Aaron Lhamon quotes from Hell's Kitchen

FRANK!

Yes, chef.

Get a grip, yeah?!

I got it, chef. (to Aaron and Santos) You ready to go?

No.

You ready to walk? I wanna see you walk.

No! Stop, Frank! They're not ready! They're three minutes out, Frank! You just gave him the chicken veg for three minutes out.

[spits out spinach after tasting it] All of you, come here! So Frank hits the window two minutes early! (to Frank) Just taste what you've given me. Taste that!

I just seasoned it!

Taste that. And what's the one thing it's missing?

Salt.

Salt and pepper, chef.

Frank! Frank! FRANK!!

Yes, chef.

Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT!

Yes, chef. (interview) Messing up, it's like... I don't know. It's like a monkey and a wrench. A monkey, a wrench and a monkey. Monkey and a... That's not right. Hold on.

With two dishes remaining, Aaron's on his own to identify the alligator.

(to Aaron) We got this! Come on!

(interview) Oh my God. This is a really spicy dish. [to the blue team] It's so fucking covered up with shit!

That's a Cajun dish, man! It's alligator! Alligator! (interview) Man, I'm from the dirty South! That's alligator right off the damn dome, you know?!

Buffalo!

No!

Fuck!

Alligator, man! It's Cajun!

(interview) Sterling is yelling, "Alligator," but nobody is listening to him. I'm like, "Yes! This is the perfect time for you guys to ignore his ass!"

Chicken!

No!

FUCK!

No, alligator, man!

Come on!

Alright, Sterling! (interview) Sterling, I'm sure you're right right now! [to Gordon] Alligator!

YES!

(to Aaron) Thank you! THANK YOU! (interview) You ain't from the South if you can't recognize that shit there!

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.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Last ticket! Come on guys, MOVE!

Alright, garnish is walking!

Okay.

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.

Thirty seconds chef.

Thirty seconds.

(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?

Yes, chef!

(to Steve) Yeah, fuck it. You start slow, he (Frank) sends raw food, clear down.

Yes, chef.

Whose is this dish, here?

[raises hand] It's my dish.

From the red team, Sterling has served panko-breaded crab cakes with frisée salad.

The key ingredient I used was love.

(to Sterling) What does love taste like?

You're tasting it now.

(interview) Guess what? Love's not a fucking ingredient, asshole! No way they picked Sterling's dish. If I had to describe Sterling's crab cake in one word, it'd be fast food.

(to Gordon) Risotto, behind you!

[after touching the risotto and cutting into the lobster] Blue team!

Yes, chef!

COME HERE! Just touch that! Touch it!

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?

Come on, Aaron.

You can't throw...

Scallops are undercooked.

...fucking lobster tail in!

Lobster's stone cold!

FUCK!

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!

Halibut garnish is coming! (to Aaron) Let's go! Wellington's in the window!

Beautifully cooked.

Thank you, chef. (to blue team) Come on, guys! We need those two halibut!

Right now, right now!

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!

Yes, chef.

Fuck!

Raw halibut in the middle there...and raw halibut in the middle there.

Aaron, you got two more, right?

(to Aaron) You got two more?

Oh, fucking hell.

Move, move!

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!

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

Actually, chef, as much as I'd love to run a restaurant for you, [Sade looks surprised] I'd love to be a Michelin-star chef and I don't think winning Hell's Kitchen is actually gonna get me any closer to my goal. [Roe raises her eyebrows]

This is unbelievable. [Bryant raises his eyebrows]

It's... it is what it is. [Fernando shakes his head] I'd like to be master of my craft before I have to teach and lead it.

Why have you come to that decision?

I've never been pushed this hard to realize that the things I do not know. [Sade looks puzzled]

Wow.

For me, [Bryant turns his head to Aaron] I need more education. I'd like more education. [Roe shakes her head]

I think you would've learned a lot more here [Aaron lowers his head] and you're not willing to fight for it [Aaron shrugs, Sade shrugs, and Roe rolls her eyes]. Yeah I'm not gonna waste my time with you any longer. Give me your jacket please.

Hey, man [handshakes Aaron]. Good luck. [Santos shakes his head]

[handshakes Gordon and surrenders his jacket] Thank you for the education, chef.

Good luck.

Thank you. [exits the building]

Disappointing.

(after being eliminated) When I first came to Hell's Kitchen, I wanted the Executive Chef spot, but this is one of the hardest things I had to do in my life, physically, mentally, emotionally... It's ten thousand times more difficult to cook in Hell's Kitchen than it is in any other situation.