Natalie quotes from Hell's Kitchen

They're overcooked and they're fucking dry. [returns to the workstation] Tommy, come here. Come here! I know they're children, right? I've got four of my own. [gets a piece of overcooked chicken] Would you serve them that shit?

No, chef.

What is that? It's-it's like a fucking baby's flip-flop! [throws the chicken away] Oh, piss off, will you?

Come on, quality product, Tommy!

Piss off.

Alright, order in. Squab, risotto, scallop, tart. Entrée: wellington, cod, strip, and bass.

Yep, rice is going.

Scallop.

Starting to go, starting to go, starting to go. (interview) We had our first two services, and it was a loss. It sucked.

Doing my fish thing.

(interview) We got an opportunity to work out any kinks that we might've seen in service. (to Natalie) Three minutes out.

Now, I'm gonna say, "Okay, dude, it's not ready. So, it's still, uh... in the oven, so... Hey, you gotta give me four minutes."

No, that's not good.

[impersonating Gordon's British accent while slamming his fist on workstation] HOW LONG?!

You gotta give me four minutes, dude.

(interview) Chino sat there and was like... [chuckles and shakes his head]

OK, three minutes—three minutes on the—three minutes on the wellington.

Three minutes!

(interview) He can't even fake being a good cook. [facepalms]

So I need two minutes!

Say—say I'm behind again.

(interview) I mean, really? There's no cooking involved. I mean, how hard is that?

That's it—that's it, I'm just gonna try and...

[in British accent] HURRY UP!

[in British accent] CHINO!

What is that?

Cold too. Ice-cold.

CHINO!!

(interview; sighs)

All of you, come here! Just touch that. Touch the meat.[Blue Team touches the wellington] It's raw! RAW!!

Come on, we need to get it together!

Come on, guys!

I have stepped up my game every service, every challenge, I've gotten better. If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.

Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?

Carrie, chef.

Jamie?

Elise, chef.

Krupa, who would you drop?

Elise as well.

Jennifer, who would you drop?

Elise.

Gina?

Elise, chef.

Natalie [transferred to blue team since previous episode], you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home: Elise or Carrie?

Elise, chef.

No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you: your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.

I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second, and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.

It's too late! [laughs]

I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31. I'm 26. I have so much to learn and so much more to give.

Are you done? [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise tearfully walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line.

Cod, sea bass, wellington, (New York) strip! I HOPE IT'S WORKING!

These are up for the cod. Can we plate this?

(to Monterray) Wellington!

[cuts into the wellington] Oh, my fucking God! [both halves of the wellington are raw in the center] Will, take a look at this. I don't think that's gonna pass.

If you don't think that's right, you need to let them know now.

Guys, I don't think it's right! Pull back!

Oh, fuck off! [slams spoon on workstation] Fuck off! (to Monterray) Come here, you!

That was me, chef.

I sent you four minutes ago! How can you continue cooking a wellington?!

I had two, chef. One was over and I still had one to send with the others, chef. And the other one was overcooked as well.

So they're both overcooked? [points at Tommy] You! Come here, you!

Yes, chef.

Last table was the cod, overcooked. Now it's the wellington. Let me communicate to both of you! FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!! Get out of here, both of you! PISS OFF! Get upstairs and fucking sit and high-five each other! GET OUT, TOMMY!

Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to put it together!

Two minutes.

Two minutes chef.

Not bad.

Don't yell. You did do what you got.

No, no, no, no.

Just what you got to do.

(interview) Chef Ramsay throws me on fish station, so I do what I can. And Jonathon's sittin' back and I'm like, "Dude! What the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please! Like, what is wrong with you?"

What the fuck is Jonathon doing?

I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.

(interview) Jonathon's sitting in the corner like some stray dog with his tail between his legs.

If anybody needs anything, just holler at me, okay?

(interview) So I guess I'm by myself, I have to step up and I'm like, more capable of doing this job.

Where is the snapper?

[Brings the snapper to the pass] Right here, chef.

It's raw. All of you, come here.

What the fuck happened?

Just touch that. [touches the top of snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it. Touch it. [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare- I am so pissed off! I can't take it anymore. I've had-I've had enough!

Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.

He (Paul) screws me, you (Monterray) walk away.

Sorry, chef.

Where's your respect? Get out! Fuck off!

Ugh.

Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?

Piss off!

Fuck!

Blue Team, I've got an amazing day. Do you like speed?

Meth or coke?[the contestants laugh]

Oh, my God! [Gordon slaps himself]

Only kidding! I'm only kidding!

