Scott Commings quotes from Hell's Kitchen

(groans)

(to Gabriel) Big boy, come here, you. All of you, just touch the scallops! They're bullets, they're rubber bullets! Look at the color of them. It's overcooked, rubber shit! (to DeMarco and Gabriel) What are you two doing?! [angrily smashes the scallops and a scream is heard faintly; to the Blue team] Fuck off out of here. GET OUT!! All of you, GET OUT! I'm done!

(interview) Dude, we got kicked out of the kitchen. It's really fucking frustrating!

Chef, can I stay?

GET OUT!!

(on Gabriel's chicken; finds that it's raw) Oh, my God. ALL OF YOU.

Yes, chef?

[angrily knocks his hand on the workstation] COME HERE. Pink chicken. PINK FUCKING CHICKEN. [angrily throws the chicken away; on Scott's halibut] Raw halibut. And it's cold in the middle.

Fucking halibut. FUCK. [throws his spoon away; Gordon angrily smashes the halibut]

(interview) Scott rushed Gabriel to the pass with raw chicken, but the fish wasn't done. Come on, dude.

(to Gabriel) Do you want to eat that?

No, chef.

Why?

It's raw chef.

Oh, (points to the customers) so they deserve to eat that?

No, chef.

We're going to come back right now chef.

GET A GRIP!

Yes, chef.

I've got the lamb. Where's the halibut?

The halibut! Where's the halibut?

The halibut is two and a half minutes away chef.

Hey, stop. [drops his spoon] Stop. So the halibut's two and a half, (to Chris) come here you. (to Scott) Hey you, come here you and why you can't talk to him?

Fuck!

(to Chris) I WANT TO KNOW, CHRIS!!

He (Scott) never told me he was slicing the lamb.

No--!

(to Scott) COME HERE YOU! WHAT IS THIS?

No, chef.

We're just shooting ourselves in the foot! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Fuck off out of here! GET OUT! GET OUT!

Fuck!

(interview) We didn't finish a service, not once, not twice, but the THIRD FUCKING TIME. I mean, it's just fucking embarrassing.

Sorry, man. I'm banning DeMarco.

Yeah, me, too. (interview) Right from the get-go, DeMarco's done shit. I mean, you can see a good chef and a shitty chef from a mile away.

Gabriel?

Based off tonight, I did good, Chris did bad.

Mark my words, I'm not dead weight, guys. I guaran-fucking-tee that. (interview) I own everything and anything that I do in that kitchen. I know I could've done better, but Mike, he's poison for the team. Keep DeMarco, keep me, but get fucking Mike outta here! (to Mike) If I'm getting all the elements composed, you're seasoning my fucking fish at this point. And that's all you did for me tonight.

Wait, wait, wait! I gotta say something! Chris wanted to fucking be the first guy to leave!

You know what they say? One person just works in the other. It doesn't, you fucking idiot!

(to Mike) If you don't see me do something, you're my man. You're listening to every fucking order being called out and you're watching what my hands are doing.

Alright, the guy that's cooking is supposed to be cooking!

(to Mike) Both of you are responsible!

Yeah!

But if he's saying that he didn't do it right, you're his fucking backbone!

He's been trying to sabotage our whole team, he sucks so bad!

I think we should send Gabriel up because he did just as much on hot apps as I did on fucking fish.

What?! Are you fucking crazy?! You stood there like a bitch! Just standing there watching him!

That's right. I did.

(to Mike) GO BACK TO THE GROCERY STORE, MOTHERFUCKER! Back to the grocery store, and keep working there, you little bitch!

(to Jason) Fuck you! You loud-mouthed, fucking doughboy bitch!

Oh, really?! You're fatter than me, you little motherfucking piece of shit!

I don't give a fuck!

Seriously?! Fuck you, man!

Come on! Guys, come on!

Jay, Jay! GUYS, NO!!

Hey, hey! Hey, Mike!

(to Jason) You got one shot! One shot and you'll be dead before you even fucking register with your little fucking brain!

(to Jason) Come on, man.

(to Jason) He's not worth it!

He doesn't–HE WORKS AT A GROCERY STORE!

I know, exactly!

(to Jason) You can talk all the shit you want, bro!

Guys, listen! Listen!

That's it, that's done! THAT'S DONE!!

(interview) Tonight's service was a nightmare for me. It was pathetic. (back in the kitchen) [he slips] Ohhh! Fuuuuuck... Fuckin' Scott, dropping oil.

Of course it was my fault! I've seen it all now in Hell's Kitchen. I think I might have seen it all.

[finds that there's only 14 scallops] I'm short one.

You're short of one. Yeah, fuck me. Kashia!

Yes, chef?

Three times five?

(interview) Uhm, I'm having a brain freeze.

Three five's?

Three times five 15, chef.

I've got 14 scallops!

I'm sorry about that chef.

(to Scott) Scott, get me a scallop on!

Yes, chef! Right now! Give me a minute and a half, chef!

