Justin quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Fuck! (angrily slams his own towel on a workstration)

Who needs it?!

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]

Okay stop! You (points to Justin) don't touch another fucking scallop. Come here. Just touch these. Touch them! (Clemenza touches the scallops) Jesus Christ! [goes to Justin's station; finds that the scallops are poorly sliced] Why they're all broken? What the fuck have you done?

(interview) I'm working with scallops. They were complete shit. I was completely sabotaged.

Who sliced all these?

Someone else did my part, chef.

Who sliced the scallops? Chef has asked a question.

I did.

Come here you, executive chef. Come here. Look at these.[holds up some scallops] Expensive hand dived scallops. Look, you sabotaged them!

(interview) This is ugly. The scallops were just mutilated.

Hold on, it gets better. [shows a scallop ripped in half] Look at this one!

(interview) It looked like they got cut with a paper clip.

I mean FUCKING HELL! Look!

That's it. That's everything.

(interview) We're in trouble.

(to Tavon) You sliced all them! We haven't even served one fucking table! [knocks the workstation twice] They're all fucked! Look! Look! I've got a bunch of idiots here!

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.

Two wellington, two opah! How long?

Coming out now, chef! Coming out! Out! [brings the wellington to the pass]

Where's the opah?

Right behind.

[checking Chris' opah] Fucking hell, that's raw! Stone-fucking-cold! All of you, come here! [calls Chris] You, especially! Just touch that! Cold, touch that! Here look! [Blue team touches the cold opah] Touch......it's stone-cold you... [smashes the opah twice on the tray] ARGH! AAH! DAMN THAT! Who cooked the wellington?

I did, chef.

Because they're cooked perfectly. Take it back now.

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.

Cod's raw. BRIAN! Hey you, Bozo come here! Cod is raw. Fucking cat food. [gets a piece of cod, then throws it on the workstation] Fuck off will you?!

[knocks his hand on the workstation] Fuck me!

(to Brian) Hey, hello chef! Wha-what is that? [tosses a small piece of cod to him]

Get another one in the pan guys.

Three cod, two lamb. How long?

One minute chef.

You need help?

I got it. (interview) I just can't seem to cook fish. I just can't seem to do it tonight!

Three cod, two lamb. What are we waiting on?

The cod chef.

Oh, come on. Check if that's cooked Justin.

Oui chef.

What's going on?

That's burnt.

Fuck. I burned my goddamn fish.

Oh, my God.

Three cod, two lamb. How long?

I have one cod left chef.

You ran out of cod?

Yes, chef.

What? Hey you, what in the fuck are you doing?!

It's an hour and fifteen minutes into dinner service and neither kitchen has sent out an entrée.

James?

[enters the blue kitchen] Yes, chef?

We ran out of cod. Can we serve the sea bass?

Yes, chef. [exits the kitchen]

Let's go. Three bass, two lamb.

Yes, chef. Coming right now, baby.

Hey! "It's coming, baby"??

Sorry, chef.

You COOK like a fucking baby!

Won't happen again, chef.

GET OUT! [slams his hand on the table]

Yes, chef. [bangs his hand on side of the oven as he exits] FUCK!

What's the matter with that jerk?!

[throws his apron in the dorms] Come on, man!

I'll take it from here.

For some reason, both Royce and Justin are cooking fish.

Two bass! Let's go!

Oui, Chef! One minute!

One minute!

Hey, who's cooking the bass?

Right here, chef.

I am, chef.

I got your bass.

I have my hands for this order.

I got two more.

Oh my GOD! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!

No.

You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not ONE of you are fucking communicating, both of you FUCK off out of here!

Fucking hell...

Fuck off! [throws towel at Justin as he walks out]

Fucking ready right here, here! Sorry, Chef, I apologize. Sure that was done?

Don't put out the pork, it's not cooked, don't put out the pork, it's not cooked.

Don't - put - out - the - pork - it's - not - cooked.

(to Clemenza and Justin) Hey, both of you come here! (knocks the workstation)

(to Justin) I said it wasn't done.

