Sous Chef Scott quotes from Hell's Kitchen

As LA tries to get up to speed, over in the blue kitchen...

J! Where's the other scallop?

Right here, chef.

Have you seen this shit?

Disastrous, isn't it?

I have had enough. [calls the blue team] Come here, you! Leave it here, PUT THAT DOWN! You, come here! You come here!

Yes, chef.

What is that? What IS that? What is that? That's us at our best, WHAT IS IT? Wait, it gets better. Look, touch that!

It's rubber, chef.

T-Oh, my GOD! Unbelievable-- [J goes to touch one of the scallops, and Ramsay knocks his hand away] No, no no no, NO! NO! [throws a scallop onto the floor and faces J towards the door] GET OUT! OUT, OUT, OUT! GET OUT! OUT, GET OUT! Take your jacket off, and FUCK OFF!

(interview) I guess I don't belong here, so... I'll be going home. I'm here for a reason, and it's my boy and my wife, so of course I'm disappointed. It was a tough day. (in the dorms) Oh...that's fucked up bro. (interview) My dream when I came to Hell's Kitchen was to win. So, uh, now it's time to move on and get my own restaurants going. You know, I don't need Chef Ramsay's opinion anymore, I've got it. [entering the taxicab] Tomorrow's another day! Let's do it. (interview) It's time for J Maxwell to do his own thing.

It's over an hour into dinner service, and while Ben and Lacey struggle to get out entrées...

I need you right now.

You need to put me on something easier than fucking wellingtons.

Robert has managed to handle the appetizers on his own.

C'mon, guys! Let's fucking do it!

Let's go, move! We got this!

Come on guys, keep pushing! (interview) All I heard was "RRRRRIIIP!"

(to Gordon) Robert's ass is hanging out all over the place.

(interview) "Ooh, I feel a little breeze on the back of my ass!" I'll cook in my boxer shorts, I don't give a shit.

Damn!

(interview) One station failed...

[Andrea's pan catches on fire] Pan's on fire, pan's on fire!

...and another station failed. It's no joke.

We're going up in flames. [picks up Andrea's pan]

(interview) First night with the Black team, one big cluster fuck.

Same shit, different day! (throws the pan into the sink)

[Ben's pan also catches fire] What about the rest of the table? We need cover-up.

Dynamic six, yeah. My fucking ass. Fuck off, the lot of you. [walks out of the kitchen and throws his towel away]

On order: Four New York strip; two medium well, two well done.

Yes, Chef!

Let's go!

Hey, Jim, make sure you're keeping a count on your steaks; it's a lot more popular than we thought it was gonna be.

Yes, Chef!

(reading the next order) After that, five New York strip; one rare, hey! Four normal!

(interview) As soon as the first four steaks came in and then another five behind that, I went: "So this is the game we're playing tonight. It's Steak-O-Rama here in Hell's Kitchen."

(to Jim) So, I'm gonna try to be your backup here. (interview) All the tickets are coming in, and Jim's getting just... bombed. I'm a little worried right now. But I will bail him out because I'm the fucking man.

Hey, five New York strip, how long? (Jim doesn't respond) Jim doesn't even answer me! Who's counting it down, Jim?!

Five minutes, Chef! Five minutes!

Jim! (Jim finally acknowledges Gordon) Have you switched off?

No, I have not switched off!

So what's going next?!

Right now is... one rare, four mid...

Hey, Van! VAN! No no no, stop stop stop, you'll burn someone... (grabs Van's smoking pan and takes it over to the sink)

(to Kevin) What is it? Tell me, quick, while he's not looking!

Four mid-rare, one rare. (interview) When people get all fucked up like that, it's cool, 'cause I sit back, 'cause I know I can bail them out, so it makes me look like a hero.

(returning to the pass) Kevin!

Yes, Chef!

Can you tell Jim what's going next?

I just did, Chef!

Thank you very much!

(interview) This is fun!

Okay, guys! Away now: the halibut, sea bass, and two lamb!

I'm not gonna make it on potatoes! I'm out of mash!

