Andrea quotes from Hell's Kitchen

(interview) Meat is one of my fortes. I definitely had six, seven out of eight without even looking.

Ring the bell, ring the bell. Go for it!

I can't hear that!

Ring the fucking bell!

Seven wrong for blue, let's go.

Holy shit! We're working backwards!

(interview) SETH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!

Seth's poor performance has set the men back. Now Lacey has a golden opportunity to redeem herself with her team.

Come on, Lacey!

(interview) It's my chance to show my team that I can step up, and that I deserve to be here.

Come on! We can do this!

Move it, Lacey!

(interview) Lacey was just moving things around for the feeling that she was doing something, and you know what, that's no different to how she is in the kitchen.

Six wrong.

Robert has only improved on Seth by one.

(to Lacey) Come on, let's go! Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Okay... (sees that Lacey has placed the "bottom round" label near one of the model cow's front legs) BOTTOM ROUND?! WHAT DOES "BOTTOM" MEAN? One, two, three, four, five, six wrong! Dear oh dear!

Where's the wellington, please?

Chef, I'm re-firing the wellington. The bottom's burning.

[begins searching] Where's the medium-well wellington?

I'm putting projector paper.

[finds that Andrea has hid her burnt meat underneath her station] Oh, shut up you, yeah? Shut up. What is this? [starts getting the meat]

They burned. I'm not quite sure why.

Watch. Look, look, look, look. (to the members) Hey, come here! Oy, oy, oy! There you go. There you go. There--Oh, dear! [throws a burnt wellington against the refrigerator] Fucking pile of shit!

(interview) I'm screwed. I'm fucking screwed.

Anything else?! Any - what else have you hid?!

No, chef. That's it, chef.

That's it, is it?! WHY'D YOU DO IT?!

Trying to get it together, chef.

I don't-- I just--[throws his cloth] I-I don't understand it!

Red, [Table] 53. Tanya Steel.

Not done? (returns to the workstation) There you go. Yeah, I've had enough. I've had enough. [slams the plate on the stove] Come here! There you go. (to Carol; gives her a piece of pear) Take a bite and pass it along. (to LA) LA, wake up, yeah?

It's hard as a fucking rock.

Raw pastry, raw pear. That's her! [kicks a bin]

(interview) Chef Ramsay wasn't kidding when he said it was raw. It was raw. That's just, "Sorry. Poor judgement."

(to Colleen) You didn't know that's raw pastry with a raw pear?

No, chef.

(interview) Everybody else was just looking around like, "You've got to be kidding me."

Un-fucking-believable! [goes to the blue kitchen and sits in fetal position]

Tonight, dinner service has totally collapsed.

Oh, Christ almighty! Two and a half hours of bullshit.

And Chef Ramsay is at the end of his rope.

(to Jean-Philippe; after returning to the pass with raw desserts) Oh fuck off. I'm... I've had enough. [goes to the red kitchen] Hey, when I say, I've had enough, I've had enough. Stoves off. [calls both teams] Come here. That was pathetic. (to Andrea) And you were absolutely useless. CLEAR DOWN! I can't take it anymore. It's been the worst performance so far. SWITCH IT FUCKING OFF! [throws his spoon away]

As the Blue Team heads to the spa for a day of pampering...

Off to the spa we go...

...Back in the dining room, Max's mom lets J.P. know he'll be working with someone to plan the party...

This gentleman's very recommended.

Yes.

So, um...

Bonjour, darling!

Oh, here he is now.

...Someone he knows all too well.

JP, hello! It's so good to see you! [hugs J.P.] I'm so thrilled to be back! Are you thrilled to see me?

Alright, well, we'll see you tomorrow night, OK? Great party.

Thank you so much!

Thank you. (to Francisco) You, listen.

(whispers) Yeah?

You are not interfering with my job.

I respect your boundaries.

Yes?

I do.

Leave my thing for me, and then you do your little thing.

"My little thing." Oh, it will be so happy.

Good.

Oh, here they [the Red Team] come.

Ladies, ladies, ladies, we've done a few parties in the past with Francisco.

I'm so excited to be here! This is so fabulous! [the ladies laugh] Wait until you see what we're making. We are going to go up, up, and away with beautiful balloons, all around. It's going to be so festive!

