Benjamin quotes from Hell's Kitchen

While the red team gets a pep talk from Autumn, over in the blue kitchen, Chef Ramsay looks for Benjamin to maintain Hell's Kitchen's standards.

Hey, guys, get a grip, huh? And you start tasting stuff, huh?

Yes, chef. (tastes the risotto and puts the spoon back in it.)

Ah, fuck me. Hey, Benjamin!

Yes, chef?

Come here! There's customers standing right over there.

Yes, chef.

You're tasting the food and putting the spoon back in it!

Yes, chef. (interview) I stirred it. I tasted it. I stirred it again instead of dropping my spoons in the water.

You can't stand there and eat the food and dip it with your fucking saliva in there and then serve it! I'm not serving that!

Throw it away, let's start again, yeah?

Benjamin's performance has left a bad taste in Chef Ramsay's mouth.

Capellini, risotto, one scallops. How long?

Five minutes, chef.

Five minutes? Get your rice in there!

Yes, chef.

You're cooking the risotto with no fucking rice in there! How's that possible?

It's not possible, chef.

The fucking rice has to go in before the stock!

Yes, chef.

(interview) Benjamin, is a shit chef. He can't even cook a fucking risotto. He's a chef.

What's Salvatore doing? Put it down. It's a cold pan. You got to get the pan hot first. This is basic now!

Yes, chef.

You can't put fucking cold food into a cold pan. It absorbs the olive oil. So in the center of the potato, it's like eating a mouthful of grease!

Yes, chef. Sorry chef.

There's two of you on there. How long?....He's not even listening! (calls out Salvatore and Benjamin) Hey, do me a fa - come here, you! Hey, you as well! (Calling out to blue-haired Jay) Hey, where's fucking Smurf? SMURF! Come here, will you. You and you, fuck off, will you? Get out! Piss off! I'm not going to stand here and struggle time after time!

(interview) I don't know what happened. I got lost with the freaking appetizers.

Fuck off up to the dorm, GET OUTTA HERE!

(interview) Maybe he don't likes the way I talk. I don't know. He don't likes me, who knows? Maybe he don't likes Italian people.

Salvatore! [pause] That's the wellington cooked perfectly.

Thank you, chef.

Where is the fucking chicken?

(to Jason) The chicken?

[slices chicken breast and sees that it's raw] Fuck! Should be ready. Damn!

Hold it, you got to get that chicken to the window!

I got it.

(interview) He's always, "I got it. I got it. I got it." You ain't got shit out.

Where's the fucking chicken? Jason, can you talk to me please?

Yes, chef!

Where's the fucking CHICKEN?

Two minutes, chef.

[throws a spoon] Oh fuck off. [sees what Jason is doing] Is that - oh, fuck off! I'm not cooking like that.

(interview) He was rushing his chicken. The chicken wasn't even ready. Jason's not taking care of business. He totally fucked us.

Come here you. So the fucking chicken's raw, yeah, and you're frying it like a fucking first class - look at that. That's your best?

No, chef! (interview) Yes, chef, I fucked the chicken up! He got in my face. I took it like a man. Started over with a brand new chicken.

Fine dining?

No, chef!

A fine fucking MESS! [kicks the bin]

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.

With the clock running out on their two hours...

Come on guys, you got 25 minutes to go yes?

...the blue team is moving quickly but not carefully.

[finds fried chicken along with fries in the fryer] All of you, come here! [gets the fryer and slams it on the stove] So who's the fucking smart-arse? Who's the fucking smart-arse?

I put the chicken in there chef.

What, with the fries?

I just dropped the chicken in the fries chef.

Let's go! Go with the chicken! Come on!

Jason! Jason, look at me!

Yes, chef! I'm looking.

It's not fucking good enough!

Yes, chef!

It's a fucking fine dining restaurant, yeah? Not a fucking fast food pick up joint! Get the fries out of there first, then put your fucking chicken in there!

Yes, chef.

Thank you!

The fries weren't done, chef.

The fries are a fucking side! Get your chicken going and get the fucking - Listen to me Jason!

I'M LISTENING CHEF!

THEN DO IT THEN! DO IT!

I'M DOING IT CHEF!! I don't want to put up with this fucked-up ass bullshit. It's fuckin' crazy. I don't give a fuck. Fuck it.

Where's the spaghetti? Who's cooking the spaghetti?

I don't know. Is the spaghetti coming out?

What do you mean, "I don't know"? Why aren't you discussing it together? Fucking hell, first ticket. Who's cooking the spaghetti?

[points at Scott] They are.

[to Scott and Siobhan] Ah - come here, you and you, come here, both of you - fuck off will you. [walks into the blue kitchen] Who's cooking the spaghetti?

I am, chef.

Thank you, why?

Because the garnish does sides.

Tell those fucking muppets!

Garnish is cooking the spaghetti.

