Sabrina Gresset quotes from Hell's Kitchen

OK, what is it?

We have a poached lobster and savory portobello mushrooms. (interview) My dish is very rich and succulent and luscious and velvety. You just feel what's happening on your mouth and the satisfaction that comes. [laughs]

Where's the lobster tail? [portions her dish] Where's the fucking tail?

During the cooking process, I had some challenges.

Poached lobster tail, where's the fucking tail? [grabs Melinda's plate and throws it in the trash] Absolutely fucking pathetic!

(interview) Dang... That's another zero.

But moments from opening, his optimism...

[sees some fondants at the pass] Oh, dear. Who cooked these?

...begins to fade.

Who cooked the fondants?

Lovely.

[calls out Lovely] Lovely!

Yes, chef?

Which they're not... come here! Why these are cooked? We put it in the oven when the order comes on.

Yes, chef.

We haven't even opened yet and you cooked them.

(interview) That's all we have to work with. We're fucking screwed.

[raises one fondant] Look at that! [scoops the fondant and drops it] Look. It's like a fucking hockey puck. Oh, my God! We're not even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!

(interview) That's it. The end.

'Get fffucked!!

(interview) Obviously I was thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns!

For the eighth time, can I have one fucking scallops and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini?!

Let's go! This is RIGHT this time!

(to Melinda) Okay, you taste the pasta and you tell me.

First check it, we're rolling! Let's go, we can do it! (Melinda tastes the capellini) Is it cooked or not?

Yes, it's good.

Yes? Let's go!

(to Melinda) Is that cooked? It looks undercooked.

Is it cooked?

(tastes the capellini) Not cooked.

Not cooked?

Nah, that's not cooked. Not cooked. (Melinda throws the undercooked capellini away) Oh, my God! Why did you throw that away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove, put the lid on the top and, 30 seconds cooking it! What do you do, you just... trash it straight away!

(interview) Melinda... she had that deer-in-the-headlights look and that'll kill you.

(Discovers more capellini thrown in the bin) Look at all this fucking... who's putting all this in the bin?! How many portions are you putting in there? How much is in the bin?! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

An hour into dinner service and the red team has cooked ten appetizers. But unfortunately, none of them have made it to the dining room.

(to Melinda) Hey, madam, how much capellini are you throwing away? (Melinda doesn't reply) Look at it! What are you doing, Melinda?! What are you doing?!

You're making me mad!

Yes, Chef.

Fucking mad!

Yes, chef.

(interview) That girl's gonna lead us to destruction. She's stupid! [shakes her head] Man!

One roasted crown chicken.

Yes, chef. I'm ready for it.

[sees that the chicken is burnt] It's burnt, the chicken.

Is it?

It's crispy and burnt. Oh, my God!

Damn.

[calls the Blue team] Hey, come here you! All of you! Both kitchens are down and they're waiting. So we're standing here and we got fuck all going out! Nothing! That's where I draw the line. I'm about to do something I've never done before in Hell's Kitchen!

(interview) It's a desperate time. I don't know what's going to happen. For all I know, we're all going home.

I have no option now! There's one fucking thing that you can do here, it's a fucking shrimp cocktail. Do you know why? Cause it's not cooked! Give me a fucking shrimp cocktail!

Yes, chef.

Give me some shrimp cocktails now. Jean-Philippe! I'm serving shrimp cocktail. At least they're going to get something to eat! Hey you, nothing cooked! Nothing seasoned! Crushed ice in a glass with ketchup!

(interview) When Chef Ramsay says "You know what, stop cooking and just send out cold stuff!" That's embarrassing.

Let's go. Shrimp cocktail. Let's go.

With no cooking required...

GO! GO! GO!

...both kitchens...

Five more right here.

...manage to get shrimp cocktail to the dining room.

With the compliments of Chef Ramsay.

A shrimp kind of night. Isn't it?

Hey ladies, come here. Hey, come here! Come here!

(interview) Everybody's like freaking out! Like Chef Ramsay's going to walk over with a fricking machine gun and like [imitates a machine gun] blow us all away!

The entire fucking dining room has shrimp cocktail. That's a first for me. You just turned my restaurant into a shrimp stand. And what's the point of going on? Shut it down.

