Virginia quotes from Hell's Kitchen

It's my coconut and pomegranate root salad.

And what's cooked on the plate?

Hmmm.... the nuts are toasted.

(sarcastically) The nuts are toasted?

Yes.

Well fuck me! We've toasted nuts for 29 minutes and then grated a coconut! [tastes her food] It's fine. [Virginia smiles] As far as rabbit food goes because it's all raw and crunchy.

What do you guy think we should do about the sauce?

What have you got?

I have a whole bunch of lamb stock and...

This is veal stock! This isn't lamb stock, this is veal stock. There's no way in hell we can pass this off as fucking lamb sauce.

(interview) I was totally desperate. Desperate enough to go over to the other team and ask them for some lamb stock. [crosses into the blue kitchen and goes over to Giacomo] May I have some lamb stock, please?

I don't think so.

[laughs] No way! Get out!

Please, you guys?

No way.

You guys don't want to share any with me? You guys don't know if you might need something in the future.

I don't give a fuck.

(interview) It was horrible. It was horrible. No matter what I did, something was messed up.

We are so fucked it's unbelievable.

Missy.

Yes, chef?

Why are you glazing it with butter and not egg wash?

It was egg wash, sir.

What's that in there?

That's egg.

Egg yolk or egg white?

Egg white?

Oh, no. Have they all been glazed all night with egg white?

Wrong thing evidently.

Oh, no. Why are wellingtons going in now?

We ran out, chef.

You ran out?

Yes.

Oh, fuck me... ladies, I personally don't want to do this anymore. (to Rachel) I'm fed up with your shit, (to Maribel) I'm fed up with your shit. (to Virginia) You've been a fucking letdown the minute you started cooking.

Yes, chef.

Then you LIED to me that the turbot's en route, when she (Sara) hasn't even got it out of the FUCKING fridge! Do you want to continue like this?

No, chef.

Fuck the lot of you, is that clear?

Yes, chef.

Fuck the lot of you!

Yes, chef.

[pounds the counter] You. Come here, you. (to Keith) Fat fuck. (to Tom) Hey, doughnut. Come here, you. Hey, ladies, come here. Let me tell you something, [takes off his apron and throws it at Tom] Here you go. [throws his towel at Tom] Here you go. I've had enough. I've had ENOUGH! I cannot believe you're actually attempting to fucking win a restaurant. Get back in your fucking dorms, and alone. By the time you get back in here, from the blue team, nominate someone that's going tonight. And from the red team, come back with someone that's leaving. NOW GET OUT! OUT! LEAVE THE STOVES!

I don't think we're getting dessert.

Oh, no. No, no, no. Rachel!

Yes, chef?

Come here, you. Come here. No, fuck it. All of you, come here right now. [pounds the counter] And eat. Eat that. Eat it. I'm, I'm, I'm--I'm dying to understand what's going through your FUCKING MIND! Now, what do you think of the quail?

It's overcooked. Little too much production on the sauce chef and you can see bones.

What's your verdict?

It's dry and tastes a little burned.

Yeah, it's shit! A little burned?! Fuck me! Do you need some glasses? (to Jean-Philippe) Ask one of the customers for his fucking glasses. There, table seven, he's got them (to Rachel) And what's in it for you?

It's overcooked.

Pssss...fuck off will you?

All right, let's do it again guys, come on. [Jean-Philippe returns with a pair of glasses]

There they are. There's the gentleman's glasses. I'm serious now! Does anyone need a pair of glasses? Fuck off, Jean-Philippe. Did you really think I was going to go out there with the quail, burned to a cinder? (Rachel doesn't answer) Did you really think I was going to send that? I need to know in your mind. Did you actually think I was going to serve that? (still no answer) Come here, you, come here. [leads Rachel into the pantry] What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to go home?

Ahem.

No, no, tell me now!

I will not let you down tonight.

You already have! I want to pull it back!

I will get you through entrées.

I know damn well you can do it. I can see it in your eyes. I can identify with the hunger but right now, missy, there's just a blonde empty fucking head.

I won't let you down.

Get it together, communicate, open up and start talking to me. Now move!

Yes, chef.

So this place is renowned for its steaks.

Now the red team has moved onto entrées at another Hollywood hot spot.

Nice and private, very nice.

And Virginia has an important question for the owner...

What's the one key thing that you can honestly say? I'm saying like right when you think of it. What can you tell me here right now? I'm saying like...

...if only she could ask it.

...What have you learned now that you didn't know then when you opened up a place?

You need consistency. That's it. Consistency.

I just find it very, I love the fact that you grew so quickly. I mean that's so...

(interview) We were like "Shut up! Shut up!" At what point is Virginia not fake?

...so on and so forth. But, you know anyway...

(interview) "Blah. blah. blah. Yadda. Yadda." Virginia, she annoys me.

Virginia, what are you doing?

I'm plating, I'm getting the tortellini, chef.

There's not a tortellini on the order.

But there's tortellini, chef.

Listen, you stupid fucking fat-mouth bitch! Bring me your ticket here, bring it here! And read it out-- Come here!

You're right, chef.

Now, will you fucking SHUT UP! [throws the ticket at the counter] YOU JUST TALK CRAP! [repeatedly pounds the counter] FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

Virginia, you won the challenge. I guaranteed you a place in the final three. If you want to go, that is your choice. If you decide to stay, I'll send Sara home.

I understand what you're telling me that I want to be in the final three because I deserve to be in the final three, not because you're a man of your word. Not because of a friggin challenge. I want to be there because I deserve to be.

I can't help you anymore. This is entirely your decision.

Can I ask a question chef?

Shut the fuck up for 30 seconds.