I've got a fucking headache. [checks the salmon, which is under-cooked] Ben! [pounds the counter] Salmon's raw in the middle!
Oh, maybe a little under.
It's pink! Come here you, hey, stop! [calls the blue team) Come here! [starts distributing pieces of salmon to the members] That's what brought to me, taste. Taste, yeah, yeah? [pounds the workstation and kicks the bin] FUCK! SHIT! What in the fuck is GOING ON?
All of you come here! Get in there! [The Blue Team enter the Red Kitchen] Let's put one shit mess with another shit mess! Get in there! There you go, join forces. We've gone backwards! And you're (Vanessa) just all over the place! And you're (Jason) just hopeless! And you (Ben) don't care! Pathetic! And then you look at me, gormless like, the salmon's raw when it was requested medium. And what do you say?
[throws the ticket at Ben] Fuck off! Not good enough! I'm not going to continue this any longer. Winning team? Forget it! What's so FUCKING COMPLICATED? Christina, you made an effort— [flashback where she communicates with her teammates] to get all the appetizers out. Thank god! Unfortunately, we got screwed when it came to the first entrée. You've got to go upstairs and nominate one individual that's leaving here.
Petrozza, you stayed with it. Your mind was clear, your attitude was strong— [flashback where he communicates with her teammates] get upstairs and think about who you are going to nominate. One from the blue, one from the red. NOW GET OUT!
RBRed and Blue team
Yes, chef.
[Bobby waves to some ladies that he served tableside]
G2Guest 2
Love you, Bobby!
[calls out Bobby] Bob. Bob, come here. Yeah, I wouldn't go around looking for applauders right now. Right now is the wrong FUCKING TIME! GET OUT!!! [shouting loudly as Gordon orders him to leave the kitchen]
Jackass waving at them! WHAT do we have to wave about?! I DON'T CARE!! GET OUT!!! [Gordon's last scream lets Vanessa and Matt run upstairs to the dorms]
JJen
(interviewing) Damn, man, another disappointment. It was horrible tonight, though. The words can't express, the look of disappointment on his face, he's probably feeling like right now that ain't nobody here competent to run his restaurant.
This is how I make my living and I can't fucking do it.
If I were on your station tonight, I would have done the same thing and you know that. You got the talent.
I've been in a fucking grill cook for 15 years and I can't cook a fucking steak. (interviewing) I feel worthless. This is all I know how to do and now I don't even think I know how to do this anymore.
Everybody expects me to put Corey up. I wish to God she would have fallen on her face.
She personally attacked me.
OK. On order: Four covers, Table 4. Two risotto, one spaghetti, one Caesar salad.
(to Giovanni) Is it [the water] boiling?
I'm waiting for the water to boil, Chef.
You expect me to tell Jean-Philippe we're waiting for your water to boil?
(interview) Oh, man, Gio. How do you expect to cook pasta in water that's not boiling?
Hey, look at me. There's no olive oil in there, the water's not seasoned, it's not even boiling!
(interview) Oh, that was my fault. I didn't check my equipment. It won't happen again, that's for sure.
Let's go, Giovanni, let's go! Oh, my God...
While Giovanni's in hot water, over in the Red kitchen, Coi's trying to get ahead.
[Gordon notices Coi cooking pasta]
(to Coi) Why are you cooking spaghetti when I haven't even fired it? DAMN!
I can't believe this! Why can't you just drop it to order?!
I'm just trying to get ahead, chef.
You can't get ahead! You're not that good!
(interview) I was trying to get so many steps ahead, so I'm kicking myself in the ass because if I would have listened better, he wouldn't be screaming at me.
Coi? Put some more spaghetti in. Make yourself...
Hey, I'm joking, you stupid cow!
On order: Four New York strip; two medium well, two well done.
Hey, Jim, make sure you're keeping a count on your steaks; it's a lot more popular than we thought it was gonna be.
(reading the next order) After that, five New York strip; one rare, hey! Four normal!
(interview) As soon as the first four steaks came in and then another five behind that, I went: "So this is the game we're playing tonight. It's Steak-O-Rama here in Hell's Kitchen."
(to Jim) So, I'm gonna try to be your backup here. (interview) All the tickets are coming in, and Jim's getting just... bombed. I'm a little worried right now. But I will bail him out because I'm the fucking man.
Hey, five New York strip, how long? (Jim doesn't respond) Jim doesn't even answer me! Who's counting it down, Jim?!
Five minutes, Chef! Five minutes!
Jim! (Jim finally acknowledges Gordon) Have you switched off?
No, I have not switched off!
Right now is... one rare, four mid...
[While Jim is repeating the order, Gordon notices Van's pan is billowing clouds of smoke.]
Hey, Van! VAN! No no no, stop stop stop, you'll burn someone... (grabs Van's smoking pan and takes it over to the sink)
(to Kevin) What is it? Tell me, quick, while he's not looking!
Four mid-rare, one rare. (interview) When people get all fucked up like that, it's cool, 'cause I sit back, 'cause I know I can bail them out, so it makes me look like a hero.
(returning to the pass) Kevin!
Can you tell Jim what's going next?
