Rosann quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Welcome to Hell's Kitchen. You must be all very excited to meet Chef Gordon Ramsay. Actually, I'm quite good at doing an impression of him.

" What about you(To Shayna)? Can you do a little impression of Gordon?

How about you(To Jason)?

I think you're going to have to work on it. What about you (To chef Ramsay) big guy?

(interview) Damn, he's doing it real good.

(interview) Wait a minute.

(interview) I know that voice.

That's right. It's me. (removes his disguise. The chefs start screaming and hollering.)

(interview) Oh, my God! I've been sitting next to the chef on the bus the whole fucking time!

(interview) Whoo! Didn't know it was coming.

Halt! Let's see if you guys can actually cook as well as you shout off on the bus. And you, the black Gordon Ramsay right?

Yes sir. Four star general.

Time to button it now and start cooking. Get in there and cook me your signature dishes. Let's go!

[returning Sharon's eggs to the workstation] Who turn the eggs around like that? You served eggs like that?

(interview) Hello! I know it thinks that hard to fry an egg.

[sees a fried egg with in disgust] I want them up! OH, COME ON!!! (to Rosann) Rosann, can you take control?

Yes, chef.

Vanessa, get the captain's badge on from your fucking arm will you?!

Rosann, away!

Okay ladies, come on let's get one scallop, one Caesar to this window, how long?

(interview) I sat out as captain and its pretty bad.

(with a piece of chicken) Who cooked this chicken?

I did chef.

Come here! Let's get all together now.

Come on, ladies!

You hold the chicken.

Yes sir. Oh shit!

Pass it around.

(interview) I thought either a pan was going to get thrown, glass was going to get shattered. Someone was getting hurt.

Throw me the ball. [Sharon throws the chicken to Gordon] Let's fucking... play rounders! [throws the chicken hard against the oven]

(interview) It happened to be the chicken so, sorry to the chicken.

It's rubber! Plastic - dry - shit!

While General Bobby feeds his troops in the Blue dining room, customers on the Red side are sending out distress signals.

...But the diners aren't the only ones in need of rescue.

Oh, no. Oh, no, come on. Stop. Stop. Stop! Stand back! Stand back! Stand BACK!! [removes the meat from the pan] There's cooking, and there's fucking bonfire-- STAND BACK!!! Same shit, different day. [throws the pan in the sink, where the fire blows up, then dies.] This is fucking embarrassing!!

(interview) My mind is racing, my heart is pounding...

That's not a fucking sauté pan, that's a FURNACE! LOOK at the meat!!

(interview) I blew four pieces of meat on there. It was just really horrible for me. I'm hoping I'm never going to have that happen again.

It's SCORCHED! Cooking, my ass!

[checking Rosann's runny mashed potatoes] Oh come on! You, fucking... pisscream, what is that shit?

Oh, I'm sorry.

Fuck off, will you yeah? Is that how you're going to fucking respect these tables?

Absolutely not chef.

"Absolutely not chef."

(interview) I started getting really fucking frustrated because I couldn't catch up and I was just falling behind. So it was only just getting more and more hectic for me.

I don't know when you're going to think about waking up but hey, soon I would appreciate it madam.

Yes, chef.

Pathetic. This is what you're doing... [taps the spoon on the veg pan] Would you stop tapping and start concentrating?!

Okay, my mistake, chef.

Oh, fucking right it was your mistake! I need the mashed and the carrots now!

Yes, chef.

Mashed, carrots now! I can't go unless I've got the veg! What is going on Rosann? Oh my god, almighty. This is fucking meltdown. Out of the way please. [tastes the mashed potatoes] Oh, fucking hell! No salt. (to the servers) Go, go, go. Send the vegetables separate. She gets confused over a fucking vegetable [Rosann now brings the garnish to the pass] Fuck off will you yeah? FUCK OFF! They're gone! Get away! The lamb, wellington's already gone! Fuck all! [sits in fetal position] Rosann!

Yes, chef.

Not good enough!

