Jamie Gregorich quotes from Hell's Kitchen

OK, there's a few out there that are executive chefs, right? [Jay and Siobhan raises their hands] OK, good. There was one I seem to remember...you, (points to Tana) with the glasses.

Yes, chef.

What do you do for a living?

I'm a mom, but I'm a cookbook author.

Never worked in a restaurant?

No, chef.

OK, let's start from the bottom. Bring your dish.

(whispering) Oh, geez.

Apart from it looking like baby vomit, what is that?

It's a veal scallopini.

(tastes the dish, whispers) Oh, God. (to the lady) Listen to me. That dish... was delicious.

(smiles) Thank you, chef.

I mean, I'm shocked. It may look slightly dull and boring, a little bit like you, but well done! (the chefs laugh) Don't look so nervous.

You're scary.

OK, let me give you a hug. (hugs her) There. Right. Relax! Relax, relax, relax.

(interview) That is not his side. He doesn't just hug people. He's not that type of person. He's not personable at all.

What a great start! If that's a sign of things to come, well done! Thank you! (kisses her on her cheeks) God, it was good! [kisses her on her lips; the chefs were shocked and started laughing]

I wanted to be first! (the others laugh)

(interview) Chef Ramsay, you're a little slutty.

(interview) I was just so stunned. Chef Ramsay really did like that dish.

That was fucking amazing. [chefs laugh again] (to the chefs) Listen to me, before we go any further: this person is not who you think she is. (the lady removes her glasses) This person...is... my wife (Tana removes her disguise), Tana. (to Tana) Take that off. [chefs gave her an applause]

(interview) Thank God it's his wife. He just, like, licked her teeth.

(to Tana) A job well done. [kisses her again]

(interview) What a filthy bastard!

(to the chefs) The point I'm trying to make is that I don't give two fucks about how much experience you've got. What I do care about is who has the magic? Who has it? She definitely has it. (to Tana) Well done, my darling.

Thank you. (to the chefs) Good luck to you all.

Thank you for helping make my point. Thank you. [chefs applaud]

First name?

Jamie.

What do you do?

I'm a sous chef.

You're already a sous chef?

Yes. (interview) I'm still a young chef, but I know how good I am.

Tell me about the dish.

It's lamb lollipops with a red onion confiture.

[after eating a bite of lamb] You've overcooked the most important thing: the lamb. If you're going to have the balls to call yourself a sous chef, learn to cook lamb properly first.

Yes, chef.

Okay, uh...

Steven.

What is that? [picks up plate]

I have seared diver scallops over wild mushroom risotto. (interview) I've been cooking 30 years. Nobody else has a chance in this thing.

Honestly, it's like toenails, on a fucking dinosaur! [some of the contestants laugh] Look at them!

It's got good flavor.

"It's got good flavor?" You can't be that deluded. The point goes to... none of you. Stop fucking around.

Sorry, chef.

Where's the quesadilla?

[checks the quesadilla] It's burnt. It's chewy. [Returns to workstation] Ladies! LADIES! COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! Would you serve that, to your baby?

No, chef.

Unbelievable! [Sees Jamie wiping her face with kitchen napkins] Jamie, STOP SULKING LIKE A FUCKING BABY! The babies are out there, not in here! [slams the tray on the workstation] Start again!

Fucking shit!

How much time now?

We're waiting on the lamb.

Are you standing there with your hands on your hip while we're trying to put this ticket out?!

No, I'm not.

I better see you cooking something.

(interview) Elise is always yelling at me.

See what I mean?

I'm not going to let her get to me. I know I can cook. I know I'm good.

How long through on the window?

We have one more minute.

Please let's get it up.

Garnish, let's go! Here we go! 30seconds to the window!

Yes, chef.

Where's the bass?

It's coming up right now.

Service. Where's the lamb?

Right here, chef.

Let's go! Garnish please. [sees that the lamb was raw] Look at this. Ah, fuck me. It's raw! (returns to the workstation)

Is it still raw?

Come on.

You guys walking?

