Robyn quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Kimmie, let me know when we’re gonna walk together, OK? Did you hear me, Kimmie?

We need to work as a team, and you can’t do that because you have a personal problem with me? Good, I have a personal problem with you. I cannot stand your fucking ass.

Many years ago, when I first met Chef Ramsay, I told him I wanted to work for him so bad that I would shave my head. [holds up picture of himself with hair] This is what I looked like before I started working with Chef Ramsay. [some of the contestants laugh]

Wow.

Yesterday, Chef Ramsay was asking how I'm gonna test your commitment. I couldn't think of a better way than for you to do what I did eight years ago. (to Andi) Andi, please bring in the barber's chair.

(interview) This cannot be happening. Who wants to shave their head? What girl wants to shave their head?

I have even convinced Andi to make the same commitment.

(interview) No way. There's no way she's gonna cut her hair.

Oh, fuck it. I already beat you to it. [pulls wig off, revealed that she puts a bald cap above her head]

Ladies, we got this! We got this, for real!

Oh, my God. I mean, seriously? [returns to the workstation] What in the fuck is that?

I guess not.

Who cooked that? Come here. The dough is still raw. Are you fucking for real? Do you want me to serve that out there?!

Christina Wilson

No, chef.

It's just a joke!

(interview) Damn it! We've got to push out the entrées! Christina's killing us right now.

Have you got another wellington?

Christina Wilson

Yes. (interview) That's the thing with baking wellingtons. You don't know until the end and there's nothing you can do. So I'm praying like, "Oh, one of these beef, they have to be okay."

[slices the pastry of a wellington] Look, that's raw. It's fucking raw.

Nearly two hours into dinner service, the women are stalled on the entrees.

[asking to the Red team] Chicken wellington, how long?

Five more minutes now, chef.

Christina Wilson

Five minutes.

And the men are still a mess with the appetizers.

I hope you're fucking proud of this, like a bunch of idiots here!

Come on guys, we need a down rally here.

(interview) Don is a living in his own world, he was wondering around not knowing what fuck not to do himself.

[holds the ticket] Two caesar salad, one onion tart, how long?

Onion tart working! Get on onion tart! Three right now! Three right now! [brings to the pass]

Check to see if they done, man.

Put the tray down. Put the fucking tray down. [checks the onion tart, sees that it's raw] Fucking RAW! [calling all remaining members of the blue team] All of you, ALL OF YOU!

Oh, shit.

RAW!

Fuck!

You (Chris Carrero) can't cook pastry. END OF THE DAY for me—GET OUT!!! All of you, GET OUT!

(interview) Never in my life having so embarrassed. Anybody who was on that line that wasn't embarrassed doesn't belong anywhere in the kitchen.

It's still the same fucking table, all of you come here.

Fuck me!

Look! (grabs a wellington) It's like fucking snot! There's just no thought! Shut it down and fucking clean up.

Yes, chef.

Fuck. [Gordon throws his towel on the workstation]

Two hours into dinner service and not a single entrée is left either kitchen, patience is wearing thin in the dining room.

I'm hungry.

We do apologize.

And the red kitchen is crumbling quickly.

How long is the bass?

Two minutes, guys.

A real fucking two minutes or a playful two minutes?

Christina Wilson

Coming through. Pardon me, Chef.

[sees the fish cooking] I've got six bass going. What?

Chef, I told them to start the bass. Because--

Six???

Yes.

They should be cooked to order! It's fish!

Coming down with scallops.

(interview) I don't understand why I'm getting yelled at. I'm trying to fucking put out food for the customers. I mean, I'm pissed off that he's mad at me.

Ladies, STOP! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! (Tiffany) You're telling her (Danielle) to cook six bass for three tables in front of what we're doing. [points to Barbie's scallops] And then this arrives!

(interview) Agh! We're screwed.

For the seventh time, touch them! Touch them! (he touches the scallops, then the red team touches it) All of you, GET OUT! (Barbie) And you, take that with you, get out of my fucking sight, GET OUT! OUT!

Christina Wilson

(interview) God! Oh, my God!

Absolutely useless! [sees the mess that the Red team left] HOLY FUCK.

I got fish! I got fish you cocky bitch!

Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, you understand?

(interview) Barbie's the reason why we went down tonight. I don't know why she's fucking here!

THE TWO FISH WENT OUT- [Yelling]

And the lack of harmony in the kitchen has now exploded in the dorms.

FUCKING GET THAT SHIT!! [knocks the bottle and the soda can over with her hand] YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!

What is wrong with you?!

Bitch, stop!

With no end in sight for the tension between Barbie and the rest of the woman, it seems the only time the red team is not fighting is when they're sleeping.

And as a new day begins...

...Barbie decides she shouldn't be the only one up early cleaning.

(interview) What the fuck is that?

(interview) Wake up.

I don't even make that much noise when I walk.

Do you want to rumble this morning?