[Gordon checks on lobster brought by Amanda]
Oh, come on. This is not possible! (returns to the workstation) Come here! All of you, come here!
(interview) Whatever it is, it's not my fault.
This is not fucking possible! This cannot be true! [gets a piece of lobster] What is that there? What is that there?! WHAT IS THAT?!
Yeah, its fucking raw! RAW!! [kicks the bins]
(interview) Come on, Amanda! All you have to do is put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn't char, baste it and send it up. That's all you had to do!
It's a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar! How can you get confused on a raw fucking grilled lobster?! I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so fucking embarrassed! This is still your first table... (points to the Blue kitchen) that's their last! FUCK OFF!! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT!! STUPID COWS!!! [crosses over to the Blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down] Oh, fucking hell... Hey, have you all finished?
Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?
[The Blue team goes over to the Red kitchen and started working]
(interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?
Away now: Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish!
(interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches crying!
No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.
(interview) Andy was just fucking up all night long. He's just turn into a disaster. (to Andy) Bring one crepe up, and I'll follow with another.
Andy, what aren't you doing anything?
He's (Kevin) assisting me, chef.
You're not assisting him, you're doing it! And he's standing there watching you. (to Andy) Hey, you! Hey, come here! Do me a favour: FUCK OFF! UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! PISS OFF! (to the remaining members of the Blue team) Anyone who acts like a fucking idiot can piss off! (to Van) Hello! Are you listening?
Next fucking person out! Concentrate!
Oh, dear. Scott! (returns to the workstation)
All of you, come here!! Just touch that beef. Just touch it, hurry up. (points to Jason) How's that temperature?
Yeah? How's that temperature?
(to Scott Hawley) That's fucking rare. I requested it medium!
It was medium-rare for me, chef.
You're fucking miles off! And each and every one in your fucking team said it's undercooked! Just get it in the oven!!
Everybody, come here a minute! Just touch that! I requested it rare!
There's a big fucking difference between rare and raw! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SCOTT?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON?
(interview) Scott fucked up twice; he destroyed us tonight. He should be gone.
(interview) Scott tries to be the leader, the best, bla-bla-bla, but that was still mooing.
It's bright white fat! It's fucking raw!
[Gordon has found out that Trev has overdressed the salad again; returns the salad to the workstation]
While Lisa's work on the fish station has left her teammates seriously underwhelmed, over in the blue kitchen...
Trev's salad is once again seriously overdressed.
That's just on one fucking leaf, come on!
Dress me a fucking SALAD!!! [violently throws the salad on the floor] Hey... fuck - you - all.
(interview) I almost wrapped my hands around his narrow neck. Salad! Salad! [shot of Trev remaking the salad] Get the salad out! Nothing's easier.
(brings up his salad) Here's that salad you're waiting on.
(to waiters) Service, please? BLUE TEAM!
One hour and 30 minutes into service, that's the first table of appetizers gone!
On order, four covers away, Table 23, yes? Two risotto, two scallops, entrée one chicken, three rib-eye.
[sees Raj turning back without answering] You, come here. You're standing here next to me, I called it out and you just turned your fat arse around. You didn't even acknowledge me.
I'm-I'm here. Yes, chef. What do you need? I'm here.
What do I need? What did I just call out? (Raj doesn't answer) What did I just call out, Raj? I'm talking to you!
(interview) The fact that Raj is 49 and still alive and not in jail or an asylum is a goddamn miracle.
What did I just call out?
I didn't- I didn't catch it.
Just over half an hour in the dinner service, Raj hasn't even begun cooking but has already disappointed Chef Ramsay.
[After Curtis was eliminated for his terrible performance on sushi]
Get a good night's sleep, because seven of you need to fight back. Quickly!
(interview) The blue team should get used to getting their asses kicked. They're like little dominoes and the red team is gonna knock each one of them out. (laughs)
(interview) I'm there scrambling trying to save my fucking guys' asses and they threw me under not only the bus. They threw me under the train, the plane, the helicopter, and the... fucking buggy.
(interview) I know that the guys in my team are shitting in their pants knowing that Raj is going to destroy them. [gets up and points to the camera] I'M HERE TO STAY, WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT, 'CAUSE I AM THE BEST! [falls off his interview chair] WHAAAOW! [climbs back up to the chair] HAAA!
[to himself, after everyone has returned to the dorms] God. (voiceover) Curtis might have been a good old boy, but unfortunately, he wasn't good at cooking.
[gives Gordon a ticket] It's your family.
Here we go. On order: six covers, table one.
Three wings, one mozzarella, one risotto, one truffle salad.
(interview) We better get this fucking order right.
Three wings, one mozz is coming chef. Vinny, are you ready on the risotto?
Vinny, I need the fucking risotto! What are you doing?
(interview) I can't sit there and [waves his hands] go like this and have my risottos' magically finish.
Hurry up Vinny! We've got to go up now!
Yes, chef. (interview) I grabbed the risotto I had just sent up for the previous table. There's nothing wrong with it.
Yo, I'm going up with the risotto, guys!
No, that's not fair. That's old! Trying to get away. Hey bozo, come here you.
