Rochelle quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Hello! (interview) My name is Rochelle.

Okay, well, first of all... [Rochelle starts laughing] What is so funny?

I don't know! (laughs) I think I laugh a little when I'm nervous! (interview) I am definitely nervous and very excited for Chef Ramsay to try my food. (to Gordon) It is a sautéed chicken. (interview; laughs) (to Gordon) It's something my mom made growing up, so it's something that stuck with me.

Yeah, it's definitely stuck with me, but all in the wrong way.

Oh... [audience laughs]

OK, young man?

My name's Ralph. I'm special because I have a spark in my ass and - [audience laughs]

[smiling, about to laugh] You should get somebody to look at that!

Walking with risotto.

Where's the - where's the lobster?

Coming right now, chef. Lobster, drop the lobster, Joy.

(points to Nicole) Stop right there! Did you just say "drop the lobster"?

Yes, I did, chef.

(to Nicole and Joy) Come here, you two. (points to Sandra) You, come here. (to Nicole) The lobster is not even in. How long is it going to take you to cook that lobster tail?

45 seconds, chef.

Really?

Yes.

Do you know, what? Get me a lobster cooked in 45 seconds. Your time starts now.

(interview) Good luck, best wishes.

15 seconds gone.

(interview) The pressure's on. On!

30 seconds gone.

(interview) It's like, "Oh, my gosh! Cook faster!"

40 seconds gone. Time! [Joy brings her lobster tail to the workstation]

(interview) Here we go!

(slicing the lobster) Cold. Touch it in the middle. Cold and raw.

(interview) Oops.

Chef, I did not hear from risotto.

You didn't hear?

The communication is fucked up.

Communication, yeah, it's really fucked up. Let me communicate something really clear to you. (points to Joy, Nicole and Sandra) You, you, you, fuck off upstairs! I'M DONE! GET OUT!! Hope you heard that one.

They're raw.

They're fucking cold.

And they're fucking cold. Beth, the lobster’s still RAW! (Brings lobster tail to the workstation) All of you, COME HERE!

Oh, God.

A raw lobster tail. No, no, no, NO! [throws the lobster tail away on the workstation] I don't know where to go! (to Nicole and Simone) Both of you have given up (to Bev and Beth) and you two are shit! WHERE DO I GO?!!

(interview) Beth, I just told you. Like make sure that’s the temperature.

Can I have two risotto and two lobster?!

Yes, chef!

In the Red kitchen...

THE APPETIZER SECTION IS A FRICKIN' DISASTER!

Yes, chef!

Chef Ramsay is still waiting for Nicole and Simone to deliver an acceptable lobster risotto.

(to Joy) How does that make you feel?

Disappointed chef.

Oh, fuck.

(interview) It's one thing to be frustrated, but I think Nicole is feeling a little bit defeated.

Walking with the risotto. [brings her risotto to the pass]

(interview) You know, Nicole? If you feel like you have no more to give, then maybe you should go home.

[returns and slams the risotto on the workstation] All of you, stop. That is so fucking peppery, it's actually started discolouring. (to Simone and Nicole) You two, get out. (to Rochelle) Rochelle, get on the appetisers. (to Joy) Joy, get on the fucking appetisers.

Yes, chef.

Hey ladies, come here. Beth, that's you.

(interview) Oh, no.

The halibut is still raw. Just touch the skin, Beth. Move, it doesn't mind. It's dead. Soggy and cooked to fuck.

(interview) I don't understand why Beth and Bev couldn't pull it together for the life of them.

[angrily throws his towel in the workstation] SHIT. BYE-BYE. GET OUT!

(interview; sighs, then pretends to faint)

Please be right.

(on Sandra's wellingtons) Wellington cooked perfectly!

Thank you chef.

(on Bev's halibut) It's just gets worse. All of you, come here. Yeah, just touch that one first.

It's overcooked.

That's overcooked, now touch that one.

Undercooked.

What are we fucking doing to each other? To the Red team? What are we doing? All of you, GET OUT!

Yes, chef!

Fucking nuts I get thrown out. (interview) Tonight, all my dishes come out perfect! This sucks! It's just flat-out sucks!

In the Blue kitchen, Gabriel is unusually quiet.

Let's go, guys.

Gabriel, I miss your happy humor.

Maybe, a little too quiet.

I don't like this whole quiet thing.

I'm focused.

(interview) Gabriel is just like moping around like, I don't know. I don't know what he's dealing with, but he better snap out of it before dinner service starts.

You seem depressed. You don't seem focused. I don't like it.

