Blue team quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Unbeliavable. (to the blue team) All of you, just stop! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!! [crowd sees what's happening in the kitchen while a baby cries] There's no chicken in here, and you think I'm going to push that out. You've got a small lead, but it's shrinking away! Start the table again!

Yes, chef!

They're overcooked and they're fucking dry. [returns to the workstation] Tommy, come here. Come here! I know they're children, right? I've got four of my own. [gets a piece of overcooked chicken] Would you serve them that shit?

No, chef.

What is that? It's-it's like a fucking baby's flip-flop! [throws the chicken away] Oh, piss off, will you?

Come on, quality product, Tommy!

Piss off.

Two cod, one lobster, one wellington!

Yes, chef.

(to Tommy) Three and half minutes, yes? On the two cod? The wellington? [Tommy doesn't respond]

Tommy!

Tommy, how long on the cod? You're driving!

TOMMY!

(interview) Tommy doesn't talk. He shuts down, he gets real quiet! And then he doesn't talk to Chef, and that's a sign of disrespect to Chef, so Chef gets even madder at him! (to Tommy) Tommy, how long?!

Tommy, you're keeping us all fucking waiting now!

I'm just going, chef. It's coming, I promise.

Yeah, then give me a fucking time!

Two minutes, yes?

No, give me five!

Oh, fucking hell.

I gotta redo that cod. (to Will) Can't put that out, right?

Fuck, man!

(to Monterray) Yeah, push it back. Five on that cod, guys. Five on that two cod. (interview) I'm being a leader for myself in Hell's Kitchen right now. I'm making sure things leaving my hands are perfect, and that's how I'll be noted.

Monterray! Hey, bozo! How can you keep on reheating your meat before it's overcooked?!

It's not, chef!

You don't know how to fucking do it!

It won't be, chef! It won't be!

Cod's raw. BRIAN! Hey you, Bozo come here! Cod is raw. Fucking cat food. [gets a piece of cod, then throws it on the workstation] Fuck off will you?!

[knocks his hand on the workstation] Fuck me!

(to Brian) Hey, hello chef! Wha-what is that? [tosses a small piece of cod to him]

Get another one in the pan guys.

Three cod, two lamb. How long?

One minute chef.

You need help?

I got it. (interview) I just can't seem to cook fish. I just can't seem to do it tonight!

Three cod, two lamb. What are we waiting on?

The cod chef.

Oh, come on. Check if that's cooked Justin.

Oui chef.

What's going on?

That's burnt.

Fuck. I burned my goddamn fish.

Oh, my God.

Scallops, please!

[walks to the pass] Coming up!

Over-fucking-cooked. (returns to workstation) Stop!! All of you, come here! Look, now we've gone overcooked to fuck! Horribly-done, grainy rubber. [hands scallop to Clemenza] Feel that, feel it! Just cooked to fuck! Who cooked them?

I did.

Guy! I'd rather you do it with control than try to rush them and create that mess!

(interview) Oh my God. We're done!

Clemenza! CLEMENZA!! Scallops, please! I'm running out of time! [still no response from Clemenza]

(interview) Guy just fumbled on the scallops, and I'm watching Clemenza go down like a body in the East River.

(to Guy) Get that scallop perfect, Guy. Come on, brother.

(interview) It's scallops! I mean, it's scallops!

Scallops, how long?!

Two minutes!

Three minutes!

Three minutes, chef!

Jesus Christ. Royce, get out there and tell them we need an extra five minutes. Hurry up!

Yes, chef.

With dinner service complete.

He's really mad.

[to Justin] Yeah, as he should be.

[to Brian] No, really mad.

Chef Scott makes a rare visit to the dorm.

Let's go. Everybody, downstairs right now.

Yes, Chef. [The Blue Team head upstairs]

Chef wants to talk to all of you.

Yes, chef.

Right now.

Stay there, all of you just stay there. There's no way on Earth you're going back in there, I'm done. Red Team finished for you, brilliantly, BRILLIANTLY! How can they be so much better than you?

They're not, Chef.

They're not?

No.

[to Brian] You serve me soupy fucking risotto, (Roshni) wellingtons undercooked, (Patrick) cold lobster twice. [throws his towel] It's an absolute fucking joke!

(interview) He had every right to be mad it was embarrassing. It's our seventh dinner service it's embarrassing.

All of you, get upstairs and decide on two individuals leaving, don't take long. Fuck off. [The Blue Team return to the dorms]

Blue Team first ticket away, here we go. Four covers, table 22. [slowly] Appetiser: one salad tableside, two risotto, one Caesar salad.

Yes, Chef!

[to Michael] Michael, how was that for you?

Fine, Chef.

[to Ray] Raymond, how was that for you?

Perfect, Chef.

Slow enough?

Yes, Chef.

I mean, fucking hell!

Hey, all of you, come here! ALL OF YOU!

Yes, chef?

Some disgusting pig brought me the sample scrambled eggs. The sample scrambled eggs that I cooked an hour ago. [flashback to where Sous-chef Andi telling both teams to study the sample plates] These guests, they save lives on a daily basis and you want to serve that? JEREMY, DAN! YOU'LL FUCKING KILL SOMEONE WITH THAT!! (tosses the plate on the workstation)

It's early morning and Hell's Kitchen has opened its doors to serve breakfast to a group of much-deserving doctors, nurses and ENTs.

