[Tavon has brought pigeon to the pass; Gordon tears the meat apart and notices it raw in the middle]
Fucking raw. [walks back to workstation] The pigeon's still raw! Hey, hey! Hey, all of you, stop! Look! This fucking pigeon's that raw it can still fly! Touch it! [hands plate back to Tavon] Stone-fucking-cold and raw! Come on!
RRoyce
(interview) Tavon couldn't cook a squab. He's just a fucking moron.
Are you seriously—You're an executive chef?
Four minutes on the squab, chef.
[returns to the pass] Fuck me!
RRoyce
(interview) Royce can make spaghetti. Royce can make squab. Royce can make everything! I got this.
We've got about a minute and a half on the pasta.
RRoyce
My spaghetti's coming up. I'm fucking ready, we're ready, let's go!
RRoyce
Yeah, yeah. We got it. It's good to go.
(interview) I worked for a pasta company that produces a million pounds of pasta a day. Royce, let me clue you in on a little something. That spaghetti ain't done!
[Gordon checks and eats a piece of spaghetti; finds that it's crunchy]
[returns to the workstation; to Royce] Hey you, come here. Crunchy fucking spaghetti. Crunchy. You can just see it. Pick that up, look. Crunchy.
RRoyce
Sorry, chef. I'll have another one in thirty seconds.
RRoyce
I'll have another one in thirty seconds!
Hey, hey! Look at me! GET OUT!! Join the fucking exec upstairs! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!
[bringing the mashed potatoes back from the pass] Bland. Look, it's bland. It's bland. Just stands in there.
Butter! Cream! Look, it's bland. It's like fucking plasticine. My God, work it!
RRoyce
(interview) Chef Ramsay, I want to say I'm sorry, uh... I'm sorry I disappointed you. I, uh... I didn't know how you wanted your mashed potatoes. [sniffles and pretends to wipe away a tear from his eye]
I don't know how to wake you up anymore. You're like a zombie!
You make him (Don) look fucking good!
Come on, Donald! Let's go!
GGuy
(interview) One minute, I'm going up.
You've got to be kidding me.
RRoyce
(interview) One minute!!
DDon
One minute on that steak, chef.
Three minutes ago, you said one minute, yeah?
DDon
Yeah, I'm right there. One minute!
What's going on? You're shouting "one minute" just like a fucking idiot!
DDon
Uhm... Like a minute and a half.
Oh, my God. Fucking hell! Come on, Donald!
DDon
Yes, chef! Coming up. [delivers his meat to the pass] Sorry, chef.
Jesus Christ!! [checks the steak] What the fuck? Oh, my God! [returns to the workstation] Yeah, stop, STOP!! [Don groans] You keep me waiting and they arrive in the window, medium-well. And you're telling me one minute, I came back four minutes later it's still one minute.
For some reason, both Royce and Justin are cooking fish.
Hey, who's cooking the bass?
I have my hands for this order.
Oh my GOD! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!
You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not ONE of you are fucking communicating, both of you FUCK off out of here!
Fuck off! [throws towel at Justin as he walks out]
(to Royce) Hey, chef. Shit chef, come here. Burnt bits of crispy skin. Eat that. [Royce tastes the burnt chicken skin] How did that taste?
GET OUT! Hey, I'm done! You're over your head! [claps angrily] GET OUT OF HERE.
[Royce heads back to dorms, leaving just Brian and Roshni in the Blue kitchen]
(interview) All of a sudden, it's just me and Roshe. Holy shhhiiittt!
I don't give a fuck if I finish this table on my own with Scott. I don't care anymore.
(interview) We are screwed, big time.
GGuy
[walks to the pass] Coming up!
Over-fucking-cooked. (returns to workstation) Stop!! All of you, come here! Look, now we've gone overcooked to fuck! Horribly-done, grainy rubber. [hands scallop to Clemenza] Feel that, feel it! Just cooked to fuck! Who cooked them?
Guy! I'd rather you do it with control than try to rush them and create that mess!
(interview) Oh my God. We're done!
Clemenza! CLEMENZA!! Scallops, please! I'm running out of time! [still no response from Clemenza]
RRoyce
(interview) Guy just fumbled on the scallops, and I'm watching Clemenza go down like a body in the East River.
(to Guy) Get that scallop perfect, Guy. Come on, brother.
(interview) It's scallops! I mean, it's scallops!
Jesus Christ. Royce, get out there and tell them we need an extra five minutes. Hurry up!
[After the successful dinner service, Gordon has discovered the swordfish was left on a tray]
What is all that - oh fuck me! (Calls the Blue Team; as they lost the service) Stop, stop, ALL OF YOU!
(interview) Shit man, now what!
Who cooked this? (to Clemenza) Clemenza, come here you! What the fuck have you done?
(interview) Oh, no, no, no. (moans)
(to Royce) Royce, come here you!
[puts out all of the leftover of swordfish into the workstation] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. Why did you cook so much?
I called them into 18 that can make four more.
That's not four more, its 11 more!
(to Royce) You told him (Clemenza), 18?
RRoyce
No. That I told him sixteen plus one.
Okay, seventeen. (interview) I say what the fuck is sixteen plus one? You called fucking seventeen, you jerkoff!
Blue team, away now Table 22, Concentrate. Three filet, one hanger steak.
Yes chef, four minutes. [Royce just stares at Gordon]
Royce doesn't even answer. Three filet, one hanger! Tell him, chef, three filet, one hanger.
RRoyce
Yes, chef, three filet, one hanger!
RRoyce
Three filet, one hanger!
RRoyce
Three filet, one hanger!
RRoyce
Three filet, one hanger! I got two minutes on mine. [Ramsay claps slowly]
Give me three minutes-- three minutes, chef, on...
Three filet! Sorry chef. Three filet, one hanger!
Hey, you! Hey, fuckwit. Come here you.
Hey, you! (Justin) On meat. Let's go. Patrick. Fuck off!
Hey, outside and get some fresh air. Fuck off!
[Patrick goes into the dining room where a kid starts laughing at him]
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