[During the signature dish challenge]
What I have here is a grilled hickory-rubbed watermelon.
Seriously? You had forty-five minutes to make me anything, and you grill me a slice of fucking melon?
The rub doesn't work. I'm disappointed, it's underwhelming! One! (to Fernando) Okay, young man, could you take your glasses off for one minute? How old are you?
Stop! Harry Potter looks older! [audience laughs] Jesus, are you on a diet?
[laughs along with the audience and contestants] For you or me?
Okay, so what's the dish?
FFernando
Pan-seared pigeon, chef, with a sweet potato purée and a California fig and balsamic reduction.
You cooked the squab beautifully. Purée's just absolutely sublime. Congratulations, four.
FFernando
Thank you, chef.
Blue team! I cannot take ONE MORE MISTAKE!
(interview) I still believe my team can do it. I believe we're gonna do it!
[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Fernando, at that point after failed to serve a single entrée, he has had enough with the Blue team]
Holy fuck! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE!
Fucking halibut's raw and cold.
FFernando
That was my fault chef.
Yeah, FUCK off. [angrily throws the halibut away; points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, you and you FUCK OFF! GET OUT. GET OUT!
Blue team! Two halibut, two lamb!
Walking with the halibut!
[to Gordon as he brings fish to the pass] Two halibut.
Lamb! [Sterling doesn't respond] No answer. LAMB!!
Lamb is one minute off! It's too rare, chef!
One minute off?! Oh my God!
That was too rare, but I got one! I got one ready! By the time I cut this, I'll be ready!
FFernando
(to Sterling) If it's not good, don't slice it.
FFernando
Wait, check. Check it. Check first. It's raw! Don't slice it more! Just put it back!
(interview; facepalms) Oh, no. What have I done now, man?
(to Sterling) Hey, you! FUCK-WIT! Come here, you! Get me the fucking lamb! Get me the lamb!
ALL OF YOU, COME HERE!! HURRY UP, FERNANDO! [places raw lamb next to the halibut] Look how we are reverting to cooking.
[Gordon separates the halibut to show the raw center and slams his fist onto the plate; Sterling slams both fists down]
[throws fish onto the floor] SHIT!! HEY, ALL OF YOU! CAN YOU SLOW IT DOWN AND GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER?!
[Marino returns to the pass with calamari from the Italian Consulate table]
The Italian Consule, they told me the calamari are raw and got no flavor.
Raw calamari, fucking hell. Unbelievable, ALL OF YOU, STOP! ALL OF YOU! Have I got news for you, raw fucking calamari. Touch them, raw. Yeah, raw calamari.
(interview) Ashley, what is happening? Undercooked? Seriously?
That's from the Italian Consulate table. WHAT IS GOING ON? WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! (to Sterling) Any ideas now? All of you, get out! Just leave me alone! Get out! GET FUCKING OUT!
(interview) Again? Fuck me!
GET OUT!! PATHETIC! GET OUT!!
(interview) From what I've seen so far, the Red team is kind of a let down for me, it's just ridiculous.
Last ticket! Come on guys, MOVE!
FFernando
Alright, garnish is walking!
FFernando
Going up with steaks?
Behind you. [brings his steaks to the pass]
Here we go, story of the night. Tagliatelle? (to Aaron) Give me a fucking time, you.
(interview) I don't here any more yelling over there in the Red team which means the girls just got kicked out so we have to close this service down.
Behind, two tag. [brings his tagliatelle to the pass]
Oh, my God man. That is extraordinary. Happy now?
(to Steve) Yeah, fuck it. You start slow, he (Frank) sends raw food, clear down.
On order, and obviously not away, two risotto, two scallops.
FFernando
Scallops are not going to be a problem today.
Fernando on the fish station...
Why are you seasoning the scallops?
FFernando
I'm sorry, chef?
You fucking heard me! Why are you seasoning scallops? [Fernando doesn't answer] What a fucking idiot!
And Chef Ramsay has something to say about that.
FFernando
(interview) Oh, fuck! Here we go.
I'm going to call out the orders and after the first show, we're going to start cooking. You're seasoning the scallops. Why?
FFernando
I forgot about that.
You forgot? We haven't even started and you just forgot, just like that. Hey Blue team, fucking wake up will you?
FFernando
I will chef. Fuck!
I just, I don't fucking get it!
Begins dinner service already in the doghouse...
FFernando
(to Gordon) Risotto, behind you!
[after touching the risotto and cutting into the lobster] Blue team!
COME HERE! Just touch that! Touch it!
FFernando
Oh my God. That's from the fridge, man!
Hey, hey, team! Touch it!
Fucking cold. (interview) What the fuck is going on?! Aaron, how do you send a cold lobster?
FFernando
Come on, Aaron.
Scallops are undercooked.
...fucking lobster tail in!
FFernando
Come on, man! Just tell us what you need! How–how long?
(to Aaron) Put it on the burner, bro.
No, I don't have to, dude! You don't throw cold lobster tail in! (interview) Every time Bryant touches something on my station, it's fucked!
I didn't touch your lobster tail. Take ownership! I didn't–I put it in right here in your butter. (interview) Aaron can't cook to save his life! [to Aaron] Calm the fuck down, dude. (interview) That's how you wanna be a team? Alright, man. Fuck you! I'm not doing none of your shit now!
Halibut garnish is coming! (to Aaron) Let's go! Wellington's in the window!
Thank you, chef. (to blue team) Come on, guys! We need those two halibut!
Let's go! (interview) Like, seriously, Aaron? Get your shit together! I am putting up meat that is perfect.
[sees Aaron running to the pass with halibut] Fucking hell. Come back, John, please. [separates the halibut and notices they're both raw in the center] Hey, blue team!
Raw halibut in the middle there...and raw halibut in the middle there.
FFernando
Aaron, you got two more, right?
(to Aaron) You got two more?
The fuck? (interview) Aaron is just a fucking wreck! [to Aaron] You don't even know what you're doing, man! (interview) That bitch can make desserts, but that's it! (to Aaron) You lost it. (interview) Fuck him!
Blue team, they're (Red team) plating!
I'm ready to plate, guys! Ready to plate! Come on!
FFernando
(interview) Both kitchens have to deliver at the same time, but everything has to be cooked to perfection. That's it. That's all he wants. (to Santos) In the middle, okay? Make sure you get in four per pan!
No! We don't have enough. (interview) We are so screwed right now. It's going to take a very long time to re-fire.
Fucking hell. Ran out of fucking risotto. How many portions are we short? (to Fernando) Hey! Tell me, please!
Two short?! [throws spoon; to Fernando] Hey, you, come here! You've ran out of risotto. [to the rest of the Blue Team] Hey. Hey, stop. Stop! We're not serving until we're all together!
They deserve to be served AT THE SAME TIME!
We are not serving this course until we're all together!
Come on, Fernando. How long?
FFernando
Give me a minute.
Alright, hurry up. (interview) Come on, Fernando! You're supposed to be an executive chef. You should know a little bit better than that.