Got it. I need to cook the spaghetti. (interview) Pasta? No one told me I was cooking pasta on my side!

I got the spaghetti down right now.

Siobhan, step one, pasta doesn't cook unless the fucking water's boiling. Pasta does not cook unless the water is...

...boiling. My fault.

(interview) Come on! Hello? Is this brain surgery? It's pasta.

Hey red team, what are we doing? We're going to hold up the whole fucking dining room because we're waiting on fucking spaghetti! Get a grip. You need to wake up!

Yes.

Oh fuck me. Not tonight.

But Salvatore has a question.

Chef, did you say one risotto? One risotto, one capellini?

Two risottos, one capellini, one truffle salad.

Yes, chef.

Let's go. How long?

One minute chef.

Let's go!

Yes, chef.

Have you got enough in there for two?

I got it. [puts more rice in the pan]

Why are you putting more rice in there? Is that because you just found out there's two risotto?

No, no, no.

Oh, my God! Hey, blue team, come here, all of you! The risotto's one minute away from being cooked. He realises we're one portion short. Then they start dumping fresh rice in there. Who's smart idea was that?

It was my idea chef.

Why didn't you tell me then?

I apologize, chef.

Salvatore, working with a cook who tells lies is 10,000 times worse than dealing with a chef who can't cook! You just lost my trust! How dare you? PATHETIC! Benjamin, watch him; the guy's a fucking liability.

Yes, chef. (interview) You don't lie to your chefs and you don't lie to your fellow cooks. That's like a fucking no-no.

Salvatore, now we should start the whole fucking lot again!

Yes, chef.

(checking Fran's broccolini) It's not all over cooked in there, is it?

No, I just dropped it Chef.

Well, why are you draining it in one bit and not the other bit in the same fucking time?

I just did another piece.

So, if you left that in there, it's going to overcook. Get the fucking hell out! It's a piece of broccolini, show a little bit of respect.

I will Chef. Ready?

Now, Benjamin's on the garnish. Fucking hell. (Fran comes to the pass with piping hot undrained potatoes.) Cut the bullshit! Let go! Let go! Lazy. (drains the potatoes in the sink) Madam,

Yes, Chef.

You fucking drain the potatoes, or next time, fuck off! Okay? Yeah? You're just running over here with a hot pan and say, "There you go! You bunch of fucking idiots!"

I'm sorry, Chef.

Show a little bit of respect not to give me a baking hot pan!

I won't do it again, Chef.

Before all the fat doesn't spread all over the fucking stupid fucking place!

(interview) I think Fran is definitely over her head and you can't just disregard safety just because you're busy.

Engage your brain!

Yes, Chef. What are we working on next?

Yeah, I like that. "What are we working on?" One trout, one spaghetti, two steak. We're bound to fuck that one up.

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.

Oh, fucking hell.

(brings his appetizers to the pass) Oh, fuck.

(returns to the workstation) Benjamin.

Oui chef.

Come here. Ed.

Yes, chef.

Come here, Ed. So he (points to Benjamin) brings the next table to me, He's (Jay) fucking say nothing and then that comes up to me. Do me a favour. (to Benjamin and Ed) You and you, GET OUT! ENOUGH!

(overhears Gordon) Don't think I'm going to get my lamb.

Fuck off up to the dorm. Get out. Get out, Benjamin. Get out! (to Jason) Jason, on the fish.

Yes, chef.

(to Autumn) Autumn, on the meat.

Yes, chef.

(to Holli) Holli, on the appetisers.

Yes, chef.

Fucking unbelievable.

As Chef Ramsay leaves the kitchen for a quick moment...

Tuna!

Yes, chef.

Sous Chef Scott steps in to keep the momentum going.

Pasta's up, chef.

Sure wish I had the garnish for the tuna.

Garnish for the tuna, chef.

And Benjamin unwisely decides this would be a good time to become a leader.

(reading off the next ticket) Next pick-up, two chicken, one -

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Unfortunately for him, Chef Scott is not impressed.

You think for one minute you're going to start fucking running this pass? You may be a fucking good cook, but you suck as a leader. If you think you're going to do my fucking job, I'll leave right now. You think you can do it?

No, chef.

(turning red) You think you can put up with all this BULLSHIT?

No, chef.

I know you can't, NOW GET THE FUCK OVER THERE, AND DON'T EVER COME UP TO MY PASS AGAIN, AND TRY TO TAKE MY FUCKING PLACE!!!!!

(interview) Holy crap! I don't think Ben had a good night.

YOU GOT IT?!!

Yes, chef!

GET OVER THERE!

(interview) Chef Scott ripped my fucking asshole. You know, ripped my asshole this big. That totally sucked.

Can't wait to see you!

Excellent, Chef!

Goodbye!

Thank you so much. I exciting for an opportunity.

Haven't got time for bullshit, Benjamin. Move your arse.