I just want everybody to remember where they are and what we're here to do!

What are you doing?!

I just washed the dishes!

I came out here with you going like this, you dumb bitch! (interview) Somebody needs to tell that fucking bitch what's up! (to Barbie) You're about to get choked out, knock it off, grow up! You're 33!

I'm not about to get choked out!

(off screen; having heard the noise) YO! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!

You want to get fucking choked out? You want to get fucking choked out?! You dumb cunt! You're a cunt!

(interview) Shaking in my boots, I'm shaking.

I'm this close to snapping your neck.

Come on. Come on. Come on.

I know you’re this close to snapping, Robyn.

I don’t give a fuck, bitch!

I know you don’t!

I don’t give a fuck!

I know you don’t!

Hello?

(on telephone) Head chef here. I'd like to see everybody, with their jackets, urgently.

Yeah, Chef. (to all members) Everybody downstairs now.

With Guy and Clemenza coming to the rescue, salads are finally leaving the blue kitchen. Meanwhile, in the red kitchen, the women are ready to send out their first table of entrées. All they need is...

Pizza!

Barbie, pizzas need dressing. Oh, my fucking GOD! You're killing me! (interview) Barbie, you're a stupid bitch! Get the fuck off my station, I don't need your help. It's just garnishing the fucking pizza. [to Barbie] Barbie! Barbie, I need–Bro what are you doing?!

JUST STAND YOUR STATION!

Okay, got it.

(interview) She's moving around like a jumping jack and she's cooking pizzas when she's not supposed to.

LADIES! Where is the fucking pizza?

Pizza's here, chef!

[checks pizza with Sous Chef Andi] That looks like shit! [returns to workstation] Hey, all of you, come here! WELCOME TO AMERICA. Look at that. [to Barbie] You eat that bit now. [to Briana] Hey, come here. You eat that as well. That's what you're serving them. Burnt, shitty, black pizza. [throws pizza in the trash bin] I'd rather flee the fucking country!

[to Robyn] I'm so sick of this bitch (Barbie).

(interview) With Barbie the way that she is, I can't tell if she's sabotaging or if she's actually trying to help.

Get off the pizzas!

Yes, chef.

(interview) It's getting old! Seriously, Barbie sucks. She pisses everybody off, she needs to go home!

Where's the dumplings?

Coming chef.

Coming?

I'm sorry, chef.

They're not ready yet?

No, chef.

Because you forgot?

Yes, chef.

Pathetic!

(interview) Rosh, where are the dumplings? "I forgot." Really? Really?!

Can I get two full portions of cod?! With the garnish!

Yes, chef!

Oh, Jesus. (on the cod) Burned underneath. (on the wellingtons) I got a raw meat here. [returns to the workstation] Who cooked the wellington?

I did, chef.

Kimmie? I got one sort of rare and one sort of looking weird. [slams the wellingtons on the workstation] Look at that.

Fuck me, dude!

And here's the big insult: [holds a piece of burnt cod] Boiled one side and black the next. For over two hours, it’s been a nightmare. Pathetic!

(interview) Chef's definitely about to explode. [imitates a plane losing altitude and crashing down]

You'll never, ever get entrées out like this, ever! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 of you [except Tiffany, who was assigned waiter]. Fuck off out of here! Get out! Out! And one more thing! GET OUT!

What is that? It's not even hot. [Calls the teams] All of you, come here! Just taste that for me. ALL OF YOU, TASTE THAT! TASTE THE FUCKING GARLIC ON THERE. WHO SEASONED THAT?

Sorry chef--

Hey, madam! Your mouth is exploded from the garlic.

I understand that, chef.

After that, stone-cold sauce, who set the sauce?

Ummm, I did.

STOP! (calls Robyn and Danielle to kick out of the kitchen) BOTH OF YOU FUCK OFF!!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT!

Now we're dragging the New York strip.

(interview) I was fucking pissed that I'm getting in trouble for something somebody else did. [to Robyn about the tray mishap] You know I didn't put that shit on there, right? [Robyn nods] Alright, just checking.

Dana, did you put that on there?

Nope. I asked her specifically, did you want–

No, you put it on there, alright!

Christina Wilson

STOP!

Who the fuck cares?! Just finish the fucking food and shut the fuck up! I don't WANNA hear it!

Christina Wilson

Stop!

[to Dana] Just stay over there and off my shit. Fucking nasty bitch, dude.

(interview) Kimmie, like, for a big girl is a big baby. That's what she is. You know, I don't need to deal with that shit. If I'm trying to help you, that's bullshit!

All of you!

Yes, chef!

STOP!

Oh, fuck!

Yeah, come here! The ultimate insult. Raw pork! Not pink, not slightly undercooked, fucking RAW! [smashes the pork] SHIT! [throws his spoon across the workstation]

(interview) He was pissed! I felt really bad for the pig. The pig didn't do it, it was Danielle.

Sorry, chef.

Oh, Danielle.