Frank Cala quotes from Hell's Kitchen

(to Alan) You fired on tuna?

Yeah, it's right here.

(interview) I didn't hear any entrées fired up by Chef Ramsay, but he sounds confident. He sounds like, you know, he knows what he's talking about, so I'm gonna be as supportive as I can.

Walking with the tuna.

Let's go. Walking, walking, coming up. Coming up.

Here we are.

[accompanying Alan to bring food] You got two tuna.

What are we doing?

We got two tuna.

Did Chef fire it?

What's that?

He (Alan) brought it up before you fired it, chef.

(to Alan) Hey, come here, you. Fucking bozo. Who called the entrée? [holds the cooked tuna into untimely mistake]

I did, chef.

You did?

Yes, chef.

(to Alan and gives him a warning) WOULD YOU MIND WE SEND THE APPETIZERS FIRST?!

No, chef.

FUCKING HELL.

(interview) Alan, that's embarrassing. You are a fucking moron.

[putting Alan's already cooked tuna to the table] Big difference, order fire, order in fire, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. (to Alan) All right?

They're cooked to fuck, those things. Who cooked the scallops?

Here, chef.

They're fucking rubber! The first portion was perfect, and that was a fucking fluke 'cause that is shit. [returns the pizza to the workstation after found out it was burned] (to Mark) Hey, by the way, in England, we have a saying, "When it's brown, it's cooked. When it's black, it's fucked!" [drops a plate of pizza to a workstation onto an empty plate at the bottom shattering into pieces] Disgusting, and you bring me that shit? WHAT'S GOING ON?! [screenshot of Audrina Patridge waiting her food]

Alan's rubber scallops and Mark's burned pizza have brought the kitchen into the standstill.

No one's communicating, no one's stepping up, and no one's taking charge.

Sorry, chef.

(to Frank) Frank, you got your own pizza?

Yeah.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. Get it back.

Pizza, coming up. (interview) I figured nobody else could do a better pizza than somebody who's 100 percent Italian from Brooklyn, New York.

What I did was I got some pancetta and rendered it down to crispy, just for another texture, and to enhance the flavor of the burger. And a little bit of liquid smoke.

Liquid smoke?

Yes, just... just a drop.

I didn’t ask you to get crazy. I just wanted you to cook what was on your back. Do the recipe.

(interview) Frank, I want to grab you by the neck and just shake you. The recipe is the recipe, and you can’t deviate from it.

(to Frank) Here’s the thing. Had you followed the recipe, that would’ve been a near perfect burger. Ashley, congratulations. Point to the Red team.

Thank you, chef.

Good job, Ashley.

(interview) She only won because I lost. That’s not a winner. That’s–that’s not a winner.

Over in the red kitchen...

Tuna and New York Strip?

Coming to the pass in 15 seconds, chef.

Hassan and Dannie hope the the third time's charm with their refired New York Strip and Tuna.

Coming out the pass, one New York (Strip).

One tuna.

(interview) There's no option to fail we can not fuck this up. If we do, another one of us is going home.

Fucking steak's raw. Hey, hey, Red Team! RED TEAM!

Yes, chef?

It is contagious. There's just mistake, after mistake, after mistake! DO ME A BIG FAVOR, ALL TOGETHER, FUCK OFF! GET OUT! GET OUT!

What happened?

What the fuck man?!

(interview) Kevin's gone. Tonight's dinner service was a complete disaster, the front of the train went off and the back just followed. (in the dorm) It was... just nipping in the but. Joe, biggest fuck-up of the night.

(to Frank) Yeah.

On order, four covers, Table 22: One special tableside, one carbonara, two scallops!

Yes, chef!

[to Jared] Hey, two minutes on those scallops!

Two minutes! Two minutes out!

Why do we call back, Jared? Why do we call back?

So we communicate, and so we know each other's times.

When I learned this system, it was in French. And when you were begging for one more minute, it was crucial we got one more minute. You've got to talk, yes?

Oui! [Chad looks up in confusion]

(interview) What the hell is going on? All of a sudden, Jared is speaking in French.

Oui.

[to Jared while lifting pans] So, these are really super hot now. So, you lift them up there as well.

Oui.

Okay, and that comes over there now.

Oui.

Yeah, there you go.

(interview) Are you fucking kidding me?

Frank, I can send the carbonara first, oui?

(interview) You try to fucking talk like that in Brooklyn, you know what would happen? I would pick this... [picks up nearby trashcan] fucking thing up, right? I would pick this up and I would put it over his fucking head.

Alright, guys. We're getting off to a great start! Keep it going! We're not slowing down, oui?

There’s seven plates up there.

I have one pork and two beef! Manda!

Yes, chef.

How many dishes are there up front?

There’s seven dishes, chef.

Unbelievable.

(interview; counts quickly) Yo, what the fuck is there seven up there for? Where’s the extra dish coming from?

