Kimmie quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Oh my God, Robyn! Just stop talking to me! For real!

It's still the same fucking table, all of you come here.

Fuck me!

Look! (grabs a wellington) It's like fucking snot! There's just no thought! Shut it down and fucking clean up.

Yes, chef.

Fuck. [Gordon throws his towel on the workstation]

I got fish! I got fish you cocky bitch!

Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, you understand?

(interview) Barbie's the reason why we went down tonight. I don't know why she's fucking here!

THE TWO FISH WENT OUT- [Yelling]

And the lack of harmony in the kitchen has now exploded in the dorms.

FUCKING GET THAT SHIT!! [knocks the bottle and the soda can over with her hand] YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!

What is wrong with you?!

Bitch, stop!

With Guy and Clemenza coming to the rescue, salads are finally leaving the blue kitchen. Meanwhile, in the red kitchen, the women are ready to send out their first table of entrées. All they need is...

Pizza!

Barbie, pizzas need dressing. Oh, my fucking GOD! You're killing me! (interview) Barbie, you're a stupid bitch! Get the fuck off my station, I don't need your help. It's just garnishing the fucking pizza. [to Barbie] Barbie! Barbie, I need–Bro what are you doing?!

JUST STAND YOUR STATION!

Okay, got it.

(interview) She's moving around like a jumping jack and she's cooking pizzas when she's not supposed to.

LADIES! Where is the fucking pizza?

Pizza's here, chef!

[checks pizza with Sous Chef Andi] That looks like shit! [returns to workstation] Hey, all of you, come here! WELCOME TO AMERICA. Look at that. [to Barbie] You eat that bit now. [to Briana] Hey, come here. You eat that as well. That's what you're serving them. Burnt, shitty, black pizza. [throws pizza in the trash bin] I'd rather flee the fucking country!

[to Robyn] I'm so sick of this bitch (Barbie).

(interview) With Barbie the way that she is, I can't tell if she's sabotaging or if she's actually trying to help.

Get off the pizzas!

Yes, chef.

(interview) It's getting old! Seriously, Barbie sucks. She pisses everybody off, she needs to go home!

Oh, Jesus. (on the cod) Burned underneath. (on the wellingtons) I got a raw meat here. [returns to the workstation] Who cooked the wellington?

I did, chef.

Kimmie? I got one sort of rare and one sort of looking weird. [slams the wellingtons on the workstation] Look at that.

Fuck me, dude!

And here's the big insult: [holds a piece of burnt cod] Boiled one side and black the next. For over two hours, it’s been a nightmare. Pathetic!

(interview) Chef's definitely about to explode. [imitates a plane losing altitude and crashing down]

You'll never, ever get entrées out like this, ever! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 of you [except Tiffany, who was assigned waiter]. Fuck off out of here! Get out! Out! And one more thing! GET OUT!

Are you putting these all in one thing?

Yeah. [puts her meat into Dana's tray of fish; Dana brings them to the pass]

Look, hey look. Fish and meat on the same tray. Meat dripping into the fish, fish dripping into the meat.

(interview) I said to her, "where do you want me to put these. To all in this one tray?" She's like, "yeah, sure. Put it on that tray."

Who put that on there? That's disgusting. Who done that?

(interview) I'm waiting on Dana to say she did it because that bitch did it!

How can you put that onto one fucking tray? [throws his spoon away]

(interview) I think Kimmie need to grow some balls. It's your station, man up!

Who put that on there? Was it a ghost? Somebody tell me what is happening! Fucking idiots!

I did, chef!

Fucking tray! [throws his spoon away]

(interview) Dana fucking put that shit on there. I said, "I did it," to Chef Ramsay because it was my station, but it was her fault.

Christina

[to Kimmie] Go ahead.

Move! [shoves Christina Wilson away]

Christina Wilson

O–Okay!

I got it! Move! Get off my station!

Now we're dragging the New York strip.

(interview) I was fucking pissed that I'm getting in trouble for something somebody else did. [to Robyn about the tray mishap] You know I didn't put that shit on there, right? [Robyn nods] Alright, just checking.

Dana, did you put that on there?

Nope. I asked her specifically, did you want–

No, you put it on there, alright!

Christina Wilson

STOP!

Who the fuck cares?! Just finish the fucking food and shut the fuck up! I don't WANNA hear it!

Christina Wilson

Stop!

[to Dana] Just stay over there and off my shit. Fucking nasty bitch, dude.

(interview) Kimmie, like, for a big girl is a big baby. That's what she is. You know, I don't need to deal with that shit. If I'm trying to help you, that's bullshit!

Stupid bitch. (interview) I'm still fucking pissed. I don't even wanna look at Robyn. She makes me sick, so I'm trying to put this nasty bitch in the back of my head.

(to Barbie and Dana) I'm annoyed that she (Kimmie) blamed it all on me. (interview) Kimmie got pissed off, and she told Chef Ramsay I said, "No," to everything, and I'm like... "I didn't say no to everything." (to Tiffany) THAT'S WHAT I'M PISSED OFF ABOUT!

(interview) Somebody as big as Kimmie should be able to stand up for herself. I think the people on the red team don't respect her, and we have good reason!

I didn't call her out up there!

Right.

I didn't say that! You're gonna fucking call me out like that?! That shows your character now! (interview) Kimmie never takes fault for anything! I've been nothing but helping this girl out since the fucking beginning.

We will not make any progress with her. The only thing that we're gonna do is put ourselves even further behind. (interview) Kimmie's usefulness is running thin with the red team.

I can't push someone who doesn't want to be pushed!

