Thanks to Trev, no appetizers have left the blue kitchen.
DSDonald Schultz
We've had a long wait. Very bright.
The Red team, however, have served half of their customers' appetizers, but some of them have not received their welcoming pizza.
Touch that. Touch that. What is that?
Touch that! It's raw, Melissa!
[mocking Gordon] "It's rawww!!" [smiles] "It's fucking rawww!!"
LLouis
(interview) Boris, what were you thinking, buddy? You don't mock Gordon Ramsay.
So I'm telling her about a raw pizza and you're mimicking me out in the back.
Yeah, so I'm telling her the pizza's raw, come here, you fuck-face!
And there you go, you touch it then. Now look at me! Take the piss out of me now, fuck-face. What's your fucking crack?
I don't have any crack, chef.
I'm just here to cook, sir.
Now look at me! You fucking take the piss out of me one more time in the middle of fucking service, yeah, kiss your fuckin' ass goodbye. Is that clear?
It will not happen again. (interview) Shouldn't have done that, and I meant no disrespect. What can I say? I'm losing my mind.
(to Boris) Just concentrate. Look at me, look at me. Just fucking concentrate.
[Gordon has found out that Trev has overdressed the salad again; returns the salad to the workstation]
While Lisa's work on the fish station has left her teammates seriously underwhelmed, over in the blue kitchen...
Trev's salad is once again seriously overdressed.
That's just on one fucking leaf, come on!
Dress me a fucking SALAD!!! [violently throws the salad on the floor] Hey... fuck - you - all.
LLouis
(interview) I almost wrapped my hands around his narrow neck. Salad! Salad! [shot of Trev remaking the salad] Get the salad out! Nothing's easier.
(brings up his salad) Here's that salad you're waiting on.
(to waiters) Service, please? BLUE TEAM!
One hour and 30 minutes into service, that's the first table of appetizers gone!
On order, four covers away, Table 23, yes? Two risotto, two scallops, entrée one chicken, three rib-eye.
[sees Raj turning back without answering] You, come here. You're standing here next to me, I called it out and you just turned your fat arse around. You didn't even acknowledge me.
I'm-I'm here. Yes, chef. What do you need? I'm here.
What do I need? What did I just call out? (Raj doesn't answer) What did I just call out, Raj? I'm talking to you!
LLouis
(interview) The fact that Raj is 49 and still alive and not in jail or an asylum is a goddamn miracle.
What did I just call out?
I didn't- I didn't catch it.
Just over half an hour in the dinner service, Raj hasn't even begun cooking but has already disappointed Chef Ramsay.
[During the breakfast cooking challenge]
We haven't sent one table yet!
Raj, where's the scrambled egg?
Okay. (brings his scrambled eggs to the pass)
(tastes) Hey guys, guys. Come here. All of you, come here! Quick! Hurry up! (pushes Raj out of his way) Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Oooh, get out of the way. Taste it. Taste it. Taste it, taste it, taste it, taste it! Not an OUNCE of seasoning!
LLouis
We're doing it again! Don't argue with chef!
(interview) Don't talk back to chef. He says something, you say "Yes, chef" and move on. That's it.
Say that again? Hey, say that again? Say–say–don't spit fucking scrambled egg in my face! Say that again?! Say that again?!
There's not an ounce of fucking seasoning in there. These guys save lives for a living, yeah, and you're about to fuck up their breakfast. Got it?
Yes, chef! (interview) Chef Ramsay's like "Oh, my God! THERE'S NO SALT! THERE'S NO PEPPER!" and I'm like "What the–?" (to his teammates) Go ahead, go ahead, go! Go! (interview) I thought I seasoned it, chef, correctly. But no. Obviously I didn't.
Why's he cooking scrambled egg when he can't even season it?
(interview) I tried to make some sense out of this intense chaos. [goes into the pantry and puts his head in the refrigerator] I got to cool off somehow. (interview) I tried to clear my head by sticking my head in the refrigerator... but I couldn't.
