Scott Hawley quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Oh, dear. Scott! (returns to the workstation)

Yes, chef?

All of you, come here!! Just touch that beef. Just touch it, hurry up. (points to Jason) How's that temperature?

Rare.

Yeah? How's that temperature?

Rare.

(to Scott Hawley) That's fucking rare. I requested it medium!

It was medium-rare for me, chef.

You're fucking miles off! And each and every one in your fucking team said it's undercooked! Just get it in the oven!!

Yes, chef.

It's fucking raw.

Yeah, that's no good.

Everybody, come here a minute! Just touch that! I requested it rare!

Raw.

There's a big fucking difference between rare and raw! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SCOTT?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON?

Nothing chef.

(interview) Scott fucked up twice; he destroyed us tonight. He should be gone.

(interview) Scott tries to be the leader, the best, bla-bla-bla, but that was still mooing.

It's bright white fat! It's fucking raw!

How long, Scott?

I need 3 minutes, okay?

Fuck off, okay?!

How long's he been cooking this for? Scott: this chicken is like something from outer space. Just feel it a little bit. It's cooked to fuck! It's like something from a leftover fast food joint, Scott! Pathetic.

(interview) Scott's got the most experience, but he still screwed up the whole chicken section. I mean, just a complete disaster.

[Scott opens the oven door] Blackened bullshit chicken. [sees Maria next to the open oven] Oh my God. Close the fucking oven door! [goes over to Scott's station and closes the oven door] I don't want a conversation going on with the oven door open. She's (Maria) going to come pass with a fucking pan, walking back and BANG! One fuckin' arm in the fryer, one in the fuckin' stove! Now STOP IT!!

Yes chef.

(interview) He was working so dangerous, Scott. He should've known better.

We never cook with the door open! Health and fucking safety!

This is the worst fucking night of my life right now. (interview) I feel miserable right now. Thank god nobody got hurt.

We're now the most dangerous kitchen in the fucking country!

Where's the spaghetti? Who's cooking the spaghetti?

I don't know. Is the spaghetti coming out?

What do you mean, "I don't know"? Why aren't you discussing it together? Fucking hell, first ticket. Who's cooking the spaghetti?

[points at Scott] They are.

[to Scott and Siobhan] Ah - come here, you and you, come here, both of you - fuck off will you. [walks into the blue kitchen] Who's cooking the spaghetti?

I am, chef.

Thank you, why?

Because the garnish does sides.

Tell those fucking muppets!

Garnish is cooking the spaghetti.

Got it. I need to cook the spaghetti. (interview) Pasta? No one told me I was cooking pasta on my side!

I got the spaghetti down right now.

Siobhan, step one, pasta doesn't cook unless the fucking water's boiling. Pasta does not cook unless the water is...

...boiling. My fault.

(interview) Come on! Hello? Is this brain surgery? It's pasta.

Hey red team, what are we doing? We're going to hold up the whole fucking dining room because we're waiting on fucking spaghetti! Get a grip. You need to wake up!

Yes.

Oh fuck me. Not tonight.

Ohh, fucking hell. Oh, I just... I don't know where to fucking go! (throws his spoon away) I can't take it much more. I can't take it. It's not even pink, it's not even cooked... (Scott tries to retrieve the wellingtons) Just PUT IT DOWN! AND TOUCH IT! Are you colorblind?

No, chef.

GET THEM IN THE OVEN! Come here, you! (leads Scott to the pantry and slams the door) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?

Nothing chef.

BUT YOU KNOW IT'S NOT EVEN COOKED, IT'S RAW, SCOTT! IT'S STONE-COLD IN THE MIDDLE!

Okay chef. No problem. It won't happen again. I promise. I promise.

All of you! ALL OF YOU! (Gordon interrupts Holli) That's you ditsy!

For one simple question.

Is that the best roast chicken and is that the best fucking beef requested mid-rare? (grabs Siobhan's hand) I want you to touch it. I want you to touch it! Touch it! Touch it! Touch fucking IT! (throws spoon away)

No.

No, no it's not. The chicken's dry.

Where's the gratin on top?

It got pulled off. It was on there before.

No, it wasn't.

Look at me! Is that the best?

No, chef.

Is that the best?

No, chef.

Is that the best?

No, chef.

Do me a favour: FUCK OFF, ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! And don't you dare switch it off, I'll finish it! Fuck off!

I would love to stay an-

GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT! (throws the chicken into one of the units) GET OUT!

(to herself) I'm sick of this shit.

[follows the red team] GET OUT!

That's really embarrassing. What happened?

[goes into the blue kitchen] Scott, come in here with me and I'll finish this one, please, yeah?

Okay.

Now, Chef Ramsay and his trusted sous chefs, Scott and Andi, will complete the red kitchen's dinner service.

Three spaghetti, one tagliatelle, yes?

Three spaghetti, one t- (sees the mess that the Red team left) Oh, my god! What the fuck did they do to this place?

Yeah, I know.

Wow, they're really bad, huh?

Yep.

While the blue team gets out all the desserts, Chef Ramsay calls the red team back to the kitchen.

All your entrées are served, everything's done. Now come back and do something you're good at, fucking cleaning! At least you'll do something as a team!

The Red Team lost, but there seems to be some confusion as who the nominees should be.

Who is the best chef on the Red Team?

Chef, I feel like I'm the best.

Absolutely not! You just take over and say "Oh well, I did this, I did that!" You want to gloat and rub it in our faces. It's bullshit!

It's not gloating or rubbing it in your face, it's just letting you know the truth.

We don't need to hear it! We've been doing it before you.

None of you guys work in fine dining restaurants.

You could have surprised us, the way you've produced over the last two days.

Oh, thank you Fran. You as well, you've had a pretty easy ride the whole way through.

Yeah?

Injure your hand a little bit, and you get treated like a little fucking princess.

Oh, yeah, okay.

(rolls eyes) Wow. Great team-work there!

Siobhan, why do you think you should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?

I take pride in my work, and I put my best effort forward. I use that little bit of knowledge I have, I have passion, and I ask a lot of questions...

(interrupting Siobhan) You shouldn't be asking simple fucking questions! It should take care of itself. This isn't culinary school, the common-sense things are driving the red team down, big time.

Scott, why are you back here?

I was voted up, Chef. I don't agree with it. I've had a tough couple of services, but I'm a hard worker. Obviously, you know that. I just bust ass every day, I have a calmness about me every day, no matter what the stresses bring. By no means, I'm not the worst cook in this team by far, I'm the best cook in this team, the best leader in this team, I can accomplish...

(interrupting Scott) I can't take it any more.

Fran.

Yes, chef?

Siobhan. Fuck off back in line.

This team will fucking die if I'm not here.

Scott, give me your jacket. I can't take it any more. I cannot take it. (shakes Scott's hand as Scott leaves) I kept waiting and I waited and waited, but it didn't happen. Good night.

Good night, Chef.