Jean-Philippe quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Chef, it's raw in the center.

Oh, no... Hey, ladies! All of you, c'mere a minute! I'm FED UP with it! (shows them the dish) Give me an answer for that! That's raw pork!

(interview) Sabrina sent out... raw, raw pork. You can't send out raw pork. It will make you... seriously ill.

Gimme a fucking answer!

It's me.

Yeah, oh, is it-?! (smashes the plate in the trash can) FUCK OFF! (pulls the raw pork chop out of the trash) "It's me?!" (shows Sabrina the pork chop) Hey, you- just touch that!

Yes, Chef. (interview) Sorry, Chef. That's my bad. Oopsy-doopsy.

How can you do that?

I have no excuse, Chef.

Chef...

Oh, f- get away... NOT the Blue Team.

No, it's the Red Kitchen.

The Red? (shows the undercooked lamb to the Red Team) Yeah- oh, damn, there you go! Come here!

What?

Medium-well, what'd they request?! (close-up of the lamb)

They were medium-well!

That is not medium-WELL!! YOU'RE ARGUING THE CUSTOMER'S WRONG?!?

No, Chef!

RAW PORK, UNDERCOOKED LAMB, NOW YOU'RE BLAMING THE CUSTOMER!!!

No, Chef.

C'mere, you.

Yes, chef.

(to the Blue Kitchen) Andy?

Yes, Chef.

Hey, c'mere. (Andy walks over to meet Sabrina and Gordon) You (Sabrina) think the customer's wrong, yes? And you (Andy) can't fucking cook.

Yes, Chef.

(to Sabrina) SWITCH IT OFF. (to Andy) You, FUCK off, will you?

Yes, Chef.

Oh, fucking hell... What's the matter?

Raw, chef.

What?

It's not cooked.

Oh, fucking hell. Sabrina!

Yes, chef?

Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!

No, chef!

So WHY?!

(interview) I should have stuck to my grounds when I said it wasn't ready. I said we can't go and Suzanne forced me to go. Suzie fucked me.

Hey madam! Madam, come here! (gives her the lamb) Take that.

Yes, chef.

Inconsistent, dry lamb on the outside, raw in the centre, fuck off and eat it! (leads Sabrina to the dining room) There you go! Taste your own medicine! PISS OFF!!

Thank you, chef. (interview) Are you kidding? Chef kicked me out of the kitchen, and I'm not with my team anymore. It's like the worst of worsts. (sighs)

(gets Ariel's garnish pan) Just stop! Come here, come here. ALL OF YOU, COME HERE!

Yes, chef.

(points to Ariel) You.

I'm sorry, chef. I turned around for a minute.

Look!

(interview) That lettuce, I didn't even know the fucking burner was on. (to Gordon) Sorry, chef.

What the FUCK are you doing? It's in front of your FUCKING eyes! (throws the pan in the bin) This is not possible! NOT GOOD ENOUGH ARIEL!

Yes, chef.

(holds up a piece of burnt lettuce) WHO THE FUCK'S GONNA EAT THAT? (throws it in the bin)

(interview) Black and burnt salmon garnish. (during service) Lettuce needs about 2 more minutes. (interview) It doesn't get much worse than that.

Scott, clear out, come here. Fuck off. Fuck me. [he and Sous-Chef Scott exits the kitchen and restaurant]

Is that it? Or what?

Fuck that. Absolutely fuck that.

Not worth it.

Fuck them.

What the hell is going on here?

Can't take it any more. I cannot take it any more. Un-fucking real. Oh, fuck me. That's a first.

They're gone. So, are they coming back?

I can't take it anymore. Oh, dear.

What's wrong with that?

It's that she requested medium well.

Yeah, and it's not wrote on the ticket!

Yes chef.

It's not on the fucking ticket! What do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck your team? Go in there, take it to them, there you go.

Now he's going to lose his shit. [walks into the blue kitchen] Guys, please, may I please have a wellington medium well? Please on the fly? Thank you very much.

