Trev quotes from Hell's Kitchen

[returns to workstation] Fuck! Off! Yeah, come on. (to Rob) Come here you. Look at that. It's like split vomit. Look at that. Hold on, it gets worse. [splits one halibut in half] Raw. [angrily throws the halibut away on the workstation] Fuck off!

DAMMIT, LET'S GO! FOCUS!

Sorry, bro. Sorry.

Quit saying sorry and just go! Guys, we need to GO!

Here we go, yet again. Nothing's coming out! Hey, (Rob) you! Come here, you! Come here, come here you. Come here, you. [leads Rob into the dining room]

(interview) Here goes Rob. Bye, Rob.

You've got five minutes to wake up, otherwise you're history. [Rob and Gordon head back into the kitchen] Hey, hey, hey, hey, big boy. And I mean five minutes! I'LL DO IT MY FUCKING SELF, AND I'LL DO IT ON THE SECTION MYSELF AND I'LL RUN THE FUCKING HOT PLATE ON MY FUCKING OWN!

Who cooked the gnocchi?

I did chef.

Yeah, crispy one side and raw. They're raw underneath. [throws the gnocchi away] Hey!

I'll fix it.

Hey, GET OUT! Fix your fucking hair! Fuck off out upstairs, get out! Fuck off!

(interview) Of all the things, fucking gnocchi. Gnocchi of all things.

Garnish is in the window! [brings his garnish to the pass]

Coming to the window with chicken! [brings his chicken to the pass]

[checking Russell's chicken] My fucking head's throbbing! [returns to the workstation] (to Russell) That is raw!

Can I send this one?

Get out, Russell! Get out! Because the chicken's raw! (to Rob) Hey, big boy. One more fuck-up, you're next. Except it won't be up there, it'll be [points at dining room] FUCKING STRAIGHT OUT THERE!

(interview) Chef Ramsay's pissed! Fuming! We're going down like a sinking ship, and there are no lifeboats left.

[quietly in Rob's ear] Get out.

Why chef? (interview) Ah? Did I hear that right?

It's more than two hours into the dinner service. (shot of Russell, Vinny and Nona) Three chefs have already been kicked out of the kitchen, and much to Rob's confusion, he is about to join them.

Hey, come here. Why? BECAUSE THE HALIBUT'S FUCKING RAW! THAT'S WHY, CHEF ROB! GET OUT!

Which leaves only one chef left to complete service in the blue kitchen, and ironically...

(interview) Uh... hi?

...it's Trev.

(interview) The whole service just fell on my shoulders. I'm just going to have to push the fear down and fight through it.

Salmon!

Good to go.

Ooh, la la. Well done, Trev. Service!

(interview) It was like a big light just kind of opened in the dark sky, and I'm getting it.

[to James] How's Josiah?

Really, really unhappy.

[to the Blue Team] All of you, so you fucking go there. You grace his table, he looks after you he comes in here and look at the treatment. Hey [to Trev] have you ever won a Michelin star?

No I haven't. I haven't even won one!

Yeah there's a guy out there with TWO MICHELIN STARS AND LOOK AT US LIKE A BUNCH OF FUCKING PRICKS! Well done! Unbelievable!

How long Trev, two spaghetti?

Four!

Four? Four minutes that is pasta getting to cook in four minutes, Trev?

THERE'S PASTA IN THE BACK!

Stop yelling!

(approaches to Trev and yells at him) Hey! You watch your mouth right now! You don't stand over there and scream, I'm the one that's waiting for food from you, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND COOK THE PASTA!

Shit!

(interview) Now I'm trying, all you want to do is berate me, belittle me, get on my ass? Piss off!

Talk about out of fucking control.

There's no teamwork, there's no care, there's no passion! FUCK OFF!

(interview) I've never seen such chaos!

I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm fucking dying!

(interview) He's gonna kick us all out of the kitchen.

All of you, JUST STOP!

(interview) We're done, this is over.

COME HERE! [pause; to Sabrina] What's wrong with you?

Nothing, chef.

Look at me! Hey, look, you ignorant bitch! Look at my fucking eyes when I'm talking to you!

Yes, chef.

WHAT'S WRONG WITH YOU?

I'm trying to work, chef. I'm trying to communicate.

WAKE UP!

Yes, chef.

(to Trev) You! What's wrong with you?

Nothing.

GET A GRIP!

You got it.

(to Russell) Hey, you! You may bark, but there's shit all coming out! [to Gail] And, you, look! Hailbut's STUCK TO THE PAN! [slams fist down]

(interview) We don't deserve to wear the black jackets, and this far into the game, we should be able to run a kitchen.