(to Jeremy) You pick that motherfucker up.

Take that garnish back.

Work it again! Let's go!

Fuck off, guys.

That's burned. (returns to the workstation) Fuck you all! [knocks the workstation] Damn! Come here, all of you! Come on! Hey look, there's no garnish around there and that's the biggest bit. Look at that there.

Fuck me!

(raises the pizza and drops it) For kids, and kids, fucking kids!

(interview) Dan is like a monkey wrench in a machine. You're killing me, man!

Start again and get it together!

Yes, chef!

We're firing apps brilliantly, and now we're gonna start firing entrées.

Heard that, Chef.

Okay? First table away. Don't fall behind!

Absolutely.

Yes, Chef.

Red team, away now: one New York strip, one branzino. They go with the Blue team at the exact same time, yes?

Yes, Chef!

Zach, one pork, one filet.

I'm ready now, one minute!

Hey, come here, you fuckface. This is where he doesn't understand jack shit. "I'm ready now, one minute." And yet the Red team need a bit of fucking time. [points to the Red Team] I wouldn't let them do that to you, so why are you doing that to them?

Um, Chef, three minutes?

What'd you think? We started off with what? [holds his hand up]

Five.

Thank you.

(interview) Unbelievable. Let me just keep my mouth shut. Yes, Chef!

Is that clear now?

Yes, that's very clear!

I appreciate that!

Thank you, Chef.

That's why I call you "fuckface!"

Not a problem, Chef!

Because you're fucking them (the Red team) and you're fucking me!

I don't wanna fuck anybody!

Thank you!

Thank you! (interview) Did I just have a conversation with Chef Ramsay about fucking? [cuts to Zach in the kitchen, grinning] Yes, I did.

(on Gabriel's chicken; finds that it's raw) Oh, my God. ALL OF YOU.

Yes, chef?

[angrily knocks his hand on the workstation] COME HERE. Pink chicken. PINK FUCKING CHICKEN. [angrily throws the chicken away; on Scott's halibut] Raw halibut. And it's cold in the middle.

Fucking halibut. FUCK. [throws his spoon away; Gordon angrily smashes the halibut]

(interview) Scott rushed Gabriel to the pass with raw chicken, but the fish wasn't done. Come on, dude.

(to Gabriel) Do you want to eat that?

No, chef.

Why?

It's raw chef.

Oh, (points to the customers) so they deserve to eat that?

No, chef.

We're going to come back right now chef.

GET A GRIP!

Yes, chef.

I've got the lamb. Where's the halibut?

The halibut! Where's the halibut?

The halibut is two and a half minutes away chef.

Hey, stop. [drops his spoon] Stop. So the halibut's two and a half, (to Chris) come here you. (to Scott) Hey you, come here you and why you can't talk to him?

Fuck!

(to Chris) I WANT TO KNOW, CHRIS!!

He (Scott) never told me he was slicing the lamb.

No--!

(to Scott) COME HERE YOU! WHAT IS THIS?

No, chef.

We're just shooting ourselves in the foot! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Fuck off out of here! GET OUT! GET OUT!

Fuck!

(interview) We didn't finish a service, not once, not twice, but the THIRD FUCKING TIME. I mean, it's just fucking embarrassing.

Back in the Blue kitchen, communication and teamwork are at an all-time high.

Walking wellington garnish in twenty seconds.

Last table, guys. Salmon, wellington yes?

Yes, chef!

Wellington. (brings her wellingtons to the pass)

Salmon walking behind. (brings his salmon to the pass)

(brings his garnishes to the pass) Walking with garnish.

Two wellington?

Two wellington.

Blue team!

Yes, chef?

All of you, come here!

Hey you guys, come up here.

(interview) Oh, fuck! What went wrong?

Just look at the standard. Seriously, I had some good services in my time in Hell's Kitchen, but nothing quite as good as tonight. That is immaculate. Great job. Well done.

Thank you chef.

Great job, team. (interview) WHOOOO! Best service so far. Holy shit, I called it, too! I mean, I can jump into the Red team tomorrow and have a great service. I can jump back into the Blue team mid-service and have a great service. (to Rochelle) Told you I'd make a difference on your team!

You did!

(to the Blue team) You guys, great job!

Thank you chef.

And Gabriel, welcome back!

Thank you chef. Thank you. (interview) Ohh, I'm so excited, man! I've killed it tonight!

(to the Red team) Red team, I'm disappointed! Kashia, I never taught you to braise salmon ever! Scott, I'm done with raw chicken! Anton, you sunk your team!

This oven here chef is 14 minutes, the other side is 18 minutes chef. [Rochelle shakes her head]

That oven there is the exact same as that oven.

I'm just saying that I should have went there and checked it out myself.

Okay, we can't blame the ovens right now.

I'm blaming the ovens, chef. [Gordon gives a shocked face]

Okay! I don't want to hear any more bullshit about the oven! I want each and every one of you to come to a consensus of two nominees up for elimination. I'm done! Hurry up!

Yes, chef.

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!