BOTH OF YOU!

(shows the raw pork) That is it. GET OUT!

Yes, chef. (to Justin) I said it wasn't done.

Can I please-?

GET OUT!

[throws the tongs]

(interview) I just told you the pork's not cooked five motherfuckin' times!

It's my fault, Clemenza.

(interview) How dumb can you fucking be?!

Minutes before Hell's Kitchen opens for its ever first fashion night, the red team...

Hey, ladies. Once that last model has walked off the catwalk, [claps] bang! We go!

Yes, chef!

...is standing by, ready for action.

Is everyone ready?

Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen...

Let's go.

...Clemenza on the fish station is waiting for no one.

STOP! Clemenza! What are you doing?!

Scallops, chef.

We're not even open yet! Why is he cooking the scallops?! Oh God, Clemenza. How many portions of scallops have we wasted?

Four.

(interview) Clemenza, what the fuck are you doing?

Clemenza, I am fucking pissed off!!

(interview) Oh, my God. Someone's leaving right now.

ARE YOU READY TO GO HOME?!

No way, chef!

Scallops, please!

[walks to the pass] Coming up!

Over-fucking-cooked. (returns to workstation) Stop!! All of you, come here! Look, now we've gone overcooked to fuck! Horribly-done, grainy rubber. [hands scallop to Clemenza] Feel that, feel it! Just cooked to fuck! Who cooked them?

I did.

Guy! I'd rather you do it with control than try to rush them and create that mess!

(interview) Oh my God. We're done!

Clemenza! CLEMENZA!! Scallops, please! I'm running out of time! [still no response from Clemenza]

(interview) Guy just fumbled on the scallops, and I'm watching Clemenza go down like a body in the East River.

(to Guy) Get that scallop perfect, Guy. Come on, brother.

(interview) It's scallops! I mean, it's scallops!

Scallops, how long?!

Two minutes!

Three minutes!

Three minutes, chef!

Jesus Christ. Royce, get out there and tell them we need an extra five minutes. Hurry up!

Yes, chef.

(presents the second presentation) The swimwear designs of Amanda Ché.

Hey, baby.

Oh, fuck my ass! (interview) Holy fuck! That is sexy!

How the fuck am I supposed to cook with that going on?

[he begins to stare with models] That's what we're gonna deal with? (to himself) I fucked up, don't look. (interview) So, there's a few boobies and stuff like that running around. I see those models, but they're not gonna distract me. I'm focused.

Get those beef in the pan and get them seared!

(interview) My head is in the steaks.

Guy, focus! Guy! Guy! Pan is on fire! Fuck! You're fucking charring now! Look at what are you fuck doing here? It's a filet steak. Hardly any flat, so it needs to be doing beautifully cook with control.

(interview) All Guy had to do was to sear off the beef, and then finish it in the oven, and let them rest. So, it seems very simple and basic, yet he was having a hard time doing that. He tuned out.

Show's almost over, can we get a grip? WAKE UP! (to guy) Wake up, you, yeah?

Yes, chef.

[to blue team] Swordfish!

Fish, right now! Right now!

[brings fish to the pass] Chef, this is hot.

Yeah, I hope it's fucking hot. It's a kitchen, you doughnut. [the swordfish sticks to the tray as he tries to plate it] Oh, guys! Hey! What is this, a fucking... Hey! [bangs tray on workstation; the swordfish falls off] What–what is that? Rubber, overcooked.

One more swordfish! Yeah, yeah, I got it. I got it.

(interview) This is Clemenza's dish on the menu and it's hard for him to execute this dish.

I'm dying for a swordfish!

One swordfish, right here. [looks around the kitchen] I need a plate for the pass, please! Anybody, somebody!

(interview) Clemenza's like a lost cat sometimes. He's just, "doo-doo-doo, doo-doo!" Like, I don't get it!

(to Clemenza) Right here, right here! I got it.

Go, go, go! (interview) I get frazzled, everybody gets fucking frazzled! But, you know what, I got it!