Frank Bilotti quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Young man, first name is...

Frank.

And you're Italian, right?

That's correct.

Tell me what amazing Italian dish you have under that dome.

[removes lid] It's a filet mignon Bordelaise.

Filet mignon Bordelaise. Does that sound Italian?

No, not Italian at all.

[picks up bone] Frank, where's the dog? [audience laughs]

Well, I mean, you've never had bone marrow before?

Well, normally they take it out of the fucking bone!

Really?

Uh, yeah. So... (takes out bone marrow with a knife) let's take out the bone marrow. Now it looks like the dog shat on my plate! Wish me luck.

This is all bad. Uh, one.

I'm sorry.

Two chicken, two halibut!

(to JR) We don't have another halibut. We can't serve that one, dude.

Push them!!

HOW LONG DO YOU GUYS NEED ON THAT HALIBUT?!

Right now, chef! (interview) Fuck it. I'll bring it up. Whatever. (to Gordon) Here's two pieces of halibut.

[examines JP's fish] Oh, what have you done there? It's fucking... (to blue team) Blue team! (to JP) Come here, you!

Yes, chef.

(to Steve) Chicken's cooked perfectly.

Thank you, chef.

Look what's next to it, on the same fucking table! Look at that!

(interview) Everything's fucked up in front of us. It's nuts.

And that is an example of the shit that's been coming out of that station all [slams fist on plate] FUCKING NIGHT. (to JP and JR) You, and you fuck off upstairs. GET OUT! FUCK OFF! GET OUT!

How long?

Is it already done?

(to Sterling) The halibut's ready!

I'm not ready yet! Give me three minutes tops, man! Three minutes!

Fucking hell.

I'm walking in one.

Three minutes, man! I'm not serving that!

Then you better plate...

THREE MINUTES!

...and shut the fuck up!!

Three minutes!

Whoa, whoa, whoa! (to Steve) Listen! Fucking pay attention! Pay attention to what's going on!

(to Steve) Why would you send it up when my food ain't ready, man?

(interview) Really, guys? Really? It's not a measure of how big your cock is. Just put your food out!

FRANK!

Yes, chef.

Get a grip, yeah?!

I got it, chef. (to Aaron and Santos) You ready to go?

No.

You ready to walk? I wanna see you walk.

No! Stop, Frank! They're not ready! They're three minutes out, Frank! You just gave him the chicken veg for three minutes out.

[spits out spinach after tasting it] All of you, come here! So Frank hits the window two minutes early! (to Frank) Just taste what you've given me. Taste that!

I just seasoned it!

Taste that. And what's the one thing it's missing?

Salt.

Salt and pepper, chef.

Frank! Frank! FRANK!!

Yes, chef.

Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT!

Yes, chef. (interview) Messing up, it's like... I don't know. It's like a monkey and a wrench. A monkey, a wrench and a monkey. Monkey and a... That's not right. Hold on.

The Italian Consule, they told me the calamari are raw and got no flavor.

Raw calamari, fucking hell. Unbelievable, ALL OF YOU, STOP! ALL OF YOU! Have I got news for you, raw fucking calamari. Touch them, raw. Yeah, raw calamari.

(interview) Ashley, what is happening? Undercooked? Seriously?

That's from the Italian Consulate table. WHAT IS GOING ON? WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! (to Sterling) Any ideas now? All of you, get out! Just leave me alone! Get out! GET FUCKING OUT!

(interview) Again? Fuck me!

GET OUT!! PATHETIC! GET OUT!!

(interview) From what I've seen so far, the Red team is kind of a let down for me, it's just ridiculous.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Last ticket! Come on guys, MOVE!

Alright, garnish is walking!

Okay.

Going up with steaks?

Behind you. [brings his steaks to the pass]

Here we go, story of the night. Tagliatelle? (to Aaron) Give me a fucking time, you.

Thirty seconds chef.

Thirty seconds.

(interview) I don't here any more yelling over there in the Red team which means the girls just got kicked out so we have to close this service down.

Behind, two tag. [brings his tagliatelle to the pass]

Oh, my God man. That is extraordinary. Happy now?

Yes, chef!

(to Steve) Yeah, fuck it. You start slow, he (Frank) sends raw food, clear down.

Yes, chef.

Frank, Sterling, step forward. (to Sterling) Sterling, why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?

I know I'm strong! I'm built for this!

Why are you stronger than Frank?

Me and my personality shows through it all, every bone, every breath in my body. I'm here to fight.

Frank, why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?

I'm the strongest I've ever been since I came here and stood by you. Um... I have the passion and the drive, everything that you want and need...I executed everything that you asked me to do. I'm going to win this. I will win this. I–I'm going to be next to you in the end... I have the passion and drive to do it. I mean, to just keep on repeating those words, it's not that they mean nothing to me... It's more than you know! You literally gave me a second chance, a third chance—

Stop. My decision is... both of you. [Sterling and Frank are about to walk to Gordon with their jackets] Take your jackets... and yourselves back in line! Now. For the first time since you all entered Hell's Kitchen, truthfully I'm satisfied with the performance I got from both teams. And that is why I decided not to send somebody home. (Sterling and Frank hug it out) But... all of you, the bar is much higher. Because I know now that you can do it. You got it, Sterling?

