Look at me. Three scallops cut in half means what?
I've got four! Are you doing this on purpose to get me going?
(interview) Don't insult Chef Ramsay's intelligence.
So look at me. Count to six for me.
JJim
Yes, chef. (interview) I just wasn't paying attention. Ones and twos, and threes and twos, and I thought I had yahtzee at one point.
Jim, one minute out, drop six pieces of scallop.
Louie? Did you just put the lamb in the oven?
OH, MY GOD! [calls out the entire team] Hey guys come here quick! At least you know, Louie's on entrées and the fucking lamb goes in the oven like that. No salt, no pepper, no seasoning, not even seared! [slams the lamb on the plate] (to Louie) Louie, why do we sear meat?
To lock in the juices, sir.
To give it colour, to improve the flavour!
JJim
(interview) You're a man. There's a primary instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.
[Gordon notices Louie cooking spinach in a pan instead of meat]
He's cooking the spinach! Why?
I–I thought I had to put it altogether, chef.
I'm doing lamb, and–and rack of lamb, and chicken!
SO WHY ARE YOU COOKING THE SPINACH?!
I thought it went on the plate, sir. (interview) I was just trying to get a head start. Maybe Chef Ramsay should just pull the panties out of his ass or something.
We got enough problems cooking lamb! I don't want you touching the fucking spinach!
Chef, let me do the lamb. Bring him over here, please.
Listen, listen. Listen to me. Hey, listen to me, yeah?
[puts hands up] Absolutely.
Hey, and right now, big boy—Hey! I'm looking like a fucking idiot!
[raising his voice] I GOT IT!
JJim
(interview) Joseph, we're not at war. We're just in a kitchen, so calm down and let's cook some carrots.
(to Van) Don't run in the restaurant, please?
(interview) Jean-Philippe better stop trying to tell me what to do. I know that.
I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode, my friend! Listen to me!
(interview) WHOA, WHOA! JP! He's about to like pound him down. DAMN!
(to Van and even turns red) Listen! Listen! LISTEN TO ME!
(interview) I cannot believe I'm seeing this.
(interview) He's going to fucking hit him.
(to Van) We have a problem here!
JJim
(interview) Hit him!
(to Jean-Philippe) Don't touch me, bro! You better get out of my face! (JP pushes Van)
[Gordon sees JP and Van fighting; becomes furious]
OI! Hey, stop! Hey both of you, come here! (referring Van) Bozo, both of you, come here! NOW!
I'm going to fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're going to get it down and it's going to be a first round knockout.
(referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.
DON'T SHOUT! [shouting] WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!
He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.
(interview) Bitch, shut the fuck up. He thinks he's some kind of boss man around here and he ain't nothing.
(to Van) Calm down, listen to him. (to Jean-Philippe) And you, pay a little bit to respect. [points to Van] And if you do your job, [points to Jean-Philippe] And if you do your job, we'll come together. 'Cause right now, you're turning the whole place upside down, are you going to do it?
(referring Van) If he listens to me.
(to Jean-Philippe) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
Yes, I will if he listens to me.
(to Van) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
[Letting Van out of the pantry first] Ladies first.
JJim
(choosing which chef to nominate) I don't know. Van's the one that almost punched JP. (to Van) I think you need to be up there.
Fuck you, Jim! Dude, I don't give a fuck-
JJim
Dude, I'm just saying-
I'm just fucking saying, bro.
JJim
You can't almost- You can't almost punch a waiter in front of the dining room!
I'll punch you in your face!
JJim
That's how you're going to go out? You're going to come at me?
Suck my fucking dick. What you wanna do, bro? STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! You're about to get fucked up, bro. [mocking Jim's decision] "Oh, I think you should go up there." Bitch, I was out there rocking the dining room. They love Van!
JJim
(interview) Van's a powder keg. His temper starts going, and then he has this fuck-the-world attitude.
(while walking away from the blue team) Stop looking at me like that, bro. I'ma fuck you up.
JJim
(interview) Burn yourself out, dude. Burn yourself out with all that anger.
(to the blue team about Van's meltdown) You don't talk to your team like that.
On order: Four New York strip; two medium well, two well done.
Hey, Jim, make sure you're keeping a count on your steaks; it's a lot more popular than we thought it was gonna be.
(reading the next order) After that, five New York strip; one rare, hey! Four normal!
JJim
(interview) As soon as the first four steaks came in and then another five behind that, I went: "So this is the game we're playing tonight. It's Steak-O-Rama here in Hell's Kitchen."
(to Jim) So, I'm gonna try to be your backup here. (interview) All the tickets are coming in, and Jim's getting just... bombed. I'm a little worried right now. But I will bail him out because I'm the fucking man.
Hey, five New York strip, how long? (Jim doesn't respond) Jim doesn't even answer me! Who's counting it down, Jim?!
Five minutes, Chef! Five minutes!
Jim! (Jim finally acknowledges Gordon) Have you switched off?
JJim
No, I have not switched off!
JJim
Right now is... one rare, four mid...
[While Jim is repeating the order, Gordon notices Van's pan is billowing clouds of smoke.]
Hey, Van! VAN! No no no, stop stop stop, you'll burn someone... (grabs Van's smoking pan and takes it over to the sink)
JJim
(to Kevin) What is it? Tell me, quick, while he's not looking!
Four mid-rare, one rare. (interview) When people get all fucked up like that, it's cool, 'cause I sit back, 'cause I know I can bail them out, so it makes me look like a hero.
(returning to the pass) Kevin!
Can you tell Jim what's going next?
[Gordon checks on lobster brought by Amanda]
Oh, come on. This is not possible! (returns to the workstation) Come here! All of you, come here!
(interview) Whatever it is, it's not my fault.
This is not fucking possible! This cannot be true! [gets a piece of lobster] What is that there? What is that there?! WHAT IS THAT?!
Yeah, its fucking raw! RAW!! [kicks the bins]
(interview) Come on, Amanda! All you have to do is put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn't char, baste it and send it up. That's all you had to do!
It's a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar! How can you get confused on a raw fucking grilled lobster?! I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so fucking embarrassed! This is still your first table... (points to the Blue kitchen) that's their last! FUCK OFF!! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT!! STUPID COWS!!! [crosses over to the Blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down] Oh, fucking hell... Hey, have you all finished?
Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?
[The Blue team goes over to the Red kitchen and started working]
(interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?
Away now: Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish!
(interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches crying!
JJim
No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.