Frank, you did chicken and beef?

Yeah.

Amanda told us she was doing beef.

(interview) This is not good.

What have we got?!

We got three beef, chef.

And that’s the best you can do for her (Andi)? Can you just get your shit together?! [facepalms] This is embarrassing!

(interview) Everybody knew I was doing this rib eye! Let’s do some math!

I just want two beef dishes. Come on!

We’re keeping the steak Diane, and we’ll keep that one right there. That’s it, done.

(interview) I don’t know if Frank has a problem with me or females in general, but what am I, fucking chopped liver?

While Chad and Jared commiserate, back in the blue kitchen, the rest of the chefs attempt to coordinate.

Here we go, Blue Team, one French toast, one chicken and waffles, two New York steak and eggs.

Yes, chef.

I'll drop the French toast. (interview) With Jared kicked out of the kitchen, its definitely added pressure, but I don't want to stand here, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get food and done out.

We gonna put these tables out. (to Manda) Manda, I need you to watch those French toast.

Yeah.

I need to know what it is. We're cooking for chefs, everything should be spot on. (to Frank) Frank, please keep an eye on my French toast for me, please? I just want to check this chicken.

I'm already turned them, I'm already turned them.

Okay, cool, cool. If you can run over (French toast) here, drop the waffle.

Alright. Manda, could you watch the French toast?

I got, I got that.

Two New York steak, one French toast urgently, yes?

I got two New Yorks ready to go.

Oh, man!

Fuck!

Manda, is that burnt?

(sees the French toast) Yep.

Who's cooking the French toast?

Frank. Frank was, Dannie was and then I was supposed to watch it.

No, no, Amanda said she was gonna take over it. Man up to it.

(to Frank) I-- I JUST SAID I WAS GONNA WATCH IT!

Yeah. (interview) She is fucking useless. Useless! Don't throw me under the bus for something I didn't do. I'll pack this fucking girl's bags myself.

(Manda) Young lady, you are standing in right a front of it.

Yes, chef.

DO ME A FAVOR, GET OUT!

ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! (interview) I’m pissed the fuck off! They didn’t throw me under a bus, they threw me under a fucking Mack truck! [to Jared as she walks into the dorms] ONE MISTAKE! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! How many times did we send up raw-ass chicken?! It came back raw fucking three times!

Twice!

(enters the dorms) I’ve been re-firing eggs all night, and every single one of my steaks was perfect!

I don’t give a fuck what you’ve been re-firing! All you’re doing is bitching to me about, "I cooked a million eggs" SO FUCKING COOK ANOTHER ONE!

Just cook another one. We’ll just all wait for Jared to get his shit together.

[flips Manda off] Fuck you. That was fucking low!

Whatever.

Fuck you! THAT’S FUCKING IT! [punches wall as he walks away]

Blue team! Frank! Speed up, let's go! Raw fish. How thick is the fish?

Very thick.

Thicker than last time. There's no two fish the same, right? But it's undercooked.

Yes, chef.

I'm sorry, Frank.

(interview) If I tell you to watch something, just fucking watch it, y'know? I mean, don't send it up raw.

Come on, blue team! Come on! [claps his hands and pounds the workstation] Speed up a bit now, okay? (to Frank) Are they in the pan yet?

No, not yet, chef.

Ah, fuck me.

Frank, get them in the pan!

Please, please, please! Frank, can you bounce back a little bit?

Yes.

You can? [walks up to Frank and stares at him; Frank continues cooking without responding] That's it blue team, yeah, we've switched off?

No that's not it chef.

But look at his (Frank) FACE! (to Frank) Young man, would you like to go home?

Nah, I'm good.

(to Frank) Frank, bounce back. It's no big deal.

Bounce back about what?

Okay, exactly, exactly.

Thank you. (interview) Like, "bounce back", you fucked me over. What do you mean "bounce back"?

I'm dragging four snapper!

Jared, Jared. I got two beef, two snapper in the pizza oven.

Heard.

Thank you.

(interview) Here we go. Frank just tries to pass the buck

You checking the snapper over there?

(interview) That's what Frank does. Frank tries to be like, "well if my hands didn't touch it last, it's not my problem".

Snapper, right now! [brings the fish to the pass]

Ohhh, minchia. That's uhhh that's not good at all.

The flavor was good and then I went towards the middle.

Maybe they thought you ordered some sashimi. Let me take this please. I'm so sorry, I apologize. [returns to the kitchen] (to Gordon) Chef?

What's the matter?

This is table 22.

Oh no.

They already waited for the fish, and they are raw inside. They're undercooked.

[drops the bowls of raw fish in the trash] Oh, FUCKING HELL.

Hey, from now on, don't-just don't touch the snapper until I look at it, please.

Okay.

Yes.

Thank you.

Yes.

(interview) It sucks because I'm getting fucked by everybody else and I'm dragging now on fish because of them, but like, I didn't push out those snappers.