God! [throws a chicken into a trashcan] I... I... I'd rather you just all fuck off out of here.

Chef, we can all pick it up.

[interrupts Dannie] You can pick it up? You need to untuck to pay that, your fucking head out your arse!

Yes, chef.

Hey! Hey!

Oh! Not again!

Hey! (knocks his hand on the workstation)

Have you noticed his hair is much taller in person?

The chicken is raw, who cooked that?

I put in the oven again, chef.

"Good luck".

We may have a fucking dummy on the chef's table!

Yeah, whatever.

I can't accept this anymore longer! I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT! JARED, GET OUT! GET OUT!!!

Frank, please get two more down. Keep moving.

Guys, we need to push through this! I’M NOT FUCKING GOING DOWN LIKE THIS!

(interview) Frank should be kicked out, too! I mean, I’m taking the entire heat for this chicken. [flips over couch cushion in the dorms] GODDAMMIT!

Hey, Red team! Red team! Look! Just it's not even, just as--

It's not cooked, chef.

It's cooked one side. (to Chad; holding his French toast) Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! Hey, bon appetit! Now, fuck off!

Yes, chef.

You just need to wait.

I'm gonna eat this.

Yeah, eat that.

(interview; groans) Oh, my god.

You, too?

Yeah.

Frank let me sell myself down the river.

Yeah, Ariel sold me up the fucking river.

While Chad and Jared commiserate, back in the blue kitchen, the rest of the chefs attempt to coordinate.

Here we go, Blue Team, one French toast, one chicken and waffles, two New York steak and eggs.

Yes, chef.

I'll drop the French toast. (interview) With Jared kicked out of the kitchen, its definitely added pressure, but I don't want to stand here, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get food and done out.

We gonna put these tables out. (to Manda) Manda, I need you to watch those French toast.

Yeah.

I need to know what it is. We're cooking for chefs, everything should be spot on. (to Frank) Frank, please keep an eye on my French toast for me, please? I just want to check this chicken.

I'm already turned them, I'm already turned them.

Okay, cool, cool. If you can run over (French toast) here, drop the waffle.

Alright. Manda, could you watch the French toast?

I got, I got that.

Two New York steak, one French toast urgently, yes?

I got two New Yorks ready to go.

Oh, man!

Fuck!

Manda, is that burnt?

(sees the French toast) Yep.

Who's cooking the French toast?

Frank. Frank was, Dannie was and then I was supposed to watch it.

No, no, Amanda said she was gonna take over it. Man up to it.

(to Frank) I-- I JUST SAID I WAS GONNA WATCH IT!

Yeah. (interview) She is fucking useless. Useless! Don't throw me under the bus for something I didn't do. I'll pack this fucking girl's bags myself.

(Manda) Young lady, you are standing in right a front of it.

Yes, chef.

DO ME A FAVOR, GET OUT!

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! (interview) I’m pissed the fuck off! They didn’t throw me under a bus, they threw me under a fucking Mack truck! [to Jared as she walks into the dorms] ONE MISTAKE! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! How many times did we send up raw-ass chicken?! It came back raw fucking three times!

Twice!

(enters the dorms) I’ve been re-firing eggs all night, and every single one of my steaks was perfect!

I don’t give a fuck what you’ve been re-firing! All you’re doing is bitching to me about, "I cooked a million eggs" SO FUCKING COOK ANOTHER ONE!

Just cook another one. We’ll just all wait for Jared to get his shit together.

[flips Manda off] Fuck you. That was fucking low!

Whatever.

Fuck you! THAT’S FUCKING IT! [punches wall as he walks away]

I don’t want to even discuss a winning team. I’m not interested in a nomination; I want an explanation! Is that clear?!

Yes, chef!

FUCK OFF!

Blue team! Frank! Speed up, let's go! Raw fish. How thick is the fish?

Very thick.

Thicker than last time. There's no two fish the same, right? But it's undercooked.

Yes, chef.

I'm sorry, Frank.

(interview) If I tell you to watch something, just fucking watch it, y'know? I mean, don't send it up raw.

Come on, blue team! Come on! [claps his hands and pounds the workstation] Speed up a bit now, okay? (to Frank) Are they in the pan yet?

No, not yet, chef.

Ah, fuck me.

Frank, get them in the pan!

Please, please, please! Frank, can you bounce back a little bit?

Yes.

You can? [walks up to Frank and stares at him; Frank continues cooking without responding] That's it blue team, yeah, we've switched off?

No that's not it chef.

But look at his (Frank) FACE! (to Frank) Young man, would you like to go home?

Nah, I'm good.

(to Frank) Frank, bounce back. It's no big deal.

