Robyn quotes from Hell's Kitchen

And in the Red Kitchen...

Where's the pork?

Right here!

Danielle is looking to redeem herself with her second attempt at the pork.

I think it's good. If it's not, I'm going to freak out.

Oh shit! Danielle, he's cutting it. So just get another one going...

He's coming back!

Christina Wilson

Dani, get the pan hot. Right now!

He's coming back! It's raw!

Christina Wilson

Dani, get another pork working right now. Now!

Hey! Just STOP! Raw pork again. Pink and bloody in the middle. I give up. (to Danielle) And one more thing. GET OUT!

Stupid bitch. (interview) I'm still fucking pissed. I don't even wanna look at Robyn. She makes me sick, so I'm trying to put this nasty bitch in the back of my head.

(to Barbie and Dana) I'm annoyed that she (Kimmie) blamed it all on me. (interview) Kimmie got pissed off, and she told Chef Ramsay I said, "No," to everything, and I'm like... "I didn't say no to everything." (to Tiffany) THAT'S WHAT I'M PISSED OFF ABOUT!

(interview) Somebody as big as Kimmie should be able to stand up for herself. I think the people on the red team don't respect her, and we have good reason!

I didn't call her out up there!

Right.

I didn't say that! You're gonna fucking call me out like that?! That shows your character now! (interview) Kimmie never takes fault for anything! I've been nothing but helping this girl out since the fucking beginning.

We will not make any progress with her. The only thing that we're gonna do is put ourselves even further behind. (interview) Kimmie's usefulness is running thin with the red team.

I can't push someone who doesn't want to be pushed!

(interview) Nobody's really talking about the fact that I fried the fucking eggplant, so thank God for that.

Somehow she just keeps fucking skating by.

I don't give a fuck how tall you are, how big you are! Do not step up to me like that!

Leave me the fuck alone!

It's ridiculous! We need to fucking talk about it!

Christina Wilson

(interview) The red team's breaking down from the inside out, and it's–it is not good. Even the two (Robyn and Kimmie) that were ride or die with each other are not even in the same room.

[gets into bed] I got crazy bitches on my team.

Someone go get me another fucking beef, please.

(interview) Fuck no! I'm not going over to the Blue kitchen and getting my ass reamed!

(interview) So all these fucking girls on my team talk up the talk but they don't back it up! Get your fucking finger out of your ass and stop being fucking scared!

Christina! I need more beef!

Christina Wilson

Alright. Two?

Christina Wilson

(interview) You are so going to notice a Red jacket in the Blue kitchen, it's not even funny...

Christina Wilson

(interview) I was looking, and I'm looking and I started to go in...

(to the blue team) Let's go!

Christina Wilson

(interview) And then, here comes Chef Ramsay. And I was all like "Fuck this!"

Chef, I chased animals, I dug trees, I gave it my all every single time that I've been in that kitchen. I played 100% and I have not once, not once ever have I stopped and let my guard down. Once I have tried to help everybody and do everything I can possible, and I always played 100% and everybody's trying to fucking get rid of me, but you know what? I still put out better food than everybody standing there.

Clemenza, I want you to listen to me carefully. You've done well... you had a bad night. Are you done?

[pause] I'm not even close to done, chef. I'm ready! I'll go put out another dinner service right now if you need.

Wow. Based on everything I've seen and witnessed, my decision is... Clemenza. [pause; Clemenza is about to take off his jacket] Back in line!

YES! [high fives Clemenza]

There's a lovely young lady waiting for her pizza. COME ON TIFFANY!

Yes, chef!

You're so slow.

Yes, chef! (interview) I really hate cooking for children. Kids don't know what fine dining is... so their opinions really don't matter to me (laughs).

(looking underneath the pizza dough It's burnt. Look. Just cut that part.

I don't give a shit. (interview) I really don't like kids at all.

Pizza, how long?

Coming right out chef. [bring the pizza to the pass]

Come on, please!

Yes, chef.

The idea of a pizza is to serve first.

This side is alright, [looks underneath the pizza] but I don't want to eat that.

It's for kids! Fuck me. (to Tiffany) Stop!

Yes, chef.

Now we're sending burnt pizza. Not crispy and delicious. Fucking burnt. Burnt with bits of shit in there. What is going on?? All of you get a grip.

Yes, chef.

Ow! Just hit me in the head! (Flashback to Tiffany hit in the head) Ow!

(interview) Robyn is acting as crazy as fuck right now. I honestly think she's still holding a grudge for the challenge about that fucking ribeye.

Kimmie, lets me when you're walking, okay.

Sure will.

I'm coming, okay?

Yeah. I'm slicing, dude.

Can I walk?

Euh, give me just one second.

Can I walk?

Dammit!

You guys, how long?

Two minutes, chef, two minutes. These steaks are fucking huge. Not my fault. Not my fault, dude.

(interview and double flips at the camera) Really? Kimmie doesn't know what she's fucking doing. Fucking bitch!

Running!

Alright, running.

I got it. I got it. [both Kimmie and Robyn bringing the food to the pass] Bitch!

(to Chef Ramsay) You're alright with that?

No. Nowhere near. Oh Jesus!