RAJ, MOVE YOUR FAT FUCKING ASS!! (to blue team) Somebody take control, please!!
[After losing the breakfast challenge, the blue team has to clean glasses as part of their punishment]
Don't be scared, Raj! Jump in!
Everybody's polishing. You're just kinda standing there. You're blowing it with me over here. The one guy who had your back, and you're blowing it!
Oh, please! (interview) Trevor, he's–he's really not a nice person, and... he's also being very mean!
LLouis
(to Raj) What do you want us to do with you?
Just leave me alone! (interview) I'm a professional chef. I'm working with a bunch of kids! I'm in a situation where it's me versus them.
[inspects glass Raj just cleaned] Water marks. (chuckles) Water marks! Raj, seriously? I mean, can you not see that? Are you gonna look?
Just do his glasses over.
(to the guys) This is harassment now.
[Russell and Rob laugh hysterically at Raj]
Back in the blue kitchen...
Up to the pass with the halibut. (brings his halibut to the pass)
Raj is eager to finally impress Chef Ramsay.
Sorry about the delay, let's go.
(interview) HIIYYYYAAAHHHH! HAH!
Maybe, a little too eager.
[finds that Raj has cooked three other Dover soles] How many have you cooked? One, two, three. Oh my God.
(interview) When I get busy, I just start firing everything. So when they need it, I got it.
What are you doing? Playing the odds? Maybe one will be good out of three?
(interview) But this is Chef Ramsay's kitchen, you can't do that.
Why would I try to fire three tables?
Dude, you can't serve this to anybody. He's not going to take that. (interview) Raj cooks three Dover soles before they were even remotely close to... to needing them.
Chef, we ran out of the sole special.
What... [reaches for a ticket] I've got three on OR-DER?!?!
LLouis
(interview) We ran out of Dover sole? Oh, man. This is going to be real ugly.
Oh, no... [goes near the door and sits in fetal position]
(interview) This sucks. Embarrassing! Fuck!
(interview) It's a very bad situation. I don't know what we're going to do. I think we have to figure something out quickly.
[to Raj] Get out there and tell them you're dragging two! And you go to the customers and tell them you fucked it up!
I need another jacket, though. I can't go out there with this jacket.
Hey come—come here you. If I tell you to get out there, I don't give a fuck if you've got a thong on your fat crack, get out there!
I can't, with this thing. I can't, I'm sorry, chef.
Hey, hey, listen. Fuck off out there, will you?
[removes his apron and goes over to Chef Scott] I can't put this—
PUT IT DOWN, AND GET OUT THERE!
[leaves the kitchen and goes to the diners to apologize] (interview) Couple of things are going to my head. [talks to hungry diners] Hi, my name is Raj.
WWoman
How's it going back there?
(interview) My God, look at this, I'm a star. [talks to the diners again] I'm terribly sorry, but we ran out of the sole special. (interview) Then the next thing you know, look at this, I'm an idiot. So it's this elation and then this degration. All at the same time. [to the diners] We have other nice fish, though, if you'd like to try that instead.
One chicken, one pork chop!
LLouis
Five minutes chef.
(holds the tickets) He's trying to propose to his future fiancée!
You'll make them break up before they even fucking get married!
LLouis
Thirty seconds, cutting the pork now. (interview) Once you get behind on something, you can't let things get to you. I am just hitting my stride, and I'm ready to rock it. (on his pork chop) The pork is fucking pink! Chef Scott?
LLouis
[carries the pork in his hands] I fucked the pork and it's pink. It's pink chef.
You can't even put it on a pan, you god damn slob?! You're going to walk around with a pork chop in your hands like that?! GET IT IN THE FUCKING OVEN!!!
(to Louis) You walk around like a pig, what kind of slob are you?
(interview) Seriously, WHAT THE FUCK?!
ALL OF YOU!!! You fucking go on a reward, you take advantage, you come back and you perform like FUCKING IDIOTS!!