Nilka quotes from Hell's Kitchen

[looking at Andrew's signature dish] Right. Now, what is that?

That's steak tartare. (licks his lips, scary music plays) I guess the inspiration from that came from the fact that I've raised and butchered my own animals...and I like to eat them raw. (the other chefs are shocked by this fact) (interview) When I win this competition, I'm going to buy two walk-in coolers. That's all I want is two walk-in coolers.

Are you some form of Hell's Kitchen Hannibal Lecter?

Maybe. (interview) Then I can start butchering animals, which is what I like to do.

(tastes the tartare) Bland. What a shame. (to Nilka) OK, Nilka, why did you become a chef?

I love cooking. That's my passion. (interview) I'm a single mom with three kids. I want to teach my kids that in order to get something in life, you have to go for it. I know I'm going to win Hell's Kitchen. I will not settle for less.

And this is your...

My sweet and spicy wings.

So, chicken wings?

Uh-huh. This is an old family favorite.

(bites into a wing) Fucking hell, they're hot. My lips are fucking burning!

I apologize, chef.

How much Tabasco did you put in there?

Um, half a bottle.

Half a bottle of Tabasco?!

(whispering) We're screwed.

I apologize.

(drinks water and spits it out) Jesus shit!

Holy shit!

That's going to blow your fucking asshole out, that! Burned my mouth. Nobody gets a point, but the men win. Congratulations, well done.

It's 45 minutes into dinner service, and Chef Ramsay's guarantee to serve every customer is in danger.

(serving tableside) Just be patient and he'll get the entrées out.

He's hopeful that Jamie's first entrée will get things rolling in the right direction.

What in the fuck is that?

More in the oven chef, right?

Oh, leave me alone. Leave me fucking alone. (slams the beef on the stove) Just touch that there. Just all of you put your fingers on there!

Cold, chef.

Yeah, there you go.

Yes, this is very cold.

Come here, you, touch it! It's like cold cream on a fucking hot steak! (Maria laughs, Gordon stares at her) Maria, madam. Let me tell you something. There's nothing right now to laugh about. I can't get sautéed potatoes, and there, you (Stacey), she's on her third time cooking scallops, and you think it's funny?

But...you're right. Right. (laughs again)

Now she's laughing again! What's funny then, Maria?

Chef, nothing's funny.

You're not laughing, no? I'm seeing things. Hey, come here a minute, yeah. Jamie - hey, Fran, come here. You, come here. Hey: you, you, you, fuck off out of here! We'll finish the service. GET OUT! You (Siobhan), on meat!

Chef, I'm not leaving my team, chef!

I'm telling you, if you don't get out, I'll drag you out! Get upstairs to the dorm! Videos, recipes, demos, it's a fucking joke!

Siobhan by herself. Soft boiled egg, how long did you boil it for?

Um I....I just cook them every day chef so I have a very good grasp of how long they are cooked for.

Just answer me the question. How long did you cook it for?

My teammates helped me, chef.

Your teammates helped you?

Yes chef.

I asked you to work on your own. Because I put you out, singled you out thinking that you could cook fucking eggs four ways.

I could and I wanted to.

You were working by yourself. So if you wanted to, why didn't you?

Because there was pressure from my team.

Are you serious?

Not from my team, from Autumn.

Oh, Christ almighty.

I just said, "Let me give you a hand." I can help you make one of the eggs.

Which one of these four eggs did you do?

I did the poached egg, chef.

So you only poached one egg in five minutes?

I did two poached eggs.

One simple instruction, how can I make it any more fucking clearer than that?!

I should've pushed her out of the way and I'm so mad at myself that I didn't. [starts crying] I'm so mad. (interview) I should have not listened to my teammates that were forcing me to do something that I should've known it was wrong to do. And I'm just so mad at myself.

Listen please! You do as I say! Holy Moses!

Siobhan failed to follow his instructions and did not work on her own.

Is that what you're capable of doing?

No, I'm so mad that I didn't step up and push her out of the way.

(interview) Siobhan got flustered and pointed fingers at me. She doesn't have a lot of backbone and under the pressure, she just doesn't know when to shut her mouth.

So you're only going to get credited for the ones you did yourself. So you did the poached egg yes? [tastes] That's delicious, one point.

Thank you, chef.

Fuck off, yes?

Where's the halibut?

Right here, chef. (brings her halibut to the pass)

Let's push!

Dear, oh dear. Siobhan! (returns to the workstation) There you go, come here. Just touch in there, all of you and you as well Jamie.

That's my fault.

Yeah, touch FUCKING THAT!! [violently smashes the halibut] So you're wasting all this time wiping her [Jamie] ass, and making yourself look stupid. Now I've got a raw halibut!

Yes, chef!

What's your dish?

(sighs) We have blood sausage with a prune purée.

Already you look negative.

I'm not pleased with the plate, that's why I don't look happy. I'm really, really not.

Ugh, that's shit. Who in the fuck chose prunes with blood sausage? Talk to me, red team!

(interview) It was his decision to put those items together on the plate, and Scott's trying not to own up to it.

