Milly quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Beet salad.

Oh my God! MICHAEL!

Yes, chef!

What's the beet salad for? It's not even on order.

(interview) What?! [chuckles] Michael, what? What are you doing?

(to Michael) It's like you're cooking for imaginary friends! It's not on order!

(interview; sighs)

Is it just to look busy?!

No, chef. I–I heard, chef. I made a mistake.

You heard it? You got little voices in your head?

Yes, chef.

Let me put one more in there. [whispers in Michael's ear] WAKE UP!

Yes, chef.

Now fuck off!

How are you on risotto, Milly?

I'm two minutes out on this risotto!

Holy shit! I don't know what's going on.

(interview) Cameron is confused already.

Scallops! Where are they?! [turns over the scallops Cameron brought to the pass] Oh my God. [to the blue team] Hey, all of you! All of you! Come here! Come here, come here! First table of the night, I've got raw fucking scallops!

They're not seared on both sides.

Who cooked them?!

[raises his hand] I did.

Do they deserve that?!

No, chef. Definitely not.

Our first table!

(interview) Cameron wasn't even flipping the fucking scallops over! I couldn't believe it at all!

(to Sous Chef James) First table, James! Let's start it again!

Great. (interview) I just looked like a fucking idiot there, man. I dropped the ball.

(to Cameron) Watch. You're frying them in fucking too much hot oil, yes.

Yes, chef.

Thirty seconds each side!

(interview) Chef Ramsay, when he's in the kitchen, he's very, very intimidating.

Shake the pan, gently! And then out! Clean pan, let's go!

Yes, chef!

Fucking hell!

(interview) It kinda throws you off.

Hey! Was that so hard?!

Yes. Thank you for the—Yes, chef!

First ticket!

First ticket, give me...fif—twenty seconds, please. Twenty seconds!

(interview) I don't know what the fuck is going on with Cameron.

(to Brendan) Help me!

I got it.

(interview) He was going crazy! Like, literally scared of the food or something!

SCALLOPS!

You guys, keep calm, okay? (interview) I'm cringing right now thinking, "These have to be perfect." They have to be perfect!

Fuck me!

Nope. Coming back.

They're fucking rubber! (to the blue team) HEY! HEY, STOP! ALL OF YOU!! All of you, fuck off! Come here!!

Yes, chef!

(interview) This is–this is not good. He's gonna kick us all out!

What is going on?

It's my fault.

What the fuck is going on?

(interview) He can't cook a scallop! One side, gorgeous! The other side, nothing!

They're fuck–just touch that!

I see it. It's my fault. I'm sorry.

(interview) Fuckin' ridiculous!

Have a fucking meeting here, one minute on your own, and GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!

Heard, chef.

(interview) Chef Ramsay, just seeing him angry, it's horrific! It's the scariest thing I've ever seen! [laughs] It's terrible! (to Cameron) Hey, brand new! Brand new! Brand new, right now! LET'S GO! [tries opening the door] There's no handle.

There's no handle on that door, so they can't get out. [Sous chef James laughs along with Gordon]

Have you two got this?

Yes, chef. (interview) I need to fight back, you know? I want to show Chef Ramsay that I'm sorry that I gave him shit!

Two scallops, Michael?!

Yes, chef!

Where are they?

Hey, hey, hey! Stop! STOP!! (to Michael) What did I ask you to do?

Scallops, chef.

The scallops aren't even in the pan, right? And look. I got the dressed salad!

(interview) Michael, we are going down in flames right now because of you!

I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO! I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING GO!!

Let's go, boys! We have to come back! Come on!

(to Milly) Fuck it, I got it.

You sure?

I got it! (to Gordon) Scallops at the window.

[flips over scallops and sees them raw underneath] Ah, fucking hell. (to blue team) Hey, hey. STOP! [points at Brendan, Cameron, and Michael] You, you, you, come here.

Yes, chef.

The rest of you, continue cooking.

Yes, chef.

(to Michael; while handing him the scallop tray) Take that.

Yes, chef.

...and fuck off out of here.

