Trev quotes from Hell's Kitchen

All of you. ALL OF YOU, GET HERE!! Who dressed that?!

I did. [Gordon raises an overdressed piece of lettuce] Too much.

"Too much?!" Did you honestly think they came here for that?!

No.

We got worse now. We can't even dress a fucking salad! [throws the salad away] SALAD, TREV! LET'S GO!!

(interview) Who doesn't know how to make a salad? [points to himself] This guy!

While Lisa's work on the fish station has left her teammates seriously underwhelmed, over in the blue kitchen...

Trev!

Chef.

Trev's salad is once again seriously overdressed.

Oh, my God!

Probably too much, chef.

That's just on one fucking leaf, come on!

Yes, chef.

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.

Thank you.

You're very welcome.

(to waiters) Service, please? BLUE TEAM!

Yes, chef?

One hour and 30 minutes into service, that's the first table of appetizers gone!

Yes, chef!

Ohhh, fucking hell.

Curtis! (returns a sushi to the workstation)

Working on it again chef.

Yeah, fuck off. Gentlemen, gentlemen, GENTLEMEN! Look at this! (points to some sushi) Fat fuck, fat fuck, fat fuck. Look at that there. Look at that. Look. Look at-- (to Curtis) come here you! It's not good enough for me. It's not good enough for me!

Yes, chef. Working now chef.

(interview) Sushi's coming back. Seriously, you're not cooking anything.

Do you think that I'm going to fucking send-- you can't even clean the fucking-- fuck off, Curtis! Fuck right off!

WOO!!! I'M WINNING THIS MOTHERFUCKING THING!!! [the other chefs attempt to shush him]

Deep breaths, deep breaths.

(interview) I know that the guys on my team have absolutely no chance, so they're doing anything they can to get rid of me. (to the chefs) Lie, don't die!

The guy is here to be an anchor to us. We're gonna have to learn to work with him.

Somebody's gotta get him in line and you guys aren't getting through at all, he seems to listen to me.

Raj listens to you?

Yeah I don't know, I'm one of the few guys who hasn't yelled or screamed at him. (interview) If I can just get Raj to focus, I will. [shot of Raj doing tai-chi in the bedroom] We need to learn to work with the tools that we're given, and he just happens to be one of those tools. (to Vinny, Rob, and Boris) You have to handle him with gloves though, his... [points to his temple]

[in the background] WHAAAAOW!!! [Vinny chuckles]

We gotta get this guy to work somehow.

You can't.

We haven't sent one table yet!

Raj, where's the scrambled egg?

Okay. (brings his scrambled eggs to the pass)

(tastes) Hey guys, guys. Come here. All of you, come here! Quick! Hurry up! (pushes Raj out of his way) Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Oooh, get out of the way. Taste it. Taste it. Taste it, taste it, taste it, taste it! Not an OUNCE of seasoning!

What do you—?!

We're doing it again! Don't argue with chef!

(interview) Don't talk back to chef. He says something, you say "Yes, chef" and move on. That's it.

Say that again? Hey, say that again? Say–say–don't spit fucking scrambled egg in my face! Say that again?! Say that again?!

Yes, chef.

There's not an ounce of fucking seasoning in there. These guys save lives for a living, yeah, and you're about to fuck up their breakfast. Got it?

Yes, chef! (interview) Chef Ramsay's like "Oh, my God! THERE'S NO SALT! THERE'S NO PEPPER!" and I'm like "What the–?" (to his teammates) Go ahead, go ahead, go! Go! (interview) I thought I seasoned it, chef, correctly. But no. Obviously I didn't.

Why's he cooking scrambled egg when he can't even season it?

(interview) I tried to make some sense out of this intense chaos. [goes into the pantry and puts his head in the refrigerator] I got to cool off somehow. (interview) I tried to clear my head by sticking my head in the refrigerator... but I couldn't.

RAJ, MOVE YOUR FAT FUCKING ASS!! (to blue team) Somebody take control, please!!

Don't be scared, Raj! Jump in!

I was.

Everybody's polishing. You're just kinda standing there. You're blowing it with me over here. The one guy who had your back, and you're blowing it!

Oh, please! (interview) Trevor, he's–he's really not a nice person, and... he's also being very mean!

(to Raj) What do you want us to do with you?

Just leave me alone! (interview) I'm a professional chef. I'm working with a bunch of kids! I'm in a situation where it's me versus them.

[inspects glass Raj just cleaned] Water marks. (chuckles) Water marks! Raj, seriously? I mean, can you not see that? Are you gonna look?