You'd better find a way to make some mashed potatoes right now!

Can anybody help me with potatoes?

I'll get the potatoes!

Thank you!

(interview) Andy ran out of mashed potatoes, so I rushed into the back of the house and grabbed some. (returns to the kitchen with a container of potato pieces) I got all these potato ends, I could make mash with that.

(to Andy and Dave) I just want you to know that I am fucking handcuffed right now because we need to wait on potatoes.

(walks into the Blue Kitchen, unaware of what happened) Wait, what's the matter?

We're waiting on potatoes.

Potatoes?

I'm gonna make 'em really fast. Really fast!

We're now fucking standing still with no mashed potato. Whistler, here I come. Yeah, fucking useless... (to Andy) Hey, you. (gives him the come-hither) Do me a favor, yeah? Go and tell tables 15, 5 and 4, yeah? We're short on mash. Let's go! HURRY UP!

Yes.

FUCK OFF!

(to the Blue Team) Watch my stuff, please. (leaves the kitchen)

GET IN THERE!!!

(gets Ariel's garnish pan) Just stop! Come here, come here. ALL OF YOU, COME HERE!

Yes, chef.

(points to Ariel) You.

I'm sorry, chef. I turned around for a minute.

Look!

(interview) That lettuce, I didn't even know the fucking burner was on. (to Gordon) Sorry, chef.

What the FUCK are you doing? It's in front of your FUCKING eyes! (throws the pan in the bin) This is not possible! NOT GOOD ENOUGH ARIEL!

Yes, chef.

(holds up a piece of burnt lettuce) WHO THE FUCK'S GONNA EAT THAT? (throws it in the bin)

(interview) Black and burnt salmon garnish. (during service) Lettuce needs about 2 more minutes. (interview) It doesn't get much worse than that.

Scott, clear out, come here. Fuck off. Fuck me. [he and Sous-Chef Scott exits the kitchen and restaurant]

Is that it? Or what?

Fuck that. Absolutely fuck that.

Not worth it.

Fuck them.

What the hell is going on here?

Can't take it any more. I cannot take it any more. Un-fucking real. Oh, fuck me. That's a first.

They're gone. So, are they coming back?

I can't take it anymore. Oh, dear.

Salvatore, show me. Oh my God! What is that? What is that?

Ah, I can't read that.

Are you writing in Japanese? Fuck off will you, yes?

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.

All of you! ALL OF YOU! (Gordon interrupts Holli) That's you ditsy!

For one simple question.

Is that the best roast chicken and is that the best fucking beef requested mid-rare? (grabs Siobhan's hand) I want you to touch it. I want you to touch it! Touch it! Touch it! Touch fucking IT! (throws spoon away)

No.

No, no it's not. The chicken's dry.

Where's the gratin on top?

It got pulled off. It was on there before.

No, it wasn't.

Look at me! Is that the best?

No, chef.

Is that the best?

No, chef.

Is that the best?

No, chef.

Do me a favour: FUCK OFF, ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! And don't you dare switch it off, I'll finish it! Fuck off!

I would love to stay an-

GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT! (throws the chicken into one of the units) GET OUT!

(to herself) I'm sick of this shit.

[follows the red team] GET OUT!

That's really embarrassing. What happened?

[goes into the blue kitchen] Scott, come in here with me and I'll finish this one, please, yeah?

Okay.

Now, Chef Ramsay and his trusted sous chefs, Scott and Andi, will complete the red kitchen's dinner service.

Three spaghetti, one tagliatelle, yes?

Three spaghetti, one t- (sees the mess that the Red team left) Oh, my god! What the fuck did they do to this place?

Yeah, I know.

Wow, they're really bad, huh?

Yep.

While the blue team gets out all the desserts, Chef Ramsay calls the red team back to the kitchen.

All your entrées are served, everything's done. Now come back and do something you're good at, fucking cleaning! At least you'll do something as a team!

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.

(to Tommy) What's the ketchup for? [Tommy removes the ketchup] Next time you start giving me stuff I don't need, I'm just going to throw it at you.

Yes.