(interview) Oh, Francisco's just fabulous, all the way around.

We have twinkly centerpieces on all of the tables...

(laughing) Twinkly!

(interview) It's the way he talks, it's the way he dresses, everything. He's fabulous.

We are going to make this the most beautiful sports arena!

(interview) I'm gay, that dude is parade gay.

Whoo!

(interview, laughs) Wow.

Let's get to it!

Yay!

How long for the risotto and pasta?

Plating up the pasta right now.

How's your risotto?

I'm going. I'm going.

Where's the risotto?

Right here chef.

Carol!

Yes, chef!

[tastes the risotto then spits it out] Taste that rice, taste the rice. It's like mush! Show me the rice.

Right here.

Oh, my God! It's overcooked! It's like mush! Who cooked the rice?

The blue team.

The blue team? What? [goes over to the blue kitchen] Oh, come here you, all of you! Who cooked this rice?

I did, chef.

Look at it, J! How can you do that, J? [hurls the rice in the trash] J! For both teams?

Yes, chef.

Aw, fucking hell. Oh, come on. You can't do this!

(interview) The risotto was mushy, clumpy and nasty, and it definitely was not a good way to start the evening.

It's mush! Did you cook it all in the same pan?

Yes, chef.

Oh, fuck me. Oh, come on, fuck off J.

I'll get a pot on, chef. (interview) That pissed off Chef Ramsay, and I really didn't need that, because he's been riding me hard the past couple of days.

(to Jean-Philippe) Jean-Philippe, stop the risotto, yeah? (to J) J! I can't believe you just screwed the service in both kitchens!

(interview) J, you're my friend and I like you a lot, but today, you fucking suck, man.

Pasta undercooked, chef.

Is it?

Yeah, it's really undercooked, chef.

(to Carol) Hey, you, madam. The pasta's raw! Who's running the appetisers?

I am, chef!

Well, then run it, then! Does she [Andrea] wipe your ass?

No, chef. (interview) I get fucking yelled at because this stupid bitch can't fucking cook? What the hell is up with that? (to Ramsay) There's must be some mix-in because it's...

What?! Why aren't you tasting?

I was tasting it, chef.

So you tasted it, and you knew it's raw, and still sent it!

(interview) That stupid bitch doesn't fucking say anything when Chef Ramsay's yelling at me? FUCK THIS SHIT!

Madam, come here you, mouthy little bitch! You [Andrea] come here!

Yes, chef.

(to Jean-Philippe) Hey, give me that table out there! (to Carol and Andrea) And sit on that table and eat that! Both of you, fuck off out there! It's not undercooked, it's raw! RAW, Carol! [gets ticket from Jean-Philippe]

(to Carol) Let's eat it. Let's get this fucking over with.

(to Carol and Andrea) Hey, you're not coming back until it’s clear and you let me know how it tastes!

(interview) I was appalled that I had to stop during service. That pasta was grossly undercooked, and I had to eat that shit! (to Carol) Fucking eat up, girl.

It’s- it’s- I’m eating it. It’s fine.

Oh dear. Excuse me! Oh, dear! Let's go, come down! Hurry up! Taste them. There, there you go, there's a nice big slice for you. Aw, fuck it!

Hard and raw chef.

Fucking hell! [throws the potatoes away] Why are the potatoes crunchy? Who cooked them then?

I did chef. If they go in the oven when the order comes in, they should be fully cooked. (interview) I don't know why they didn't cook. I never cooked potatoes that long before I sliced that thin.

(To Jean-Philippe) Hey, come in here you! Have I got news for you, yeah? Tell him then, tell him! HE'S GOING TO GO AND EXPLAIN TO THE CUSTOMER!!

What's happening?

The potatoes are undercooked. If they go in when the order comes in, they should be fine.

What's undercooked?

Say that again?!

If she [Andrea] fires it when the order comes in, when it's ready to go -

Au-gratin dauphinois need to be cooked before service!

Yes, chef.

Now you're blaming her.

I'm not blaming her chef.

Hey, Andrea, she's trying to sabotage. She can't even tur -

I'm not.

What?

I'm not sabotaging.

(interview) I was embarrassed for Carol. She's pointing out other people's mistakes. Point me out! I dare you!