No, it's right there. She's got the other one.

You've got to be kidding me, guys!

[touches the raw lamb] Know that- that- okay.

STOP! [letting Carrie out of his way] Leave me alone! [sounding as if he might cry] All of you come here! Look at the fucking state of this!

I thought it looked good.

(interview) I honestly think that Carrie doesn't have all her marbles.

(to Carrie) Why are you doing this to me?

I saw this and I thought it was okay, chef -

"I saw this." It's not even hot, it's raw! RAW! [slams the lamb on the counter] SHIT! [throws the lamb away; calls Gina] Gina - please!

Yes, chef?

Take this... useless brigade... around every fricking table... and I want a sincere apology on the back of your crap performance! Piss off! Every one of them!

Why don't you explain to this table? Did you look all these children? They're all famished.

We sincerely apologize about your entrées. (interview) It was humiliating apologizing to the tables when I felt like it wasn't my fault.

We're very sorry.

We apologize.

We're sorry, we don't have any entrées right now.

[whispering] Wow!

(interview) Yes, we're a team, but you can only do so much when you have a broken leg.

[while returning to the red kitchen] Ladies, our promise it will not happen again, okay?

Ladies.

Yes, chef?

That was the first useful thing you have done tonight. It's also the last. Get out of here! All of you! [The Read Team leaves the kitchen] And hang your heads in shame! Because you absolutely suck! PISS OFF! Embarrassing! And on family night! YOU CERTAINLY DON'T CARE ABOUT THE CHILDREN!

Oh, my God.

"Shut it down!"

I have stepped up my game every service, every challenge, I've gotten better. If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.

Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?

Carrie, chef.

Jamie?

Elise, chef.

Krupa, who would you drop?

Elise as well.

Jennifer, who would you drop?

Elise.

Gina?

Elise, chef.

Natalie [transferred to blue team since previous episode], you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home: Elise or Carrie?

Elise, chef.

No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you: your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.

I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second, and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.

It's too late! [laughs]

I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31. I'm 26. I have so much to learn and so much more to give.

Are you done? [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise tearfully walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line.

(to Red Team) Table 31, look at me! The appetizers now, U.S. Coast Guard, yeah? Show them some respect.

Yes, chef.

Let's go.

Jennifer, a minute out?

Yeah, one minute out. We're walking in thirty seconds.

Good. Wow, drive it, Jamie.

Yes, chef! (interview) We have really solid cooks on our team.

(to Carrie) How long on the pizza, Carrie?

How long does it take? About two minutes?

(interview) I mean, with the exception of Carrie.

(to Carrie) What is it with you and pizza?!

I know, chef. I can do this, chef.

There's a pizza on the next table...

Yes, chef.

...and it's not even rolled out.

Rolling it right now, chef.

(interview) Carrie is just so, like, frazzled in her head that she's not even thinking straight, and can't see in front of her.

(to Carrie) Look at me. That's already fucked. [holds up thin pizza dough] When you roll it looking like a pair of fucking knickers... [Elise shakes her head]

I'll start a new one, chef.

Jesus Christ. [throws dough on workstation]

Now, look at this. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here. Yeah, that's you (Carrie).

What? [sees her sea bass] Oh, God. I didn't even see that. Oh, shit.

(to Carrie) Hey, come here. You didn't see that?

(interview) Burning stuff to crisp and trying to pass it off like you didn't see it? That's some kind of joke.

Get out!

I didn't even see that. I have another one in the oven. Don't kick me out, chef. Please. I'm not ready to quit, chef--

Yeah, look at- get out!

No!

Get out.

No, I have another one in the oven!

Get out of here.

[tries to return] Goddammi-- I have another one--

Get out!

Fuck! [tries to return again] Chef, please, no! I have another one in the oven! I can do this!

[knocks his hand on the workstation] Fucking move! You thick fucking idiot! [calls Carrie and gives her the burnt sea bass] Hey madam! Madam! Take your shit with you. Yeah. Enjoy your romantic dinner on your fucking own!