Hurry up!

Chicken, chef.

(checks Anton's chicken) That is pink, right?

Yeah.

Hey Scott! You sliced the chicken, yes?

Yes, chef!

Look, pink there. I'm showing you there.

Yes, chef.

That's two minutes under!

(interview) I wasn't really responsible for that. I was just trying to help and do whatever I could for the team. I sliced the chicken, that's it.

You sliced it, right?

Yes, I did chef. Yes and I didn't see that part right there. Give me twenty seconds chef!

Oh, fuck off. Chicken, Scott?

Yes, chef! Twenty seconds!

Back in the Red kitchen, Kashia is ready once again with her salmon.

[brings her salmon to the pass] Two salmon.

Two salmon, two fucking wellington!

But is Anton ready with his beef wellingtons?

I need two wellingtons cut.

Wellingtons, are they ready to go?

They're sitting right there, cut them off for me, please.

(slicing the wellingtons) Shit.

These are overcooked.

Yeah, fuck.

Wellington, let's go!

(slicing another wellington) That's overcooked too, man. Those are all over.

Oh, god-damn it!

Hello?!

Those are my two newest. I've got a replacement.

Hey, hey, hey anything?!

I'm checking! There are some of them that are over chef! I'm working on it right now!

(interview) It was like a little wellington cemetery tonight for sure. Like, you know how expensive those things are?

(goes to Anton's station) Stop! All of you, stop! Anton, these are not a little over.

That's way over, yes. Obviously, I screwed it up with the oven. Next door's oven, I got it down bad, this one I screwed it up.

Oh, fuck me.

(interview) I just don't understand making an excuse for an oven, or whatever. I mean, it doesn't matter.

What is your process?

Normally next door, it's 18 minutes, five minutes on the side. I let it rest for another five minutes--.

Stop yelling at me! I've told them it's 14 minutes. Done, that's it.

I understand that chef. (interview) Don't think I'm going to let some little girl get into my face and start ripping a new ass, because you got issues on being a woman in the kitchen. (to Sous-chef Andi) I was just saying that this is way overcooked.

Stop talking back!

(interview) You will not break me and I'm going to just going to piss you off more on purpose.

Anton, fucking pull it together!

I have it together, chef!

[angrily gets into Anton's face] DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK BACK TO ME!! DON'T YOU EVER TALK BACK TO ME!

I'm not talking back to you!

YES, YOU ARE! Pull it together! You're fucking doing this on purpose!

Anton, cut it yo!

(interview) He crossed the line. She's in charge. Unh-unh, you don't do that. You don't even rock like that.

Shut up and say "Yes, chef!"

Yes, chef.

Anton, come here! [throws his spoon away; leads Anton to the pantry]

(interview) Anton's out of control, he's going down in flames.

Get in here!

(interview) I don't see it getting any better for him here.

[angrily slams the door] What the fuck are you doing?! You've got to keep it together!

I do have it together, I have a clear head on it.

But the wellingtons are way out of control! You're not communicating, your head's in the fucking sand, and at this moment now I need you to rise and get it back together!

Yes, chef.

Let's go!

Yes, chef!

Plate up, guys! Let's go. [sees Joy still plating her dish while everyone else walks to the pass to present] Joy. Everybody had thirty minutes, you're still plating.

[sighs] It don't even matter! It's not even done!

What do you mean it doesn't matter?

[on the verge of tears] 'Cause it's not even done! It's not done! The meat isn't even done!

So whose fault is that, then?!

Joy! [pause] Joy, when you ignore me like that, it's a sign of bad manners. [as Joy walks back to the pass] Come here. Compose yourself! Joy!

[crying] It's just, I'm not happy with my dish at all. Like none of it! I'm not happy, I'm not pleased with myself!

You've got to keep it together.

Can all of you take ten seconds and just polish your plates?

(interview) I feel bad for Joy. She was definitely emotional about her pork. [to Joy] It's good. (interview) She felt she could've done more, and we all feel like that.

Fucking plate was raw.

Hey, hey. The pork's gonna rest. It will be good, okay? It's already done.

(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!

Scott! Why did you put three in when there's two away?

(starts stuttering) Becau-- I-- I wa-- I was-- I apologize, chef.

Oh, he didn't even answer me! [throws his spoon away]

No, chef! There was two away! There's one following right behind it.

But it's not FIRED, IDIOT!! CHICKEN, WELLINGTON, TWO HALIBUT! THAT'S IT!

I apologize.

TWO HALIBUT AWAY, AND YOU STICK THREE IN! AND THEN YOU SAY THERE'S ONE GOING NEXT WHEN THERE FUCKING ISN'T!

I got it chef.

Oh, man! That's burned.

Yeah, that's for Minnie, too.

Scott! Come here you. That's burned. For Minnie Driver. Burned! The charity table!

Chef, I apologize.

Young man, you're making mistake after mistake, what you're doing is pissing me off!

I'm sorry, chef.

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!

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.