[to Natalie] Switch spots with me, please. [he and Natalie do so]

You're going to make me stand next to him (Tommy)?

How long on the bass?

Three and a half minutes. (interview) I've never cooked sea bass here before, but it's just like any other piece of fish, and you know, I've already messed up once, you know. I don't plan on doing it again.

(to Jonathon) How long do you need?

Go ahead. I'm fixing to cut two wellingtons.

(brings the sea bass to the pass) Behind.

This wellington's overdone. Yep, here it is, baby. (interview) I'm almost to the point of panic. Tommy prepped my wellingtons like big balls of shit. What am I supposed to do? (in the kitchen) That's a little bitty motherfucker right there. Probably to get my ass handed to me on that one. Yep. (brings the wellington to pass) Here.

Oh, fuck me. (returns the sea bass and wellington to the workstation) All of you, come here!

[moans] (interview) Chef Ramsay's about to fucking kill my ass.

One, I don't know what the fuck that is. [grabs a wellington]

It's a little one, that's my fault, Chef. It won't happen again. It's a fucking little bit overcooked because of the size. I realize that. It won't happen again, I promise.

Just like that?... [throws a spoon on a workstation] (brief pause) (Natalie) And you? It's raw in the center. Raw. And you're a talented cook! (Natalie goes silent to give her response)

Chef, I've got some more wellingtons.

(calling Jonathon and Natalie out of the kitchen) You and you... fuck off! Get out!

For crying out, man, I'm so sick of this bullshit, man.

Hey, hold on. Take that shit with you.

I'm done. I'm quit.

JONATHON! COME HERE, YOU!

You can kiss my ass.

JONATHON! I'd respect you more if you told me BEFORE you brought it to me! (brief pause) A-anything to say?!

It won't happen again.

DON'T FUCKING DARE BRING ME THAT SHIT!

Yes, chef. Won't happen again.

Fuck off!

New York strip, wellington. Where are we?

How long, Tommy?

Anybody helping him or what?

Hold on, I got it! I got it!

You gotta cut those too, man!

Hold on. I got a rhythm going.

Oh, fuck me. You three.

Cut it and bring them up.

Bring it up!

What's this one, normal or medium? Is that medium?

Tommy, which one's well?

I don't know which one's well!

Medium or well?

(interview) Tommy can cook, but Tommy doesn't communicate. Tommy's in his own fucking world.

Tommy, what's this one?

Where's the two medium? (to Tommy) Stop. Leave me alone. Leave me alone, Tommy.

That's the medium rare, chef.

Leave me alone. My fucking head hurts.

The last two are medium.

[to Blue Team] All of you. All of you, just touch that. Just touch that! Where's the two medium?

Here, chef. And that is the medium rare.

Oh, the cold one? (to Tommy) You made me look like a fucking arsehole in front of Wolfgang Puck today! Now, that's... that's hot, that's lukewarm, and that's cold. Are you done?

No, no, no!

Yeah, I'm done with you!

Tommy, heat them up! Get them back to the fucking pass!

How long?!

HOW LONG?!

Three minutes, chef.

You have another wellington you can use, or do I need to put this one in?

WHY CAN'T WE JUST FUCKING REHEAT THEM?! [slams fist on workstation]

IT'S FALLING APART! IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT, I'M NOT SENDING IT OUT LIKE THAT!

Grape jokes. So many grape jokes.

(to Tommy) Are you serious right now bro? Natalie is going to fucking snap if you tell one grape joke.

(interview; with a deep funny voice) Hey Guys This Is Grape! Hello! [laughs then groans in frustration]

If you hold on a second, uh.. you know I think my brain will work if I have "grape" expectations.

I'm so tired.

(interview) Please say one more damn grape joke. Please do it. Because, I'm going to fucking choke you-

Natalie, I feel like after my jokes, I've lost all ap-peel to you.

(interview; softly) Oh my god! [Natalie has enough] I am tired of these stupid fucking grapes. [throws the grapes away]

Calm down, Natalie.

You know why? because I'm not peeling anymore grapes, this is as stupid as shit, and I'm not doing it....... [throws the grapes on the ground, and jumps on them like she is throwing a tantrum] I'M NOT PEELING THEM ANYMORE! NO MORE! NO MORE FUCKING GRAPES! I'M NOT PEELING ANYMORE GRAPES EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! THIS IS STUPID!

(interview) [says nothing]

Do you feel better?

(calmed) I feel better.

Oh, that was grape.

[throwing grapes at Tommy] Tommy I'm.... I'm going to kill you.