Yes, chef. What happened?
Shut your fat East-Coast mouth.
This table that you just sent me that shit for happens to be my family!
(interview) Oh, no. What are you doing?
And even if it's not my family, they deserve a fresh risotto. Look at me--
--you dirty little fucker! If you can't be bothered to do it, fuck off out of here! Do you want to go home? Whether it's my family or not, if your family were here, or your family were here, or your family, I'd make YOUR family or YOUR wife or YOUR children a fresh FUCKING risotto! He sneaks that in there. Yeah. That's the shit I served five minutes ago!
Everybody's really happy, apart from your family.
Apart from my family? Come on, Vinny!
(interview) Yes, chef. Sorry, chef, won't happen again. That's all he wants to hear and I'll fix it.
Tonight, Hell's Kitchen is once again the place to be in Los Angeles. The restaurant has been redesigned with a stunning balcony above the kitchen that gives those diners a unique view of the action of the kitchen.
[Carries the first order tickets to Blue Kitchen, approaches Gordon] 'Kay, alright! First order, chef!
[Receives the tickets from James] Let's go. [to Blue Team] Okay Blue Team, here we are! First ticket to the blue team: One risotto, one scallop, one squab, one spaghetti!
I'm sorry, chef, can you repeat that?
I'm sorry? I-I'm sorry, chef!
Yeah, let me repeat it: Fuck yourself!
"Can I repeat that?" Is he (Chino) fucking stupid?
[Gordon walks into the Red Kitchen as he carries the first order for Red Team]
Okay, Red Team! Come here, let's go! [Red Team approaches Gordon] First ticket! Good luck!
Two tables away, table four: one scallops, one risotto. Entrée: One New York–
[Interrupts Gordon; Talks to other Red Team member] Oh, one risotto!
I'm not gonna shout over you.
I've got 10 seconds - a window - to call these out!
Come here, you, Big mouth, come here. [Puts and bangs the ticket on the table] Call out the fucking ticket. COME HERE! Call out the ticket!
[Grabs the ticket, calls out the ticket to the Red Team] Y'all ready? We need one scallop, two risotto for appetizers!
Brendan on the fish station is now ready to move onto entrées...
Sea bass is ready. Are we ready to go on entrées?
I haven't-I haven't called it. Who called the entrées?
...even if Chef Ramsay isn't.
Who fired? I didn't fire.
Yes, chef. Sea bass is fired, and it's ready.
What is going on? You cooked the bass. Is your meat ready?
And the garnish all ready?
You've got to work as a team! PLEASE!
(interview) Brendan, man he jumped the gun. You know, he's too busy trying not to fuck up and he forgets it's about communicating.
Okay, let's go for the first entrée together!
Away now: One sea bass, one wellington, one New York strip, one prime rib.
[Gordon checks on duck brought up by Tommy]
Oh, come on. [Returns to workstation] Uh, Tommy! The duck is OVERCOOKED!
FUCK! It's ridiculous, man!
Tommy, start a new chicken. It's overcooked! You have one ready.
That's a duck! [throws his spoon away]
(calls the entire team) All of you, come here. Not one entrée has left this fucking kitchen! GET IT TOGETHER!
[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team]
[checks Brendan's seabass] Oh, come on. Brendan, it's raw.
(to Brendan) COME ON, BRO! REALLY? (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!
STOP! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now? Any suggestions? [the blue team doesn't answer] I've got one big suggestion! [points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!
(interview) What the fuck, man? It is so frustrating, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy-ass bitches, man.
(calls to the red team) Ladies?
I need four of you in here finishing the blue team. Any of you.
[Monterray bangs his right arm on a workstation in anger]
(interview) Having another person coming in to finish what I fucking started is the most infuriating slap in the face, literally "taking your dick out and whipping it across my chin" feeling that I have ever had in my life.
[The entire Blue Team goes outside to smoke after returning to the dorms]
[angrily throws water bottle] FUCK!
I didn't sign up for this, bro. Send my ass home, bro.
BBrendan
Absolutely nothing came out right.
People just don't know how to fucking cook. (interview) That was, like, the biggest pussy bullshit I've ever experienced in my life, man. [to his teammates] I've never been kicked out of a kitchen, bro.
It's EMBARRASSING! [points at Brendan] HE CAN'T FUCKING COOK! [points at Chino] HE DIDN'T GET THE FUCKING RISOTTO OUT!
I didn't sign up for this! I signed up to win! We're all supposed to be professional chefs, right?
RIGHT? SO, WHAT THE FUCK?
I'm not happy about it either.
You think you're pissed? I'm pissed too, all right? We just got our asses kicked in a big game.
I don't like to lose! This is the only thing I'm good at, bro! (interview) I did not come out of here to be made a fool of! That's too much for me! (in the dorms) No, this is some fucking - [kicks something] (to his teammates) Do you realize that they're all in our kitchen right now serving our guests?
We're getting whooped by a bunch of fucking chicks in there! (interview) We just got schooled, man! We should've had a fucking pen and a piece of paper. We should've been taking notes. We just got our asses fucking kicked, bro. (to his teammates) Like, come on, man!
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