Here's the next question, how long then til they cook?

Maybe ten minutes.

Oh, look how cool she is! She said "maybe ten minutes"!

(interview) They should've been done. Why didn't they cook?

(to the customers) Maybe ten minutes everybody, for your Au-gratin dauphinois!! (to Carol) Look at them, the poor souls! Are you stupid?!

No, chef. I'm not.

Bullshit! [throws his towel away]

(interview) Those potatoes! I was embarrassed for Carol.

Why didn't they cook to begin with?

Chef, yes, I cooked them in the cream for an hour.

WHAT?!

Yes.

You cooked them in the cream for an hour?

In boiling cream for an hour.

Crunchy gratin dauphinois. Useless.

What is that on there?

I just poured more cream on it and I'm going to put it back in.

My God! Oh, Jesus Christ! [gets the potatoes and dumps them all in the bin] Are you mad...

No, chef.

(interview) There were no saving those potatoes. None whatsoever. They just looked like shit. They looked like fucking shit! It was awful.

I wouldn't even serve that to a fucking pig farm, madam. Forget it. [throws the tray into the sink] You don't care, do you? Because if you did care, you wouldn't serve me that crap! This is supposed to be your exciting menu! Really?

(interview) I feel completely awful. This is such a great dish and I fucking ruined it!

I expect you, you and you to come up with an ALTERNATIVE! Sautéed potatoes, green pota- COME UP WITH ONE! It's your menu! You all look like this. [holds his finger up towards his mouth] No. COME UP WITH ONE!

On order, six covers table 20. Entrées: Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one Dory. Wellington's medium, yes?

Yes, chef!

(to Andrea) Right Andrea, what's going? [gets no answer] No answer. I'm not in the best of moods, ah? I don't like being ignored in my own fucking kitchen. What's going?

I have no idea, chef.

Oh, my God almighty.

(interview) On garnish, you've got to be thirty seconds before everybody else. If she's not checking the tickets for us, we're screwed.

Come here you!

Yes chef!

Story of your fucking life, yeah, you have no idea!

Yes chef!

Hey, she's running the section, yet she has no idea of what's going. (to Giovanni) Tell her, chef.

Two wellingtons one medium, one medium-rare and lamb medium? I'm sorry, lamb medium-rare. Two lamb medium-rare.

Oh my God.

Two chicken.

Two chicken and a Dory.

Two wellington, Two chicken and a lamb.

Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one fucking Dory.

Yes, chef!

One wellington's medium, the rest is FUCKING NORRRRRRMAL.

Yes, chef!

Unlike us. (to Andrea) What's going, madam?

I have no idea, chef.

You have no idea.

I have no idea, chef.

Hey, come here you. Hey... fuck off! Hey madam, (points to the front entrance) through the door there! FUCK OFF!

Get that fucking camera out of my face.

Andrea, relax. The only thing he wants from you is to come back. You need to fight back. If you don't, you're finished.

(interview) This is the hardest... most difficult, most up-and-down thing that I've ever, ever done in my entire life! [to Jean-Philippe] It's just been out of fucking control tonight. There's no communication with anybody, and I just haven't recovered.

You want to stay?

Yes, I want to fucking stay! I've been through too much hell right now to fucking leave!

Absolutely. So keep it to Gordon.

(interview) It's just a reminder of how difficult it's been and how much...how much I just want this so bad.

So now you need to be strong. Go back in there, and give it your best shot. Go on, then!

(interview) I put everything I have into this every day, and I just had to go in there and fight for the rest of it.

[to Andrea] Right, what's going?

Two chicken, two lamb, one wellington, one Dory.

Thank you. Back in the kitchen! NOW WAKE UP, ANDREA!

Yes, chef!

Giovanni, Robert! Hey Andrea, come here you! [gathers them at the corner] All three of you are pathetic! You (Giovanni) don't care...

I care, chef.

You're (Robert) way behind, and you (Andrea) haven't got a fucking clue! Can we WORK TOGETHER AS A TEAM?!

Yes, chef!

Two wellington. One well-done! Get it UP!!

Where’s your wellingtons at?

I have them right here, already cooked.

Ahhhhh! Fuck! Why you fucking got a hot pan?

Robert, go see the medic. Oh my God.