Yes, chef.

GET OUT!

Right, Bret...

Yes, chef?

...and Milly, take over the fish!

Yes, chef!

Four minutes, two pork; four and a half minutes, two wellington!

Got it, let's go! We gotta finish this!! (interview) Chef Ramsay's pissed. We have to turn it back around! I'm not losing. I do not want to lose.

(to Nick) What's going, Nick?! Nick, what's going?!

Uh... two salmon, two halibut! Two pork, two wellington!

[shakes his head] Two pork, two salmon followed by two salmon, two wellington!

Heard, chef!

There's no halibut going! [to Josh] What's going, Josh?

Two salmon and...two lamb?

Enough's enough! I have never seen a team so fragmented in all my fucking life! You, you, you, you, you, and you fuck off!

Yes, chef.

James, you and I will finish them. (o blue team) GET OUT!

Yes, chef.

Fuck!

GET OUT!

Un-fucking-believable.

Come on, man! (interview) I feel disrespected, I don't understand it! I ain't never been kicked out of a kitchen in my life!

About time, chef.

[removes lid to reveal...] Guys, it's peanut butter and jelly.

I don't care, I'm hungry. I need something to eat!

I mean... peanut butter and jellyfish.

(interview) What the fuck?! I never even knew you could eat jellyfish!

Get 'em down, and get back in here. Come on!

Fuck, man! (interview) Are you kidding me? Are you crazy?! [as he walks out of the kitchen] Man, FUCK! (interview) I'm not eating that shit, man. I'm good, man.

Peanut butter and jellyfish?

I'm the only one who scored a point, so I shouldn't have to eat it.

Well, we worked as a team. We're all eating it. (interview; claps sarcastically) Congrats. I'm glad you got the point for our team, but you better step up and eat a sandwich.

Egh! (interview) Peanut butter and jelly... fish? It's not good!

I don't feel good.

How's lunch?

Good. It was good. [burps] Oh, God! (interview) It's not good.

Yeah. I bet.

How long?

Five minutes, chef.

What?!

I just have to put it out right, chef. I'm sorry. (interview) Lamb takes fifteen minutes, start to finish. So we're just fucking waiting. We're waiting and waiting.

How long on the lambs?

This fucking lamb's still not cooked! STILL NOT COOKED!

Come on! Fuck.

How long, two chicken, two lamb?

How long, Brendan?

Two minutes, chef.

STILL TWO MINUTES?!

No. It's one–one minute out.

A minute?! Brendan!

Garnish, Milly, to the window!

Yes, chef.

Milly, I need you to wait another minute. I–I'm sorry. The lamb's just–it's not cooked yet.

So then don't tell us two minutes! Tell us four minutes! Don't lie to us! Don't lie to chef!

Brendan!

Yes, chef.

Did you just shut down the kitchen? Now we look like fucking idiots! I asked for one of you, two of you, three of you to start showing some leadership qualities! NO ONE'S STEPPING UP! WAKE UP!

Yes, chef!

We're gonna go with two more halibut in that pan.

No, they're right here. You only need four there, right? You have two there already done. (interview) Brendan and I are just cooking fish. It's a fucking free-for-all of fish! Fish everywhere! And they're all cooked improperly!

(to Brendan) Hey, can you have two halibut? How long? [pause] Can you just give me something, Brendan? Just something.

Guys, I need fucking help here!

It's falling apart!

(to Nick) No, you gotta help him! He's your partner!

I'm trying to!

So talk to him!

I–I am!

We have to talk to him! It's a team effort!

I'm walking with two halibut!

Fucking lamb, behind!

[checks center of the halibut] Fucking hell. Hey, hey, hey.

Oh my God. Fuck my life.

All of you, come here. I'm gonna go fucking crazy. [separates fish with spatula] Raw. Raw, raw.

(interview) Brendan could not get it in the middle. Either it was overcooked or it was raw. Stop somewhere in the fucking middle and you'll be right!

What is this? [points at Nick and Brendan] You and you, fuck off! GET OUT! Milly, Bret get on fish!