What's on your mind, Gabriel?

Do you want me to kiss you?

I don't know.

(standing near the pantry) Gabriel, two seconds please.

(interview) Man, the service hasn't started yet, I'm about to get my ass chewed.

One big concern I have with you is that there's no fightback.

Yes, chef.

When you get in the weeds tonight, honestly you bounce back. You're still in the game. I have not given up on you.

I haven't given up chef.

Nothing would make me happier to see you rise and absolutely nail the service tonight, okay?

Yes, chef.

Let's go.

In the Blue kitchen, Rochelle is ready with her first entrées.

Oh, fucking hell. That is pink.

Well, almost ready.

Rochelle?

Yes, chef?

Pink chicken. Come on, get it back in the oven or a pan! Braise it, let's go! Pink!

(interview) You just do not fucking serve raw chicken. That's just 101.

(to Rochelle) How long on your chicken refire?

I need thirty seconds. Sorry guys, that will not happen again.

One salmon, you have to walk with that welli.

And while Kashia hustles her salmon to the pass,

Wellingtons, where are they?

Ten minutes left on those two wellingtons.

Ten minutes?

Yes, chef.

Anton appears to be in no particular hurry.

Is there any way you guys can talk to each other? She's [Kashia] running over the salmon, (to Kashia; points to Anton) he's fucking ten minutes away!

(interview) What do you do when there's no protein? You're standing there and waiting to get cursed out some more because that's all you can do. These two men, they suck!

(goes to Kashia's station and returns her salmon) Hey, here's your salmon. You cooked them properly this time, unfortunately, you're miles away.

Thanks to Anton, Kashia must sacrifice her perfectly cooked salmon and cook another one. Meanwhile, back in the Blue kitchen...

[while cutting her wellingtons] Oh, I think I need a bread knife.

(goes to Rochelle's station) Wait, Rochelle.

Rochelle's wellingtons have caught Chef Ramsay's eye.

(interview) Oh, crap! Please, please be perfectly cooked. Please be cooked at all. Do not be blue or purple inside.

(slicing the wellingtons) Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

Okay.

Sauce, please.

Okay.

You've never worked in a professional kitchen on the line before you come here?

Never ever.

You cook like you've been working in a kitchen for five years.

Oh, thank you chef. (interview) To be complimented by Chef Ramsay, I mean for him to take me seriously as a potential candidate for a head chef, [brings her sauce to the pass] Walking with my wellington sauce. (interview) that blows my mind. It really does.

Rochelle, that's beautifully cooked.

Yes!

Thank you chef.

Back in the Blue kitchen, communication and teamwork are at an all-time high.

Walking wellington garnish in twenty seconds.

Last table, guys. Salmon, wellington yes?

Yes, chef!

Wellington. (brings her wellingtons to the pass)

Salmon walking behind. (brings his salmon to the pass)

(brings his garnishes to the pass) Walking with garnish.

Two wellington?

Two wellington.

Blue team!

Yes, chef?

All of you, come here!

Hey you guys, come up here.

(interview) Oh, fuck! What went wrong?

Just look at the standard. Seriously, I had some good services in my time in Hell's Kitchen, but nothing quite as good as tonight. That is immaculate. Great job. Well done.

Thank you chef.

Great job, team. (interview) WHOOOO! Best service so far. Holy shit, I called it, too! I mean, I can jump into the Red team tomorrow and have a great service. I can jump back into the Blue team mid-service and have a great service. (to Rochelle) Told you I'd make a difference on your team!

You did!

(interview) Oh, no. I'm next. I'm–I'm the last one. Like, the situation just got so real. If I don't come through, that makes Chef Ramsay look bad because he put his faith in us.

[whispering to Joy] Joy, take it home.

Let's go, Joy, please. Thank you.

[to the judges] Hello.

Hi.

Alright, what have we got?

We have a seared duck breast, and on top of that are some oven-roasted figs and mushrooms...and some Swiss chard for your veggie.

What was your inspiration behind the dish?

[pause] Uh...my inspiration was actually just cooking things I never cooked before. I never cooked duck, never cooked Swiss chard. I don't eat blackberries.

Huh?

I ate a fig for the first time here.

So you cooked for us stuff you've never cooked before to get on the calendar?

Damn!

Seriously? Fuck me. [slaps Rochelle's black jacket]

(interview) I'm gonna get my black jacket! It's right there in the center, I can see it! It's so pretty!

Uh, let's go. Paul.

Aesthetically, the dish looked amazing. The whole dish itself eats very well. There's balance, you get the acidity. I like it a lot.