(interview) Nobody's really talking about the fact that I fried the fucking eggplant, so thank God for that.

Somehow she just keeps fucking skating by.

I don't give a fuck how tall you are, how big you are! Do not step up to me like that!

Leave me the fuck alone!

It's ridiculous! We need to fucking talk about it!

Christina Wilson

(interview) The red team's breaking down from the inside out, and it's–it is not good. Even the two (Robyn and Kimmie) that were ride or die with each other are not even in the same room.

[gets into bed] I got crazy bitches on my team.

(interview) Robyn is acting as crazy as fuck right now. I honestly think she's still holding a grudge for the challenge about that fucking ribeye.

Kimmie, lets me when you're walking, okay.

Sure will.

I'm coming, okay?

Yeah. I'm slicing, dude.

Can I walk?

Euh, give me just one second.

Can I walk?

Dammit!

You guys, how long?

Two minutes, chef, two minutes. These steaks are fucking huge. Not my fault. Not my fault, dude.

(interview and double flips at the camera) Really? Kimmie doesn't know what she's fucking doing. Fucking bitch!

Running!

Alright, running.

I got it. I got it. [both Kimmie and Robyn bringing the food to the pass] Bitch!

(to Chef Ramsay) You're alright with that?

No. Nowhere near. Oh Jesus!

All of you!

Yes, chef.

Come here. Hey look. We can't even get a steak cooked. It's badly sliced. Who did what here? Kimmie, Robyn, look at me, who done it then?

I did the filets.

I cut the steak, chef.

Looked at the way it's [the steak] sliced. It's like it's be cut with a spoon. It's not even sliced there. And then next to it, where's the filet? That's cooked beautifully, it's sliced beautifully.

(interview) HELL YEAH! I knew my shit was right. Robyn is fucking up and I just outshined her.

Honestly, it's gets fucking worse. All of you come here. Just touch that fish there. Just touch how dry. It's got more fucking wrinkles on it than I have and I'm forty-four years of age. That should be put fucking fresh! [pounds the counter]

We not going to to yell unless he yells at one of the chefs.

How long ago did you cook that?

Three minutes ago.

Three minutes ago?

Yes, chef.

That's fresh three minutes ago? Just touch.

(interview) That shit is nasty.

I took it off three minutes ago and I covered it.

So? Again when did you cook it?

Seven minutes ago, then.

Oh. Seven minutes ago?

Well, I took out three minutes ago. So four minutes for to cook, so seven minutes ago.

Yeah, maybe seventeen minutes ago. [throws the plate with the fish onto the counter]

(interview) You've got to be out of your fucking mind to lie to Chef Ramsay, because he knows, he's not stupid.

What's going on with the fish, Kimmie, I got to re-fire it.

Three minutes.

Get rid of that shit. [gives the plate to Christina Wilson who bins the fish] I wouldn't even serve that to my fucking cat. Fuck off, Robyn.

Kimmie, who is the first nominee for the Red team?

The first nominee chef is Robyn. Because she was pretty much lied to you and told you to cook fish in three minutes and she cooked it for seven, so--

(interrupts Kimmie; looks depressed) What?! I didn't lie to you chef when I said that fish was out in three minutes, the fish was cooked seven minutes prior so I was miscommunication on what I said that's not lied to you.

What?!

I know that I turned myself I got not lying because the way my mother raised me.

(moans) What? Oh my God!

Oh my God, Kimmie! Please! [groans] I'd been-- You what, Kimmie, if you want to really get dirty right now, you'll get dirty. You think I am scared of you! YOU CALL ME A FUCKING BITCH TODAY AND YOU WANT TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT! Guess what? There is no friends there in this competition so I want to work for him.

(moans) Wow!

You ain't never jogged a day your life, and your ass shows it!

[Walking away from Barbie] Oooh-hooh-hooh, I want to hit you so bad, you nasty bitch...!

The red team is stuck on their last two tickets.

How long Tiff?

I don't know exactly.

Still waiting for Tiffany's undercooked potato garnish.

Christina Wilson

(interview) You should know that they were your potatoes. That was your component right? That was your idea for the menu right?

I'm sorry. What do you want me to say? Don't give me that look!

Don't get an attitude with me! You're killing my steaks!

I don't know, Kimmie. I don't know.

Tiffany,

Sorry.

No, you're not!

Yes I am!

No, you're fucking not!

Yes I am.

You're the sloppiest cook I've ever seen in my whole entire life!

Sorry.

No, you're not!

Okay, I'm not.

You have such a fucking attitude! Why don't you take a walk? And Dana take over her section.

Yes, chef.

(leaves) Have fun. (interview) Okay, look at Tiffany. Let's make fun of her. I don't care about anything apparently. So, what the fuck? You all just made me look like a fucking idiot. Bye! (cries)

All of you, listen carefully. I have in my hand the comment cards. I was hoping that they would decide the winning team. (rips up the comment cards into pieces and throws them everywhere) Tonight, it was the most shocking dinner service yet. Here's the sad news: YOUR MENU, YOUR CREATIVITY, YOUR EXECUTION, AND SUPPOSEDLY, YOUR TEAMWORK. Blue Team, embarrassing. I mean, really embarrassing. It's just like you didn't care. And ladies, raw potatoes. And then Dana, raw fucking lobster. I expected tonight to be your absolute best. Unfortunately, it's gone down in history as one of your worst. There will be no winning team.

(interview) I'm so confused right now. Somebody tell me what the hell's going on?

(interview) I don't even know what to say. Like... I really thought we had this.

Both teams, decide which two people you want to nominate to lose from your team. Fuck off.