Bounce back about what?

Okay, exactly, exactly.

Thank you. (interview) Like, "bounce back", you fucked me over. What do you mean "bounce back"?

I'm dragging four snapper!

Jared, Jared. I got two beef, two snapper in the pizza oven.

Heard.

Thank you.

(interview) Here we go. Frank just tries to pass the buck

You checking the snapper over there?

(interview) That's what Frank does. Frank tries to be like, "well if my hands didn't touch it last, it's not my problem".

Snapper, right now! [brings the fish to the pass]

Ohhh, minchia. That's uhhh that's not good at all.

The flavor was good and then I went towards the middle.

Maybe they thought you ordered some sashimi. Let me take this please. I'm so sorry, I apologize. [returns to the kitchen] (to Gordon) Chef?

What's the matter?

This is table 22.

Oh no.

They already waited for the fish, and they are raw inside. They're undercooked.

[drops the bowls of raw fish in the trash] Oh, FUCKING HELL.

Hey, from now on, don't-just don't touch the snapper until I look at it, please.

Okay.

Yes.

Thank you.

Yes.

(interview) It sucks because I'm getting fucked by everybody else and I'm dragging now on fish because of them, but like, I didn't push out those snappers.

Blue team!

FUCK!

Yeah. Hey, look. Well-done New York strip. Jared!

Yes, chef.

SERIOUSLY?!

Two minutes on re-fire, chef!

[walks back to workstation] Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now. Not even the fucking marble of the fat. OVERCOOKED TO BLUE!

Yes, chef.

[chuckles] I don’t think we’re getting our food anytime soon.

Alright, bounce back, guys. Come on.

COME ON, GUYS!

(interview; sighs) Not again, dude.

Thirty seconds on New York strip re-fire!

Thirty seconds, heard! (interview) How can you go from extremely overcooked to raw? I don’t get it.

(to Gordon) Medium rare, chef.

[sees that the New York strip has been cut into] Oh, man. Fucking hell. [to Jared] Hey, is that you? Did—did you gash that?

I gashed that, chef. (interview; facepalms) Oh, shit. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I sliced it to check the temperature.

And what about the touch?

Chef, New York strips are difficult for me. (interview) The steaks are thick today, but you can’t say that to Chef. You gotta be like, "Yes, chef. Whatever you say, chef. Lick the floor, chef? Sure, no problem, chef."

(to Jared) I expect you to cook a New York strip!

Yes, chef.

And if you can’t...

Yes, chef.

...I’ll drop you off at the fucking airport!

No, chef.

Can't wait to see you!

Excellent, Chef!

Goodbye!

Thank you so much. I exciting for an opportunity.

Haven't got time for bullshit, Benjamin. Move your arse.

Battle of the lamb. Now, Giovanni...

How you doing, Chef?

I remember being really pissed with you.

So did I.

Remember that?

Yeah, Yeah, I still have-- I still have the nickname. (shows a flashback when Giovanni ruins the special dish and talks back to Chef Ramsay)

Van, quick question, what do you have against maitre d's?

(laughing) (shows a flashback when Van is about to fight against Jean-Phillippe) Where is whistle britches at?

I've got an Italian one.

Oh yeah, Italian one.

Don't hit him.

All right, All right.

Okay?

I'm gonna be good.

Ben and Jared... Come here!

(Interview) Oh, what's gonna happen?

Yes, Chef.

The salmon, it's ice cold. It's not even fucking -- It's just ice cold. How does that happen? It's just ice (pounds his fist to the salmon) fucking cold. WHO COOKED THAT SALMON?

I did, chef!

How thick is that salmon? Pretty thick, yeah. (while Ben points his head) So what does that tell you? COME ON!

Needs a little more time, Chef. Heard.

(looks at the salmon in the middle) Holy shit. Who cooked the salmon?

Chef, I did.

It's raw. How does that happen?

I'm not sure, Chef!

You're not sure?

I fucked up.

(interview) Oh My God, Amanda. Salmon, it is, the most ordered, piece of fish, in the world.

How long for the refire? Manda

Right now, Chef.

That skin looks buuurnt. He is not going be happy.

I'm GETTING FUCKING PISSED! (Interview) You just give me a few minutes and back up off of me, I can get this done.

Where is the salmon?

I'm working on it, Chef!

That's raw. Where's the salmon?

Burnt, Chef.

Burnt.

Skin is burnt.

Yes, the skin is burnt.

Bring it here.

Hot.

Fuck. Come here. (To Red Team) Hey.

Oh, no. Oh, no!

Hey. Look at where we are. All Stars? Let's get one thing right. No stars! All of you, get out! (Kicks the red team out)

Fuck!