Thank you.

Rock, how was that?

Flavor from top to bottom, it looked beautiful. The balance with that fruit...that's absolutely amazing.

Thank you.

Nice. Dana, what do you think?

I think this is the first dish that I've tasted and said, "Wow, this is delicious."

Rock, give us a number, please. One to five.

I'm just gonna go with a five.

Wow! Wow, wow, wow. Paul, one to five, please.

I'm gonna go five.

Wow. Dana.

I'm gonna give it a five also.

Thank you!

I thought the dish was delicious. I'm gonna give it a four. Great job, well done.

Thank you, thank you! (interview) You know, thank you, chef. But I already got my black jacket! [laughs]

Nineteen out of twenty! [Joy runs up and hugs Kashia]

Nice job, Joy!

Oh, fucking hell, man. All of you, STOP!! Hey, HEY!!! Come here! QUICK!! The one table I begged for absolute perfection, touch that! Look at these here! How can I serve that?! Secondly, it's overcooked! Touch them! COME ON!! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Gabriel! Of all the tables!

(under her breath) Ohh, gosh.

Fuck me, man!

You got it, Gabriel. Don't worry. (interview) Gabriel, this is like Minnie Driver's table. Get it together! (to Gabriel) Let us know Gabriel if you need help.

(to the servers) Go with that please, guys.

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.

Garnish for the halibut, please? I'll take, I'll take!

Garnish needs about 90 seconds to finish these shrimp off.

Walking with the halibut. [brings her halibut to the pass]

[throws his spoon away] I need the garnish for the halibut before the halibut! Shit!

I know, chef.

Well if you know, why doesn't Joy know?

What?! What am I...? I don't understand what you're saying!

OK, come here! Come here. I would like the garnish... look at me. Look at me!

Chef, I--

Can I finish my sentence? Plain English: I would like the garnish for the halibut, before the halibut.

Chef, I just... I... I...

Yes or no! You want to pick an argument? I'm ready!

(walking away) Can I finish cooking, chef?

Hey, young lady! If you're in a mood, don't take it out on my food.

(throws her cooking cloth away) I'm done.

You're done?!

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

Joy, stop.

Fuck you. I'm done with this shit. [removes her apron, throws it aside and leaves the kitchen]

Joy, no! Joy, come here!

Oh my God.

She left. She left, she walked off.

And he went chasing after her. I've never seen anything like this.

What a selfish attitude! One thing wrong and you run away. Absolutely phenomenal.

I'm trying to tell you--

No, you're not telling me!

You're not even listening to me! I'm--

No, you're not! You're arguing! You're arguing, you're shouting...

I'm done!

Hey, I know you're done. It shows in your cooking.

Okay, fine. Fuck you. (returns to the dorms)

Get out! Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.

So did that really happen?

I guess.

(laughs) I think we wrecked this place by ordering halibut!

(interview) I can't believe what was just happening. She just blew it. Over a fish. (in the kitchen) I don't understand that. (interview) Chicks, man.

She'd better not give up.

No, she'd better not. (interview) I'm just like "Please, walk back in with Chef!" [Gordon returns to the kitchen alone; Melanie and Rochelle look dismayed] (interview) But... no! No!

Melanie!

Yes, chef.

On the fish station, please.

Yes, chef.

And, excuse me! Everybody!

Yes, chef?

That is not the attitude I expect at this stage of the game, let me tell you!

Where's my remoulade for my beef?

[walks to the pass] Here, chef.

[checks bowl] Hey, this isn't even mixed!

Oh, fuck me.

This isn't even mixed, Jessica! Let's go! Come on!

Scott's team, nothing coming out! (to Scott) This is a fucking mess. A big mess.

(interview) Nothing's coming out of that station. It's ridiculous, you know? My whole life is falling off a cliff. (in the kitchen) Oh, man. (interview) We just can't afford anything else to happen.

[to Scott] I got the garnish coming. Here's this. It's on a hot plate, though.

[checks fries with Gordon] Dammit.

They're not crispy.

(interview, sighs and facepalms)

They're fucking–they're not even crispy. I don't know why she's doing that.

[to his team] Hey, STOP! STOP!! Jessica!

Yeah?

GO!

No, no! Please, chef!

Go! Don't talk to me anymore. I want you out. Go. (interview) Jessica wasn't getting any better from start to finish. I can't do it anymore, man. That's it.

(sighs) Fuck.

Rochelle!

Yes?

Take control of this station now, please.

Yes, chef.