For GOD'S SAKE! [throws spoon across the kitchen]

It's raw in the centre. Russell. (goes worried) Stop. (throws spoon on the floor) I can't take anymore. I can't. I can't do this. (throws tantrum) I CANNOT DO THIS ANY-FUCKING-MORE! I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! IT'S NOT FAIR ON FUCKING ME! (overviews to tell the customers) IT'S NOT FAIR ON THEM! (to the final six) GET OUT! FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Yeah, that's right. Get out! GET OUT! (to Trev; tosses a blue steak to him) Hey, catch your blue steak. Fucking blue.

(interview) This sucks. The horrible feeling and it feels like going down to the world.

I killed it on garnish tonight! There's no reason I should go up for elimination.

I thought I had a great night, too. (to Nona and Russell) I'm nominating you two. You guys were the ones who had fuck-ups tonight.

I had a good night. My votes are Trev, and... my second one is Russell because of the scallops and the halibut. (interview) Russ was not perfect tonight, and Trev did not do too bad, but it's hard to go wrong when you have Chef Ramsay wiping your ass for you.

My votes are for Trev and Russell, too.

(interview) What the hell?! (to Jillian) What happened to the plan?

[in the flashback] Let them get put up for elimination tonight. Even if they do good.

[in the flashback giving Jillian a high-five] Boo-yah, shocka!

(interview) Jillian's selling me out.

I'm definitely voting for you, Trev because of your attitude and communication lapses. It's fucking ridiculous. (Trev just shrugs) If you talked to me like you talked to me before about that salmon, I would have slapped the shit out of you! (Jillian and Nona stare at Russell in shock) If you ever think you can cop an attitude like that with me, best believe you're gonna catch one to the side of your fucking head!

W–Whoa!

[shrugs again] Okay.

I will fuck you up, bro!

New order! One spaghetti, two scallops, one truffle salad! [pause] How long?! [no one responds]

(interview) Nobody's listening to anything Trev says. Just like, "Blah-blah-blah," coming out his mouth!

Knock it out, guys! Let's get 'em in, get 'em out! [Nona continues to ignore Trev]

Answer him!

(interview) Nobody respects him, and that's why while he's on the pass, everyone's ignoring him.

One spaghetti, two scallops, one truffle salad! [beat; Sous Chef Scott looks up]

Is there an answer?!

Yes, chef!

The chefs may not be listening to Trev, but that doesn't stop him from calling more tickets.

One salmon, two beef, one wellington! Six minutes to the window!

Six minutes!

Thank you!

[facepalms] Stop two beef, one salmon, one wellington! 'Cause we haven't the fucking appetisers yet!

Son of a bitch.

"Son of a bitch?!" Ah, [throws spoon] fucking hell!

Fucking hell's right.

(interview) Trev sucks. Sorry, Trev, you suck.

COME ON, TREVOR!

After failing to notice Chef Scott's swapping of the meat, Jillian is on high alert.

Come on, Trev!

You’re not sending that shit out. That one looks like crap! Fire a new one (halibut), fire it now!

It’s ready right now, if you want it.

COME ON! (interview) Trev, you’re fucking up and it’s not right. [Trev brings his fish to the pass] This one’s skinny as shit and that one’s fat as fuck! You got a different one?

It’s gonna take six minutes if you want me to do that!

Well, this is not how they look on the same table! It’s bullshit!

They’re not all cut equal!

(interview) Jillian is just [makes a clawing motion with her hand] "RAWRAWRAWRAWRAWR!!!", all over Trev!

[checks on more halibut brought up by Trev] TREV!

Yes, chef.

YOUR HALIBUT IS FREAKIN’ RAW! Come here! Come here! Look at that shit, dude! It’s fucking raw! COME ON! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?!

Sixteen, if it takes.

As many times as it takes?!

As many times as it takes to get it right!

WELL, FUCKING GET IT RIGHT, MAN!

Doesn't make any sense to me.

(interview) I just don’t understand, like... I don’t get it.

You’ve got to control the kitchen, otherwise the kitchen controls you.

Yes, chef. (to Trev) YOU’RE SCREWING ME ON THE PASS!

Dude, they’re all different fucking sizes!

Jillian, you have to convict this! This is just not good enough! [to the Black Jackets] LISTEN TO ME, IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! (to Trev) YOU MAY WANT TO SCREW HER, BUT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING SCREW ME! COME HERE, YOU! Next time you fuck her again, or fuck me on one halibut, you’re fucking out! NOW WAKE UP! A JOKE’S A JOKE, BUT QUIT IT!

(interview) I wanted to throw a fucking hot pan at Trev’s head. Stop making me look bad, do your job! (to Trev) Move it!

Now, yeah. You know how it feels standing here, yes?

Yes, chef. It fucking sucks.

Sideways.