Jason Ellis quotes from Hell's Kitchen

(interview) Andrew? I don't know what happened to that cat. Chef Ramsay hit his ass with some fairy dust and made his ass disappear.

Salvatore! [pause] That's the wellington cooked perfectly.

Thank you, chef.

Where is the fucking chicken?

(to Jason) The chicken?

[slices chicken breast and sees that it's raw] Fuck! Should be ready. Damn!

Hold it, you got to get that chicken to the window!

I got it.

(interview) He's always, "I got it. I got it. I got it." You ain't got shit out.

Where's the fucking chicken? Jason, can you talk to me please?

Yes, chef!

Where's the fucking CHICKEN?

Two minutes, chef.

[throws a spoon] Oh fuck off. [sees what Jason is doing] Is that - oh, fuck off! I'm not cooking like that.

(interview) He was rushing his chicken. The chicken wasn't even ready. Jason's not taking care of business. He totally fucked us.

Come here you. So the fucking chicken's raw, yeah, and you're frying it like a fucking first class - look at that. That's your best?

No, chef! (interview) Yes, chef, I fucked the chicken up! He got in my face. I took it like a man. Started over with a brand new chicken.

Fine dining?

No, chef!

A fine fucking MESS! [kicks the bin]

Oh, dear. Scott! (returns to the workstation)

Yes, chef?

All of you, come here!! Just touch that beef. Just touch it, hurry up. (points to Jason) How's that temperature?

Rare.

Yeah? How's that temperature?

Rare.

(to Scott Hawley) That's fucking rare. I requested it medium!

It was medium-rare for me, chef.

You're fucking miles off! And each and every one in your fucking team said it's undercooked! Just get it in the oven!!

Yes, chef.

It's fucking raw.

Yeah, that's no good.

Everybody, come here a minute! Just touch that! I requested it rare!

Raw.

There's a big fucking difference between rare and raw! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SCOTT?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON?

Nothing chef.

(interview) Scott fucked up twice; he destroyed us tonight. He should be gone.

(interview) Scott tries to be the leader, the best, bla-bla-bla, but that was still mooing.

It's bright white fat! It's fucking raw!

How long, Scott?

I need 3 minutes, okay?

Fuck off, okay?!

With the clock running out on their two hours...

Come on guys, you got 25 minutes to go yes?

...the blue team is moving quickly but not carefully.

[finds fried chicken along with fries in the fryer] All of you, come here! [gets the fryer and slams it on the stove] So who's the fucking smart-arse? Who's the fucking smart-arse?

I put the chicken in there chef.

What, with the fries?

I just dropped the chicken in the fries chef.

Let's go! Go with the chicken! Come on!

Jason! Jason, look at me!

Yes, chef! I'm looking.

It's not fucking good enough!

Yes, chef!

It's a fucking fine dining restaurant, yeah? Not a fucking fast food pick up joint! Get the fries out of there first, then put your fucking chicken in there!

Yes, chef.

Thank you!

The fries weren't done, chef.

The fries are a fucking side! Get your chicken going and get the fucking - Listen to me Jason!

I'M LISTENING CHEF!

THEN DO IT THEN! DO IT!

I'M DOING IT CHEF!! I don't want to put up with this fucked-up ass bullshit. It's fuckin' crazy. I don't give a fuck. Fuck it.

(to Sous-chef Andi) Look at this, Look. It's raw. Nilka?

Yes, chef?

The lobster is raw. [Nilka groans] Come here, madam, come here. Just touch it will you?

I just took it out of the pan.

Look at me. Look at me, put it down! Put it down! Look at me, LOOK AT ME! [Nilka puts the lobster down] OUT! GET OUT! Benjamin!

Oui, chef?

One lobster. Nilka!

Fuck!

GET OUT!

I'M GOING!

(interview) He was annnnngry!

Madam! Hey, madam! (cuts to Autumn while she slaps her cheek in an interview) MADAM!

(sulkily) Yes, chef?

TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF AND FUCK OFF!

NO, CHEF, DON'T SAY THAT, PLEASE!

(interview) Nilka just kept getting hit like a ship by torpedo after torpedo after torpedo, and it finally just - she just sunk to the bottom of the ocean. And Chef said just - she needed to go.

CHEF, PLEASE. Chef, please don't say that. Oh my fucking GOD. [picks up a "wet floor" sign and slams it on the corridor]

Fucking hell. (to the chefs) Now pick it up!

Yes, chef.

With Nilka gone, the kitchen jumps into action.

Two minutes to the window.

Two minutes, chef!

But Nilka isn't ready to leave just yet.

Let's go, Scott please?... [sees Nilka] Nilka!

Chef...

No, no, no. I'm in the middle of service. Take your jacket off and get out of Hell's Kitchen. I've had enough. I-I can't do it, okay?

Please!

Nilka, don't do this to me. They're under pressure, we're under pressure. Take your jacket off and get out!

I want to still cook and prove myself, chef. (interview) And I won't stop, no, 'cos this is my dream, this is my fucking destiny, and this is what I want.

[reading off a ticket] Turbot, wellington...

I want to cook!

Lobster, turbot, wellington, beef. Let's go.

I don't want to leave like this, chef.

Oh, fuck me. Fucking hell.

Let me go to my station.

(interview) Nilka wouldn't leave. She was asked to leave one time, then leave. Get the hell out of here.

Please? I can do this shit!

Turbot, lobster, wellington, beef. Nilka!

I want to cook!

GET OUT!

I want to cook! I can do this! Please!

Hey, guys, I'm telling you now, do something for me. Get her OUT OF HERE!

Nilka, you got to go.

Benjamin!

Oui chef.

Get her out!

You got to go! When chef tells you to go, you got to go.

Go, go, go! (interview) Hurricane Nilka just had an absolute category five meltdown.

Oh my fucking God. I don't want to leave.

Nilka, get out.

GET YOUR JACKET OFF AND GET OUT!

This is so fucked up. I gave my whole life for this shit. (interview) It hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to take my jacket off. (walking out) Fucking bullshit. (interview) It it - oh, it's just... it pisses me off that it went down like this, it really really did. It really really did.

Oh, fucking hell.

(brings his appetizers to the pass) Oh, fuck.

(returns to the workstation) Benjamin.

Oui chef.

Come here. Ed.

Yes, chef.

Come here, Ed. So he (points to Benjamin) brings the next table to me, He's (Jay) fucking say nothing and then that comes up to me. Do me a favour. (to Benjamin and Ed) You and you, GET OUT! ENOUGH!

(overhears Gordon) Don't think I'm going to get my lamb.

Fuck off up to the dorm. Get out. Get out, Benjamin. Get out! (to Jason) Jason, on the fish.

Yes, chef.

(to Autumn) Autumn, on the meat.

Yes, chef.

(to Holli) Holli, on the appetisers.

Yes, chef.

Fucking unbelievable.

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.