Where's the scallops?

One minute, guys.

MOVE YOUR ASS!

Ladies, ready. Scallops here, Chef.

Let's go. You've got no color on the scallops. Shit. Tennille! I've got no color on the scallops. Look, they're boiled.

(to Tennille) That happens when you put too much oil in the pan. They end up marinating themselves, ok?

(interview) Suzanne likes to Hear. Her. Self. Talk!

There's too much oil in the pan.

(interview) She needs somebody to smack her in her face and tell her to shut the hell up.

What are you doing with them now? You can't put the same ones back in the pan! Oh my god.

Yes, Chef.

YOU CAN'T PUT THE RUBBER ONES BACK IN THE PAN!

Just forget about that one, Tennille. Here, give that to me.

Oh my god.

How long Tennille?

(interview) You're talking to me! You're talking to me!

Tennille, how you doing?

(interview) Get out of the way, and let me cook my food!

Can you do it? Or shall I do it?

I can do it, Chef.

Let's go.

You ready? On those scallops? How much longer?

Tennille, how long?

MOVE YOUR ASS!

Yes, Chef.

Tennille, if you sink our ship, I'm going to be pissed.

Listen-

Fuck! What are you doing? What are you doing?

There's too many people talking to me at one time, and I'm just trying to do what you told me to do.

Ok, so do it then.

Yes, Chef.

And get rid of them.

Yes, Chef.

Take control of the situation.

Thank you, Chef.

Let's go, madame! Scallops please with the capellini, yes?

Yes, Chef. Yes Chef. (interview) Man, I almost sank the ship! (bringing scallops up) Scallops to the pass. (interview) But after they got out of my way, I was good to go. Did anybody notice that?

Chef, it's raw in the center.

Oh, no... Hey, ladies! All of you, c'mere a minute! I'm FED UP with it! (shows them the dish) Give me an answer for that! That's raw pork!

(interview) Sabrina sent out... raw, raw pork. You can't send out raw pork. It will make you... seriously ill.

Gimme a fucking answer!

It's me.

Yeah, oh, is it-?! (smashes the plate in the trash can) FUCK OFF! (pulls the raw pork chop out of the trash) "It's me?!" (shows Sabrina the pork chop) Hey, you- just touch that!

Yes, Chef. (interview) Sorry, Chef. That's my bad. Oopsy-doopsy.

How can you do that?

I have no excuse, Chef.

Chef...

Oh, f- get away... NOT the Blue Team.

No, it's the Red Kitchen.

The Red? (shows the undercooked lamb to the Red Team) Yeah- oh, damn, there you go! Come here!

What?

Medium-well, what'd they request?! (close-up of the lamb)

They were medium-well!

That is not medium-WELL!! YOU'RE ARGUING THE CUSTOMER'S WRONG?!?

No, Chef!

RAW PORK, UNDERCOOKED LAMB, NOW YOU'RE BLAMING THE CUSTOMER!!!

No, Chef.

C'mere, you.

Yes, chef.

(to the Blue Kitchen) Andy?

Yes, Chef.

Hey, c'mere. (Andy walks over to meet Sabrina and Gordon) You (Sabrina) think the customer's wrong, yes? And you (Andy) can't fucking cook.

Yes, Chef.

(to Sabrina) SWITCH IT OFF. (to Andy) You, FUCK off, will you?

Yes, Chef.

Oh, fucking hell... What's the matter?

Raw, chef.

What?

It's not cooked.

Oh, fucking hell. Sabrina!

Yes, chef?

Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!

No, chef!

So WHY?!

(interview) I should have stuck to my grounds when I said it wasn't ready. I said we can't go and Suzanne forced me to go. Suzie fucked me.

Hey madam! Madam, come here! (gives her the lamb) Take that.

Yes, chef.

Inconsistent, dry lamb on the outside, raw in the centre, fuck off and eat it! (leads Sabrina to the dining room) There you go! Taste your own medicine! PISS OFF!!

Thank you, chef. (interview) Are you kidding? Chef kicked me out of the kitchen, and I'm not with my team anymore. It's like the worst of worsts. (sighs)