Christina Wilson quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Christina Wilson

I need one lobster for double risotto I told them two by two, two by two and two by two.

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.

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 a half portion of fucking cod. Where's the other half gone?

Yeah.

Stop, all of you! [raises a piece of cod] That's barely a portion and where's that going?

Christina Wilson

Fuck!

Ugh! I didn't realize they shrink down that much, chef.

It's a bit like your brain. Not only it has shrunk, but it has disappeared! Can I have two New York strip and two full portions of cod?!

Yes, chef!

Hey, [returns to the workstation] all of you, come here. Taste that, yeah? Just fucking taste that. How does that taste?

Undercooked and not seasoned.

(to Christina) How does that, you? Tell me.

Christina Wilson

I just spit it out chef.

Oh, really?

It was undercooked chef. Sorry.

So you're rushing and cooking bland food! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Come on, Danielle!

It's coming chef.

Are you putting these all in one thing?

Yeah. [puts her meat into Dana's tray of fish; Dana brings them to the pass]

Look, hey look. Fish and meat on the same tray. Meat dripping into the fish, fish dripping into the meat.

(interview) I said to her, "where do you want me to put these. To all in this one tray?" She's like, "yeah, sure. Put it on that tray."

Who put that on there? That's disgusting. Who done that?

(interview) I'm waiting on Dana to say she did it because that bitch did it!

How can you put that onto one fucking tray? [throws his spoon away]

(interview) I think Kimmie need to grow some balls. It's your station, man up!

Who put that on there? Was it a ghost? Somebody tell me what is happening! Fucking idiots!

I did, chef!

Fucking tray! [throws his spoon away]

(interview) Dana fucking put that shit on there. I said, "I did it," to Chef Ramsay because it was my station, but it was her fault.

Christina

[to Kimmie] Go ahead.

Move! [shoves Christina Wilson away]

Christina Wilson

O–Okay!

I got it! Move! Get off my station!

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!

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!"

The red team is stuck on their last two tickets.

How long Tiff?

I don't know exactly.

Still waiting for Tiffany's undercooked potato garnish.

Christina Wilson

(interview) You should know that they were your potatoes. That was your component right? That was your idea for the menu right?

I'm sorry. What do you want me to say? Don't give me that look!

Don't get an attitude with me! You're killing my steaks!

I don't know, Kimmie. I don't know.

Tiffany,

Sorry.

No, you're not!

Yes I am!

No, you're fucking not!

Yes I am.

You're the sloppiest cook I've ever seen in my whole entire life!

Sorry.

No, you're not!

Okay, I'm not.

You have such a fucking attitude! Why don't you take a walk? And Dana take over her section.

Yes, chef.

(leaves) Have fun. (interview) Okay, look at Tiffany. Let's make fun of her. I don't care about anything apparently. So, what the fuck? You all just made me look like a fucking idiot. Bye! (cries)

Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Oh, Jesus. [returns to the workstation] Aaaahhh. I could cry. I could just... I could just cry. [throws his spoon]

Christina Wilson

Agh - fuck.

[knocks the workstation with both hands] STOP! Come here, you. Let me show you something: I've got raw, raw fucking catfish there.

Christina Wilson

Ah...

Then there's burnt shit there.

(interview) What are you thinking, Kimmie? This is not happening! NO!

(points to each member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, GET OUT! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!

Christina Wilson

Fuck!

Hey (Christina), hey! Yeah, touch! [tosses a piece of catfish to Christina] That's the raw bits!

Christina Wilson

Yeah, I see it, chef. I see it.

Fucking disgrace! GET OUT!

Christina Wilson

(interview) We didn't finish service because of that fucking fish station. It was supposed to Kimmie's time to shine. I don't fucking get it.

(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.

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]