I need to change my underwear.

Overcooked.

Hey, red team, come here! Come here, come here! Steven Tyler's sat on the chef's table. What in the fuck–Just touch that! Yeah, it's fucking rubber! More overcooked than the scallops! What are you doing?! LOOK AT IT!

Yes, chef! I'm sorry! I apologize.

Did you leave your brain in Vegas?! Fuck off, will you! [to red team] Hey, hey! All of you, come here!

Girls, it's my fault. I'm sorry.

(to Frank) Hey, get in there!

Fuck.

This is what happens after a trip to Vegas? This is the payback? WHAT'S HAPPENING?!

I don't know, chef. I don't know why–

IT'S OVERCOOKED!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!

Right away. Coming right back, chef.

[to Frank] You owe me a salmon because you fucking suck at fish station tonight!

I know, sorry chef.

Oh, dear. Interesting night. I mean, different night. Because while one kitchen continued to excel, the other took a step backwards. Congratulations, blue team. Great service! [To elaborate: Gordon never returned any of the blue team's food in this service, for any reason]

Thank you, chef.

Red team! The blue team finished seven tickets in front of you! Frank, what happened?

I didn't accept help, because I wanted to tell--literally show what I got, to try to get back into it. I just kept on trying to fight back and fight back, and I just--I fucked up my team and I didn't mean to do that. I feel like a piece of shit, and I apologize to everyone here, including yourself and the customers, and Steven Tyler.

(to himself) ...I can't do that. (to both teams) Wait! Blue team, red team! Come back! Hurry up! Red team!

(interview) Oh man. What's happening?

Line up.

(interview) Whoa! What is going on?

Uh, here's the thing. Sometimes, things happen in Hell's Kitchen, and we have to adapt. Steve left tonight because of injury, so we already lost a chef. And do you know what? Sometimes when this happens, I choose not to send anybody home. But that won't be the case tonight.

Sterling!

Yes, chef.

Roe!

Yes, chef.

Jennifer!

Yes, chef.

La Tasha!

Yes, chef.

[beat] Say goodbye to Frank. Your time has come.

(gives Frank a hug) Keep your head up, man. I love you, man.

I'm very, very, very sorry about tonight.

Young man. [holds up a letter of gratitude that Frank wrote earlier] I really appreciate what you wrote to me. Unfortunately tonight, Frank...

I can't believe it.

...I didn't appreciate your cooking. Give me your jacket. Your time is done in Hell's Kitchen. [Frank gives Gordon his jacket] Thank you. [gives Frank a goodbye handshake] Good night.

Thank you.

Good luck.

Thank you very much.

Bye, Frank.

Love you, man.

[walking through the dining room, towards the front door] It's not my time. I can't believe I did this. [outside the restaurant] I feel sick to my stomach. The saddest part is that I didn't get to show Chef Ramsay I'm so much better than this, and that's what's really ripping me apart. But I still will always have the passion to do what I'm doing, and I still will succeed in life doing what I do.

(to Bryant) Is that too overcooked for you or no?

It tastes burnt. Yeah, fix it.

(interview) I tasted it. I thought it was unbelievable, but do whatever you want.

You're about three minutes away. You need to get the fuck out of this kitchen, dude.

No, Bryant, I will get it for you!

I'm fucking serious, Frank! (interview) My menu is supposed to be Frank-proof. Can you imagine if this menu was any harder?

Two halibut, two pork, two rib eye! How long?!

(to Frank) Can you walk?!

I can walk!

Frankie, garnish!

No, I got the mash coming with that!

What about broccolini?

Then, the broccolini!

How long?

This is ridiculous! (interview) Frankie's fucking us up right now. It's just unreal.

(to Frank) Broccolini, how long?! [Frank doesn't respond]

Come on, Frank!

TALK TO HIM, FRANK!

A minute and a half! (interview) I've been giving him pretty fucking accurate times. If anything, I'm off by a minute. I mean...it's pretty fucking accurate.

Get it together, Frank! KEEP TALKING!

Yes.

Yes is not a proper response!

Look! Alright, you know what? (interview) At this point, I can't let them run me. (to Frank) I need to send this food now, dude. People are getting pissed off and they're tired of waiting! (interview) I need to do anything I possibly can!

Look, I—

You know what, you know what? [waves hand] See you later, man. I'm sorry, I didn't like this...

I'm sorry, man.

...but I'm fucking serious! (to Sterling) Sterling, I need you here...

Yes, chef!

...to run this damn station!

Yes, chef!

(to Frank) BYE-BYE!

[starts walking out of the kitchen] FUCK!

Let's go, Sterling.

Yes, chef! Thirty seconds, chef!

(interview) I started off a little slow, but everything was going perfect. Everything was perfect. Dude, what just happened was so beyond fucked up. [angrily slaps the couch]