Gabriel quotes from Hell's Kitchen

What is he doing? It's just a soft shit. [returns to the workstation] Hey, just touch that. Just touch the skin! You can't give me crispy salmon!

(interview) Oh, my God! What a freaking idiot! Crispy skin, it's simple! It's simple as a physics!

(to Scott in the Red kitchen) Hey, Scott!

Yes, chef?

Come here you! (to Gabriel) And you as well. This is painful! Seriously painful!

(interview) Oh, fuck man! Chef Ramsay's pissed. This is not good!

[leads Scott and Gabriel to the pantry and slams the door] What the fuck are you two doing?! You're out of fucking control!

No, chef!

(to Scott) You knew you went over, and you still bring it to me!

No, chef! I didn't think I held it that far!

[throws the tray away] You still brought it to me!

I apologize, chef. I didn't mean to do that.

(to Gabriel) And your skin is soft!

Yes, chef.

You two, ready to go?

No, chef!

WAKE UP!

Yes, chef!

All of you, COME HERE! [throws his spoon away] Yeah! Oh, really?! What next?! What possibly could be wrong?! The salmon is fucking raw! It's raw and it's stone-fucking-cold! [throws the salmon on the tray; to Gabriel] STOP! YOU ARE DONE! The competition for you is over! GET OUT!

Yes, chef. [tries to return to the dorms]

Hey, young man! [points to the front entrance] FRONT DOOR! GET OUT!

(interview) Crap, that's a bad way to leave.

(to the Blue team) Sorry, team.

GET OUT!

(sees Gabriel going through the dining room) Ohh!

That fucked me, man.

(interview) You can just be thrown out of that kitchen. It's that late in the game and it's that serious.

(follows Gabriel outside the restaurant) Uh, Gabriel.

Yep?

Sorry, man.

It was a pleasure. (shakes JP's hand)

Listen, pleasure was ours. However, I need your jacket. [Gabriel removes his chef's jacket]

It just didn't go my way tonight. It's just one bad service too many. Instead of getting a black jacket, they took my blue jacket. My fucking heart hurts right now because it was this fucking close.

[tastes spinach brought by Sandra] COME ON! This is bitter and there is no salt in this!

Fuck.

Come on! [drops spoon in Sandra's pot] Make it better!

(to Sandra) Add more salt quickly! (interview) Sandra, get your shit together! If I was running that kitchen tonight, I would've thrown her pan, ripped off her apron, and made her get the fuck out of the kitchen. Like, how has Jason not done that?

(to Gordon) It's not just falling apart. This is going too slow, but this is the last table, and...

Well, wake up.

What is going on with the garnish here?! This is not that hard!

(to Sandra) Is there an answer there or not?

(sighs) Fuck me.

It's like talking to a fucking brick wall.

Come on!