Oh, fucking hell, what is she doing? Put the pan down! Put it down! Put the pan down! Just fucking let go. Look, this-this is where you are. Just-just stop, this is where you are. Touch that. [Jen walks away] Hey, hey, just come here! Fucking come here! All of you. That's you as well, stroppy face. I don't know what it is with you, but you've given up and it fucking shows! Just the way you mope, the way you turn, and the fucking chips on your shoulder. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

(interview) Well, what the fuck? You don't want me say nothing so I'm not going to say shit! Now, that I'm not saying nothing, you're pissed off because I'm not saying nothing. I just can't win for losing!

Touch that!

It's shit.

Yeah, it's shit. [throws the langoustine at Matt] Fucking right, it's shit! (to Matt) Did it hurt?

No, chef.

Fucking sue me! Hey, look at me, hey. Because the response is fucking shocking. No-one gives a damn! Now I've got raw, stone-cold, fucking langoustine! Raw, stone-cold LANGOUSTINE!

Yes, chef. I’m going to fix it right now.

One minute. One minute. You got too much oil.

Hey! Calm chef! Take your fucking garnish back!

[to Rosann] How long for that salmon?

I need five minutes, Chef.

[to Jen] Have you got the garnish for the salmon?

[with her back turned to Gordon] No, I didn't hear that either.

Hey, you! Don't look at me when you talk to me!

I just said, "No!" I was putting my food in here, Chef.

Hey, Jen, look at me. You're one fucking cocky lady, for someone who knows jack-shit, you know that?

Yes, Chef.

You're so far up your own arse you don't know how fucking cocky you are.

(interview) He said I was cocky, but it's like, "What the fuck?" I-I act humble every time I see him so how the fuck am I cocky?

(to Jen and Rosann) That's there beef sliced, sourced, ready garnish there, salmon not ready. It's the story all the night you can't even get two fucking dishes together. That's how shit you've (Rosann and Jen) been. Yeah fuck, fuck off! Start the whole- (slams all the table's entrées onto Jen's station) FUCKING TABLE AGAIN! I've had enough. Okay? Not good enough for me. I've had ENOUGH! ENOUGH!

(interview) I-I can't please that man and for him to turn and throw a fucking full ass tray of food on my station like I'm some kind of dog. Don't nobody disrespect me like that! I'm getting tired of this shit right know, I really am!

[to Jen] I've had enough. I can't tell you anything anymore, I can't even give you any directions, do you know why? You're undirectable, because it's like [mocks Jen] muh. Oh, really? [to Rosann] And you!

Yes, Chef?

Yeah?

(interview) I don't know if I even deserve to stay because after tonight's performance, I know I let the chef down and I let myself down and I let my daughter down and that's what's hurting me the most right know. [tries to hold back tears and puts her hand over her face]

[throws his pencil across the Red kitchen] Fuck it... pathetic bunch of fucking women... [leaves the Red kitchen]

How are you doing Rosann?

Where's the fucking garnish? [Rosann's garnish pan catches fire] That's burned! Hey madam, come here. Why are you burning veg?

It was an accident chef.

(interview) Rosann just doesn't know how to organize herself. She gets herself worked up and burns garnishes...

The beef is cooked and I still haven't got the garnish.

(interview)...and it screws up the rest of the team.

You're not trustworthy on service! I'm nervous with you in the kitchen! We haven't got the garnish, Rosann!

I'm have to tell you as a profession, this is the last order of gnocchi that I have and I'm going to be short on the last order.

Oh...fucking shit.

I'm sorry. Sorry, chef.

I'm sorry you're here. Oh fucking hell. Carrot purée! How long?

Chef's calling for carrot purée.

Carrot purée?

Carrot purée!

Carrot purée, let's go.

Where's the carrot purée? Where is it? Rosann!

I'm running out of c...carrot purée.

Oh, my God almighty. [goes over to the glass window and repeatedly bangs his head] Fuck me.

How about some carrots chef? I'll give you baby carrots chef. Carrots or mash? I've got plenty of mash!

While Chef Ramsay takes a moment to reflect...