All of you!

Yes, chef.

Come here. Hey look. We can't even get a steak cooked. It's badly sliced. Who did what here? Kimmie, Robyn, look at me, who done it then?

I did the filets.

I cut the steak, chef.

Looked at the way it's [the steak] sliced. It's like it's be cut with a spoon. It's not even sliced there. And then next to it, where's the filet? That's cooked beautifully, it's sliced beautifully.

(interview) HELL YEAH! I knew my shit was right. Robyn is fucking up and I just outshined her.

Honestly, it's gets fucking worse. All of you come here. Just touch that fish there. Just touch how dry. It's got more fucking wrinkles on it than I have and I'm forty-four years of age. That should be put fucking fresh! [pounds the counter]

We not going to to yell unless he yells at one of the chefs.

How long ago did you cook that?

Three minutes ago.

Three minutes ago?

Yes, chef.

That's fresh three minutes ago? Just touch.

(interview) That shit is nasty.

I took it off three minutes ago and I covered it.

So? Again when did you cook it?

Seven minutes ago, then.

Oh. Seven minutes ago?

Well, I took out three minutes ago. So four minutes for to cook, so seven minutes ago.

Yeah, maybe seventeen minutes ago. [throws the plate with the fish onto the counter]

(interview) You've got to be out of your fucking mind to lie to Chef Ramsay, because he knows, he's not stupid.

What's going on with the fish, Kimmie, I got to re-fire it.

Three minutes.

Get rid of that shit. [gives the plate to Christina Wilson who bins the fish] I wouldn't even serve that to my fucking cat. Fuck off, Robyn.

Chef Ramsay does not need to put the Blue Team in our kitchen. It’s embarrassing. You know, obviously, all that point that the red team has lost tonight.

Hey! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Just STOP!! Come here, all of you! Just touch them. Put your hand on top. Put your hand on-- (to Robyn and Tiffany) PUT YOUR HAND ON TOP!!

I'm putting it on top. I need to get over there.

Put it on top. Put it on top. Stone-cold! Red team! You, you, you, you, you. Fuck off! [Kimmie slams her towel on her station upon exit] (to Christina Wilson, who's still in the kitchen) GET OUT!!

Kimmie, who is the first nominee for the Red team?

The first nominee chef is Robyn. Because she was pretty much lied to you and told you to cook fish in three minutes and she cooked it for seven, so--

(interrupts Kimmie; looks depressed) What?! I didn't lie to you chef when I said that fish was out in three minutes, the fish was cooked seven minutes prior so I was miscommunication on what I said that's not lied to you.

What?!

I know that I turned myself I got not lying because the way my mother raised me.

(moans) What? Oh my God!

Oh my God, Kimmie! Please! [groans] I'd been-- You what, Kimmie, if you want to really get dirty right now, you'll get dirty. You think I am scared of you! YOU CALL ME A FUCKING BITCH TODAY AND YOU WANT TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT! Guess what? There is no friends there in this competition so I want to work for him.

(moans) Wow!

Fuck me. Burnt one side. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Yeah, come here. Look. No colour and look. Burnt.

(interview) Really dude? It's a fucking piece of fish. I mean, like come on! Step it up a little bit.

[to Brian; gives him a piece of fish] Come here, just take a bite of that. Just take a bite. Eat it, you fuckwit. How does it taste?

Tastes like fish, chef.

Excuse me? (brief pause) Smartass, you want to be funny now, do you? (throws his spoon) You're such a dick.

(interview) Brian, really? Right now is not the time to fucking crack jokes, bro.

Get out, get out. Fucking idiot.

Fuck. [walks out of the kitchen] Seriously? (interview) That was a mistake of epic proportions. I did not mean to be a smartass.

[rekindles Brian] "Tastes like fish." What a fucking dick.

(interview) It was just the first thing that came to my head.

Oh, fuck me. The chicken is raw! All of you! ALL OF YOU! (to Brian) THAT'S YOU, FUCKER! [knocks his hand on the workstation] The chicken it comes up...

Raw.

RAW!

Fuck! (interview) Robyn, really? It's pink, it's still fucking bleeding. Come on, get it right.

Robyn, really? Really?! [throws his spoon away] RAW! (to Brian) Hey comedian! Crack a fucking joke now! I fucking dare you! [knocks his hand on the workstation]

I have nothing funny to say, chef.

Start again!

I mean, fuck me. [returns to the workstation] Hey.

Really?

You, you, you, you. Come here. [Robyn whips her towel] Hey, look. Raw. Do I really have to serve that? [throws the chicken away] MADNESS! Get out.

Don't kick them out, chef, Just kick me out--

Hey listen. Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do. You, you, you, you: fuck off!

FUCK! I fucking hate this damn chicken! [Clemenza throws his towel away]

GET OUT! (as they exit) We are fucked here.

(interview) The lamb is nicely cooked, the sauce is on, we got this, we got this, got this.

Unreal! (chokes the undercooked lamb)

Fuck!

Wow! Ugh!

(interview) Yeah, we're fucked.

The sauce is disgusting. It looks like in a gas station. Nasty!