Just do his glasses over.

That's not fair!

Just do it over!

(to the guys) This is harassment now.

Raj? Raj? Just give up halfway?

No, I just wanted to cover it.

Give me the fucking wrap. (interview) I've tried everything I can with this big, dumb animal and it's just–it's frustrating. It's tiring. (to Vinny) It's bullshit that he's even still here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Wait.

You might have been cooking the longest. Obviously, you've cooked in shit restaurants for the last 30 years.

Unfair.

What's unfair about it?! You suck!

And you tanked us.

You guys are going to keep going with it?

Yes! Until it gets through that thick skull of yours!

(interview) Trevor's harassing me for no reason, and he's being more of a problem than a solution. (to Trev and Vinny) You guys seem to be targeting me in a vicious fashion. You got something about me, because I'm older?

Go home, Raj! Just go home. Go home and stuff yourself with Twinkies so you have a fucking heart attack on your recliner!

Oh, so now you're going to make fun of my weight?

We got to figure out what you're good at. You got to be good at something, right? Aside from sleeping and fucking eating and running your goddamn jaw. You got to be good at something! Mr. "I'm a chef and I'm almost 50. I got more experience than everybody." What the fuck have you done so far?! You're fucking dilly-dallying in the fucking pastry section, and the shit you've cooked doesn't even work–

Shut up! [Snaps and gets in Trev's face] SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!

Or what?

Guys, guys, guys! Come on!

I said shut up! Just shut up!

Or what?!

Fuck all you motherfuckers! YOU GUYS ARE A BUNCH OF SNAKES! [to Trev] YOU FUCKIN' SNAKE! (interview) I'm being targeted, I'm being harassed, and I'm really at the point where I don't know what to do!

Raj, can I have a word with you?

I'm tired, dammit!

Just one minute? Listen to me. Listen to me. Raj, please! Raj! Raj! [takes Raj into the hallway] We need listen and work together! (interview) I don't want to see anybody getting hurt. I don't want to see anyone throwing it off, because we need every man on our team. Including Raj.

You gotta listen to me. You alright? (interview) But... that guy is fucking nuts!

Blue team, Table 3.

[finds that the pizza is burnt on the bottom; returns and slams the pizza on Rob's station] Come on, chunky monkey! I trusted you. I don't need to turn your pizzas upside down. When it's fucking burnt, don't send it! [gives the pizza to Rob] In fact, you know what? Fuck off to the bar, eat the pizza. Get out, eat it, and come back!

(interview) Come on, get over yourself. It's the last thing I wanted to do while my team's getting pummeled, and it's so degrading. [goes into the bar and eats the burnt pizza]

(to Louis) You can't fucking cook a pork chop, he (Rob) cremates a fucking pizza!

(interview) I don't know if that was really a punishment for Rob. I mean, come on. Chef Ramsay sends the fat guy to the bar to go eat his own burnt pizza.

[eats burnt pizza at the bar] Fucking humiliating bullshit.

One chicken, one pork chop!

Five minutes chef.

(holds the tickets) He's trying to propose to his future fiancée!

Yeah.

Move, Louis!

Yes, chef.

You'll make them break up before they even fucking get married!

Thirty seconds, cutting the pork now. (interview) Once you get behind on something, you can't let things get to you. I am just hitting my stride, and I'm ready to rock it. (on his pork chop) The pork is fucking pink! Chef Scott?

What?

[carries the pork in his hands] I fucked the pork and it's pink. It's pink chef.

You can't even put it on a pan, you god damn slob?! You're going to walk around with a pork chop in your hands like that?! GET IT IN THE FUCKING OVEN!!!

Yes, chef.

(to Louis) You walk around like a pig, what kind of slob are you?

(interview) Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!

All of you, come here!

Fuck!

ALL OF YOU!!! You fucking go on a reward, you take advantage, you come back and you perform like FUCKING IDIOTS!!

Yes, chef.

GET A GRIP!!

Yes, chef.

Or FUCK OFF!!

Yes, chef!

(to Boris) Can you stop washing pans?

Boris!

(interview) Wow, Boris! What the fuck!

This is a fucking kitchen!! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING RUN A GODDAMN RESTAURANT!!!

Yes, chef.

Come here you! [leads Boris to the washroom] You want to wash pans?! Get down there! Fuck off will you?! Do it full-time! Get on there! What a muppet.

(interview) I've never been kicked out of the kitchen in my life and it's all my fucking fault.

LA Market is not looking for a fucking head chef in PANS!