Yeah, basically, it's not even written out on the ticket. So we sent it out perfectly, and it's not your fault, okay? [to Salvatore] Don't you dare! Hey, hello! Get rid of that plate! Take the fucking plate and fuck off!

(interview) I take and take it, only so many I can take. How much can I take?

(walking past JP) Fuck this.

Where are you going?

I'm leaving. (interview) Sooner or later, you start breaking apart.

Salvatore... Salvatore...

(interview) That's it.

Salvatore.

I'm done.

Salvatore, hey do me a favour, don't - don't do that! Salvatore, fight back, young man!

Nilka, where's the risotto?

Right here chef.

Nilka, no lobster!

Oh shit! I thought I put lobster in there chef.

Hey madam, you're cursing in front of the children. Hey look at me, I need you to wake up rapidly. Just cook!

Say no more.

With Nilka's risotto stalling the red kitchen, Jean-Philippe distracts the customers.

[goes over to where a little girl is coloring a picture of Gordon on her menu and adding the quote "YOU DONKEY!"] Let me have a look at it. What's on there?

"You donkey."

Yeah but it's not my picture, who's picture is that? Chef Ramsay and you call him donkey.

No, he says it.

Well, whatever Chef Ramsay says now and then, don't use it.

I won't.

When he's out of the kitchen, I keep reminding him, "Chef, you can't do that."

We will stop at nothing to complete a service.

Sorry, chef.

Oh, come on, JP. [Mary smiles]

(gasps) Jean-Philippe!

(interview) Oh, my God! JP? Where he has been for three years?

I told you to be here yesterday.

Got delayed. I really tried to be on time.

Get changed, JP. I'm fucking pissed off. Honestly, unreal.

VIP table, NBA player. The risotto is too hard.

[returns and slams the risotto on the workstation] Risotto, a VIP table. Rice is fucking undercooked. [Ray places a pan underneath the workstation] Hey, he's a bit-- (to Ray) Hey, come here you. Give me that pan. [shows an overcooked risotto to the Blue team]

That one--

What are you doing? Wha-wha-wha-- Just what in the fuck are you doing?

(interview) Things are rolling, risotto goes out, awesome. Perfect good, good start.

[slams the pan on the workstation] That's burned and that's hard! [gets and slams the plate on the pan]

I'll put another one in chef.

(interview) Risotto comes back, awesome. Perfect, [deflated tone] this is what we do.

(knocks his hand on the workstation; to Ray) You, grand-dad! Come on! this is a pick up now!

Ten seconds, chef. Right here, chef.

(interview) Chef Ray, watch your motherfucking self and you'd better not make any more mistakes under the fucking sun. You hear me?

KEEP THE FUCKING PAN DOWN!

Yes, chef. I understand, chef.

MOVE, RAY!

Sorry.

(interview) Ray, get your head out of your ass and get this risotto out. We're waiting on you. Waiting on Ray!

Stop! Risotto tastes delicious! (to Ray) Now you've raised the bar.

Thank you, chef.

Hey, don't piss your pants! Just stay focused!

I won't, chef. Yes, chef.

Hey, Blue team!

(to the Blue team) Chef, pay attention!

On order, four covers Table 23! (finds that the ticket was badly written) I mean, fuck me. (shows the ticket to the Blue team) Hey, look at the way he wrote that ticket. Look at how badly that's written out! Barret!

What happened?

Rewrite the ti-- Where's Jean-Philippe? Jean-Philippe, what is that?

Come on.

Oh, fuck off! (tears up the ticket) Hey JP, take him (Barret) and yourself back to fucking Belgium!

Thanks!

Fuck right off! Fuck off!

They're rubber. Way, way overcooked.

My scallops are up there.

Who cooked them?

I finished it. Bev started it, I finished it.

Just touch them. They're rubber! They're bouncy! [throws the scallops like a ball on the workstation] They bounce! This is the worst opening night in the history of Hell's Kitchen! GET OUT!

Yes, chef!

(to JP) Jean-Philippe!

Oui, chef?

I cannot stand the embarrassment any longer. Shut it down.

Yes.

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.