(interview) Okay, this could be good for us, I mean our lamb is cooked perfectly!

Red team! (holds the lamb)

I sliced the lamb, Chef. I apologize.

(to Barbie) Did you slice the lamb or chewed the lamb?

(interview) Barbie, what have you done to this lamb? Did you cut it with a fucking spoon?

I am seriously disappointed. I expected at this stage in the game something so much better! For the first time ever in Hell's Kitchen history, I, Gordon Ramsay, cannot pick a winner! Red team, blue team, you both lost. One team would've had an amazing day with a beach in Santa Monica, visiting Malibu in a helicopter. You had a beach club this afternoon for yourselves.

(interview) Hell's Kitchen season 10 making history! Only we're making history because we suck!

You have a long day cleaning. The front of Hell's Kitchen needs sprucing up. After that, Hell's Kitchen SUV's need detailing. But more importantly, I'm opening Hell's Kitchen tonight.

Yes, chef.

And do you know why? Redemption! You need it. I swear to god, it's going to be a great service. Because if it's not, I am not waiting until the end of service to get rid of dead wood.

Fuck!

Get cleaning.

Let's go guys.

(interview) Chef's pissed and do you know what? He's got every right to be pissed. We should all be embarrassed to be wearing these jackets right now.

(to Clemenza) Come on, C!

(to remaining chefs) Hi, guys.

Christina Wilson

Hi, James.

By the way, that's the car [shows a classic car with a surfboard after joint challenge loss] those taking to you to a private beach for the day.

Wow.

(interview) God, man! It would have been fucking pimped to roll down in Malibu [dream of time at the beach and relaxing on a pool with a wine] in that red car, lay down a beach, have some drinks, and just relax by the pool. Why couldn't we just win today so we could've been at the beach?

Enough about that cause that all winners stuff and we're all bunch of losers at the moment. (to both teams) So, we're going to clean. Alright guys, let's go.

Justin! Hey you! Come here, you! So he (Brian) cooks fresh New York strip, because he screwed the previous table. And you reheat the same bass???

(to Robyn) And you think it's funny?

No, I don't think it's funny. I'm pissed right now. I don't think it's funny at all. (interview) Hehehehehe! Justin's a dumbass! Are you kidding me? I think it's hilarious right now.

Justin, is that your best?! (no response) Hey! IS THAT YOUR BEST??!!

No, chef! No!

So all that time, you were cooking-

...all that time you were cooking, you couldn't think to put two fresh bass in?

Chef, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I've got to re-fire these right now. (interview) What was I thinking??? That was just a dumb, dumb mistake.

All of you, look at me! [points at each member of the Blue Team] WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

Three New York, two wellington, one bass. How long?

Three minutes, chef!

Drive the ticket! Let's go!

Yes, chef! (interview) It's still our first table, and all I want is the ticket to be done. I just want it to be done. But everything kept coming out wrong.

Come on, Brian. Here's the bass. Let me know when you're ready to go.

Walk with your bass. I'm slicing New York.

Yes. Go, go, go! Make sure it's cooked!

[slices steak in half] Raw. Ah, fuck.

No, no, no, no, no!

More time. It needs more time.

No! Get another one! (to Gordon) He's backed up! He's gonna be dragging steak at least two minutes!

Hold on! It's not ready! (to Justin) It's not ready.

It's still coming out WRONG! Are you serious?! (to Brian) MUPPET!! FUCKING HELL!! [sees several diners leave the dining room] Are you serious? They're walking out! Oh, my God. Urgently, where's the wellington?!

Okay, wellies walking. Wellies walking.

Oh, fuck me. Not another overcooked wellington. (sighs) Fucking hell. Honestly, I'm gonna go crazy. [returns to workstation] Overcooked wellingtons! It's like a joke now. [Brian pounds his fist] Honestly, guys, it's like a big fucking joke.

Come on! [Brian punches his forehead]

(to Brian) Hey, come here, fucking comedian! I have had enough. Come here, you! [leads Brian into the red kitchen] Barbie!

Yes, chef?

Come here, please! URGENTLY! You, on the meat!

Christina Wilson

Show him (Brian) how to do a wellie, Barbie.

He's not capable! Get over there!

Yes, chef, I got it.

Get him in, Barbie! Urgently!

(to Brian) Come on.

Fuck! (interview) Oh, I'm fucking furious. You gotta be kidding me. [carries wellington tray] GODDAMNIT!!

Oh, my God.

(interview) On a black jacket night, Barbie comes over to finish my fucking station?

Seven minutes. They're resting, chef.

[shouting through his teeth] GODDAMNIT!! (interview) I feel like a castrated dog.

You can't put all that meat on one fucking tray!

(interview) And I think Barbie is enjoying this, I really do.

[pounds fist again] DAMNIT!

Stay with it, Brian.

I can't do anything!

STAY WITH IT!

There's nothing I can fucking do! I've been demoted!

(to Robyn) Wellie garnish, how are you?

Walking with garnish, Barbie!

Walking with wellingtons.

Cooked perfectly! (to waiters) Service, please.

Nice job, Barbie.

Goddamnit! (interview) Oh, my God. [holds up left hand and pretends to hang himself]