All of you, just stop! You make yourself look so stupid. And look, the food dying. It's like a funeral in here. Do me one big favour: Get out. GET OUT! We'll (himself, Scott and Andi) cook. Get out. Andi, Scott, let's go [The women and the remaining men leave the kitchen]

(interview) Let's throw a whole bunch of chicks in to the mix and maybe it'll make everything all better. No, it made it worse, too many cooks in the kitchen man!

Russell, you have to put the colored one down before the film.

Colored what?

The colored...

See, this teamwork is exactly what helps in the kitchen, right? Like teamwork in the kitchen?

Yo. Don’t talk about the kitchen, ‘cause you guys don’t know shit about the kitchen.

How about you not give us attitude?

Are you kidding me? We’re doing this for you. How about you back up a little bit? (interview) This is not a joke. I’m not here to play with little kids. They’re pushing me to the limit! (to the Prom committee) I’m not doing this for my fifteen minutes of fame. I’m doing this for a fucking career, so step off!

Watch your language!

Watch my language? (to the Prom committee) I’M A GROWN ASS MAN.

Hey, guys. Come on. These are clients of Hell’s Kitchen. Stop being disrespectful! Get on with the job, get it done, and show a little bit of respect. Alright?

(to the Prom committee) Why don’t you guys just keep going through me? These guys are just frustrated. (interview) For Russell to blow up like that; unacceptable. Up and down the board, unacceptable.

All of you, come here! What night is this? What fucking night?

Important night of the year!

Yeah, the most important night. Is this the most important gnocchi you've ever cooked?!

No, it's not.

Fuck off will you? (slams the pan on the workstation)

Come on, Trev.

What is that?

(interview) That looks like a big-ass booger.

Oh, my God.

Wake up, Trevor! Nothing's coming out! ON A NIGHT LIKE TONIGHT! WAKE UP!

(to Trev) My lobster's up and you have no garnish.

(interview) Get off my pass and let me cook!

(to Holli) Trev is gone tonight. What do you think?

Yeah.

What do you need Trev?

(interview) This is not what he needs. Trev sucks. Dude, are you stoned? Like, did you smoke a joint before you came in here?

Trevor, you can't serve with those carrots in a burned pan.

Oh, no. I am going to fucking fix it.

I'll help you!

Do not help me! Get the fuck out of my ass! Don't fucking help me!

(interview) He is so stupid.

Does anybody need help right now? I'm good on app(etizer)s.

Could use a hand over here, definitely.

Here's your shallots.

How many are on the garnish? One... two... three of you. Sabrina garnish, Nona garnish! Trev, what are you doing?

Working it chef.

(to Gail) Gail, go over to the garnish as well, and might as well.

(interview) I've never seen Chef Ramsay called over the entire kitchen to help one person. Ridiculous. [to Trev] The squash is burning.

The squash is what? Burning? [facepalms]

Three broccolini, one squash! One squash is in!

Where's the fucking broccolini?

Dude, Trev, you have to put the basket down or it's gonna stick.

Nona!

Yes, chef!

Give me three broccolini! (to Trev) Hey, you, come here! I haven't sent one garnish out at the same (slams fist on the workstation) fucking time! I haven't sent them out yet! Do me a favour: Fuck off back and get some fresh air!

(interview) I'm pissed at myself, 'cos I'm supposed to be the guy that can do anything. I feel like shit because I've let them down. They expected me to be Superman, and Clark Kent showed up.

[points at red kitchen] They're on their fifth ticket, you're on your second.

(to Rob) Step it up.

We gotta come back from this. Let's go. Push it out!

Come on, Rob!

Yes, chef.

Move it, big boy!

Yes, chef.

Rob, (claps) MOVE!

Yes, chef! (brings scallops to the pass)

[checks scallops with Sous Chef Scott] There's no colour on there.

He's just not starting with the pan hot enough.

[returns to workstation] I've got no fucking colour on my SCALLOPS! [angrily drops plate] FOR FUCK'S SAKE!

(interview) Come on! Let's get through a fucking service, please!

They're raw, Rob!

I gave them a minute each side!

What's that gotta do with it? Where's your oil? They're fucking raw! [starts cooking Rob's raw scallops] You take them out when they're fucking cooked! Their table's eating bar one!

(interview) Ninth service, and Rob still can't cook scallops.

Rob, the largest one is the thickest one, so that comes out last.

(interview) I mean, Rob... Are you a complete fucking idiot?

Sorry about the delay, let's go.

That won't happen again, guys. I got it.