Jason quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Scallops, risotto, how long?

Right now, right now. [brings his risotto to the pass]

Where's the scallops? [Dominic is still holding raw scallops in his hand] What's he done?

They're like little burnt bits of something here.

Oh, my God. The rice is overcooked.

Ow, that's hot!

Hey you, come here! I've had enough! You can't even get two fucking dishes together, that's how shit you've been! I don't want any more embarrassments. I just wanna go with some food!!

It's over an hour into the first dinner service, and Jason is about to get an invitation.

Sit down and eat that! I want you to taste what you are trying to serve Hell's Kitchen. Sit down. Let me know when you're done. I'll get dessert!

(interview) I am horribly embarrassed at myself. I should've fucking stayed home.

Stuff your face, y'bastard.

As the Red team, once again, starts over on their entrées, Jason starts preparing his first desserts.

Is this the right way to do it? I hope it is. (interview) I don't have a clue on this earth what I'm doing. I hate desserts! They're tedious! Women can make desserts, you know? It ain't my thing. (to Louross) ...5 minutes for the crème brûlée, so I have two of those in.

Your crème brûlée's done already!

No, it's not. That's not cooked.

That's cooked!

Oh, Jesus Christ. (interview) The soufflés looked like muffins in a cup! I don't know what was wrong, because I don't know desserts, but I know they would not come up for nothing!

Jason!

Yes?

What's happening with the desserts?

The soufflés are not coming out at all; they're sticking!

Come here a minute.

Okay. [goes over to Gordon] I cannot get them to come up, they're sticking really bad, they look like shit, they look like muffins.

(in a fast tone) So, are we going to take it off the menu, are we going to do something constructive, are we going to do anything about it...

I'm, I'm trying something new. I'm going to take some sugar and rub it around the rim, and try to get that... and... that's what I'm trying to do right now.

You're going to get some sugar and rub it around the rim?

Sugar-- no, no-- sugar, butter, and the cocoa powder, and see if that keeps them from sticking. :[Gordon goes over to the hotplate and repeatedly bangs his head on the counter]

Halibut's raw. Unbelievable. Mikey!

Yes, chef?

Come here. Again, raw! Fucking! Halibut! Take that, yeah? Do me a favour: FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Up to the FUCKING dorms, and get your fucking hair done. GET IT OUT OF MY KITCHEN! What is going on?

(interview) It was fucked up, both sides. It was man down. Man down everywhere.

CHICKEN!

Chicken is coming chef! Coming up, behind! Chicken at the pass!

Raw chicken again. Hey! (Slams the table) IT'S FUCKING REDDER THAN YOUR BEARD, AND LOOK AT ME! IT'S STILL RAW!

Yes, Chef.

No, NO! (Slams the table again)

Oh, my God.

I'm done. NO! No!

Come on man, we've got to bounce back, baby. (interview) Jason screwed up two times now. Like, what the fuck are you doing?

All of you, COME HERE! [throws his spoon away] Yeah! Oh, really?! What next?! What possibly could be wrong?! The salmon is fucking raw! It's raw and it's stone-fucking-cold! [throws the salmon on the tray; to Gabriel] STOP! YOU ARE DONE! The competition for you is over! GET OUT!

Yes, chef. [tries to return to the dorms]

Hey, young man! [points to the front entrance] FRONT DOOR! GET OUT!

(interview) Crap, that's a bad way to leave.

(to the Blue team) Sorry, team.

GET OUT!

(sees Gabriel going through the dining room) Ohh!

That fucked me, man.

(interview) You can just be thrown out of that kitchen. It's that late in the game and it's that serious.

(follows Gabriel outside the restaurant) Uh, Gabriel.

Yep?

Sorry, man.

It was a pleasure. (shakes JP's hand)

Listen, pleasure was ours. However, I need your jacket. [Gabriel removes his chef's jacket]

It just didn't go my way tonight. It's just one bad service too many. Instead of getting a black jacket, they took my blue jacket. My fucking heart hurts right now because it was this fucking close.

Garnish for the halibut, please? I'll take, I'll take!

Garnish needs about 90 seconds to finish these shrimp off.

Walking with the halibut. [brings her halibut to the pass]

[throws his spoon away] I need the garnish for the halibut before the halibut! Shit!

I know, chef.

Well if you know, why doesn't Joy know?

What?! What am I...? I don't understand what you're saying!

OK, come here! Come here. I would like the garnish... look at me. Look at me!

Chef, I--

Can I finish my sentence? Plain English: I would like the garnish for the halibut, before the halibut.

Chef, I just... I... I...

Yes or no! You want to pick an argument? I'm ready!

(walking away) Can I finish cooking, chef?

Hey, young lady! If you're in a mood, don't take it out on my food.

(throws her cooking cloth away) I'm done.

You're done?!

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

Joy, stop.

Fuck you. I'm done with this shit. [removes her apron, throws it aside and leaves the kitchen]

Joy, no! Joy, come here!

Oh my God.

She left. She left, she walked off.

And he went chasing after her. I've never seen anything like this.

What a selfish attitude! One thing wrong and you run away. Absolutely phenomenal.

I'm trying to tell you--

No, you're not telling me!

You're not even listening to me! I'm--

No, you're not! You're arguing! You're arguing, you're shouting...

I'm done!

Hey, I know you're done. It shows in your cooking.

Okay, fine. Fuck you. (returns to the dorms)

Get out! Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.

So did that really happen?

I guess.

(laughs) I think we wrecked this place by ordering halibut!

(interview) I can't believe what was just happening. She just blew it. Over a fish. (in the kitchen) I don't understand that. (interview) Chicks, man.

She'd better not give up.

No, she'd better not. (interview) I'm just like "Please, walk back in with Chef!" [Gordon returns to the kitchen alone; Melanie and Rochelle look dismayed] (interview) But... no! No!

Melanie!

Yes, chef.

On the fish station, please.

Yes, chef.

And, excuse me! Everybody!

Yes, chef?

That is not the attitude I expect at this stage of the game, let me tell you!

What a night. To be a great head chef, one needs to have composure, discipline, and maturity. What Joy did tonight showed me she is NOT ready to be my next head chef.

(interview) Joy was MY competition. That's what I thought: me and her the last people standing. So for her to just flush all her hard work down the shitter, it blows my mind.