It went completely wrong.

Understatement of the year!

(interview) I knew it. I'd rather have just gone up there with an empty plate, like "voilà, chef!"

That's a fucking disaster. (throws the plate away)

D'oh!

Right, Benjamin. What is that?

We have a pan-roasted pork loin, drizzled with thyme, star anise and baby bok choi. (interview) The dish that we did was a beautiful dish. The pork was fucking gorgeous.

That was delicious. Just... phenomenal.

(interview) I mean, I would have made love to it right there.

Nilka, where's the risotto?

Right here chef.

Nilka, no lobster!

Oh shit! I thought I put lobster in there chef.

Hey madam, you're cursing in front of the children. Hey look at me, I need you to wake up rapidly. Just cook!

Say no more.

With Nilka's risotto stalling the red kitchen, Jean-Philippe distracts the customers.

[goes over to where a little girl is coloring a picture of Gordon on her menu and adding the quote "YOU DONKEY!"] Let me have a look at it. What's on there?

"You donkey."

Yeah but it's not my picture, who's picture is that? Chef Ramsay and you call him donkey.

No, he says it.

Well, whatever Chef Ramsay says now and then, don't use it.

I won't.

When he's out of the kitchen, I keep reminding him, "Chef, you can't do that."

Fran! Fuck! They're overcooked, Fran! Come here! They're rubber, just touch! That's rubber! That's burned to fuck!

(interview) Can't cook freaking scallops? You know, I don't understand.

This is shambolic! It's a disaster! I swear to god, I'll throw every one of you out of here and Andi and I will do the fucking service because this is bullshit!

This shit is just fucked up!

So much for no fucking swearing.

All of you! ALL OF YOU! (Gordon interrupts Holli) That's you ditsy!

For one simple question.

Is that the best roast chicken and is that the best fucking beef requested mid-rare? (grabs Siobhan's hand) I want you to touch it. I want you to touch it! Touch it! Touch it! Touch fucking IT! (throws spoon away)

No.

No, no it's not. The chicken's dry.

Where's the gratin on top?

It got pulled off. It was on there before.

No, it wasn't.

Look at me! Is that the best?

No, chef.

Is that the best?

No, chef.

Is that the best?

No, chef.

Do me a favour: FUCK OFF, ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! And don't you dare switch it off, I'll finish it! Fuck off!

I would love to stay an-

GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT! (throws the chicken into one of the units) GET OUT!

(to herself) I'm sick of this shit.

[follows the red team] GET OUT!

That's really embarrassing. What happened?

[goes into the blue kitchen] Scott, come in here with me and I'll finish this one, please, yeah?

Okay.

Now, Chef Ramsay and his trusted sous chefs, Scott and Andi, will complete the red kitchen's dinner service.

Three spaghetti, one tagliatelle, yes?

Three spaghetti, one t- (sees the mess that the Red team left) Oh, my god! What the fuck did they do to this place?

Yeah, I know.

Wow, they're really bad, huh?

Yep.

While the blue team gets out all the desserts, Chef Ramsay calls the red team back to the kitchen.

All your entrées are served, everything's done. Now come back and do something you're good at, fucking cleaning! At least you'll do something as a team!

The Red Team lost, but there seems to be some confusion as who the nominees should be.

Who is the best chef on the Red Team?

Chef, I feel like I'm the best.

Absolutely not! You just take over and say "Oh well, I did this, I did that!" You want to gloat and rub it in our faces. It's bullshit!

It's not gloating or rubbing it in your face, it's just letting you know the truth.

We don't need to hear it! We've been doing it before you.

None of you guys work in fine dining restaurants.

You could have surprised us, the way you've produced over the last two days.

Oh, thank you Fran. You as well, you've had a pretty easy ride the whole way through.

Yeah?

Injure your hand a little bit, and you get treated like a little fucking princess.

Oh, yeah, okay.

(rolls eyes) Wow. Great team-work there!

Where is the scallops?

How's the scallops?

I had to re-fire one order of scallops.

(goes to Siobhan's station; gets her pan of scallops) Look at this! What are you doing there?

I thought they look golden brown, chef.

Stop, fuck off will you?

I thought they look fine, chef.

You thought they look golden brown.

(interview) They were fucking black.

Take that, yeah?

There are some on here that were fine, chef.

So, where's the fine ones then?

They're right over here.

(interview) Shut the fuck up and cook. 'Yes Chef' and cook. Don't talk, cause he's only going to shove his foot deeper in your ass!

Where are they? Where are they? You've got the nerve to tell me that some of it were fine. (points out some scallops) Wishy-washy, not even seasoned and you know what? More importantly, they're boiled. You DONKEY! Fuck off out! Get out, get out. Get out, there you go. Get out! Fuck off to the bar and eat it!

And Chef Ramsay has sent her to the dining room to eat her mistakes.

All of you, come here! Pink chicken. Not just pink but fucking raw! And you what? Not even cooked. Raw, raw, RAW!! (smashes the chicken on the plate)

(interview) It's sliced! You could obviously see that's fucking raw. You can't send up raw chicken no matter what.

(to Nilka) I would expect you 10x more when you tell me the chicken's raw!

(interview) Aaarrrggghhh! Why? I tried so hard, I don't want to fuck up tonight!

It's not fair! You can't just do that! The chicken's raw!!

You're right.

Morning guys.

Morning chef.

Chicken gorgonzola yes? One of the dishes that's featured on the brunch menu at Claridge's. Now have a little taste.

Nilka, what's it taste like?

It melts in your mouth.

The chicken is delicious.

I can see the tomatoes lighten up the sauce.

Big bold spices.

You like it?

Yeah, I love it.

Delicious.

Good.....The dish that all of you enjoyed was in fact....frozen fucking food.

Wow. (interview) Oh, I feel like a complete ass right now. Oh, completely.

The chicken was cooked about... [slams the chicken on the counter] three and a half months ago. Freshness? Vibrant? Excitement? All I did was put it in a microwave!

In retrospect, the only thing that I would question was the chicken.

Oh.

I thought the chicken tasted a little watery.

OH, COME ON!!! (throws his towel on the floor)

(interview) Ok, fine. I fell for it. Hook, line and sinker.

(to Sous-chef Andi) Look at this, Look. It's raw. Nilka?

Yes, chef?

The lobster is raw. [Nilka groans] Come here, madam, come here. Just touch it will you?

I just took it out of the pan.

Look at me. Look at me, put it down! Put it down! Look at me, LOOK AT ME! [Nilka puts the lobster down] OUT! GET OUT! Benjamin!

Oui, chef?

One lobster. Nilka!

Fuck!

GET OUT!

I'M GOING!

(interview) He was annnnngry!

Madam! Hey, madam! (cuts to Autumn while she slaps her cheek in an interview) MADAM!

(sulkily) Yes, chef?

TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF AND FUCK OFF!

NO, CHEF, DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE!

(interview) Nilka just kept getting hit like a ship by torpedo after torpedo after torpedo, and it finally just - she just sunk to the bottom of the ocean. And Chef said just - she needed to go.

CHEF, PLEASE. Chef, please don't say that. Oh my fucking GOD. [picks up a "wet floor" sign and slams it on the corridor]

Fucking hell. (to the chefs) Now pick it up!

Yes, chef.

With Nilka gone, the kitchen jumps into action.

Two minutes to the window.

Two minutes, chef!

But Nilka isn't ready to leave just yet.

Let's go, Scott please?... [sees Nilka] Nilka!

Chef...

No, no, no. I'm in the middle of service. Take your jacket off and get out of Hell's Kitchen. I've had enough. I-I can't do it, okay?

Please!

Nilka, don't do this to me. They're under pressure, we're under pressure. Take your jacket off and get out!

I want to still cook and prove myself, chef. (interview) And I won't stop, no, 'cos this is my dream, this is my fucking destiny, and this is what I want.

[reading off a ticket] Turbot, wellington...

I want to cook!

Lobster, turbot, wellington, beef. Let's go.

I don't want to leave like this, chef.

Oh, fuck me. Fucking hell.

Let me go to my station.

(interview) Nilka wouldn't leave. She was asked to leave one time, then leave. Get the hell out of here.

Please? I can do this shit!

Turbot, lobster, wellington, beef. Nilka!

I want to cook!

GET OUT!

I want to cook! I can do this! Please!

Hey, guys, I'm telling you now, do something for me. Get her OUT OF HERE!

Nilka, you got to go.

Benjamin!

Oui chef.

Get her out!

You got to go! When chef tells you to go, you got to go.

Go, go, go! (interview) Hurricane Nilka just had an absolute category five meltdown.

Oh my fucking God. I don't want to leave.

Nilka, get out.

GET YOUR JACKET OFF AND GET OUT!

This is so fucked up. I gave my whole life for this shit. (interview) It hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to take my jacket off. (walking out) Fucking bullshit. (interview) It it - oh, it's just... it pisses me off that it went down like this, it really really did. It really really did.

Dinner service has been completed with time to spare and the diners are off to the theater. (cuts to Nilka packing her bags) But they aren't the only ones exiting Hell's Kitchen in a hurry.

(interview) You know it hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't... I came here for a reason. [sheds a tear]

I was hoping I'd get to see you again.

Listen, I just want to say that you walk out of here with your head up high. Sadly, you're not ready to take that head chef's job. But what you are ready to continue doing is following your dream. Don't stop that.

I'm not, I'm just so mad at myself because I think I was ready. But tonight proved otherwise.

Listen, you have done phenomenally well. I've never come out here to say goodbye, but I wanted to make the effort to say goodbye and to say thank you.

(tearfully) Thank you.

Come here. [they both hug each other] Thank you. Yes. [opens the passenger side door of the taxi] Now, one more thing.

Yes, chef?

Your jacket.

No, you don't have to.

[laughing] Your jacket.

[laughing] I don't want to. [hands over her chef's jacket] Thank you, chef.

Good night, my love.

Good night.

Well done. (as the taxi starts up) Head up high.

I will. Always.