Chad quotes from Hell's Kitchen

(to Alan) You fired on tuna?

Yeah, it's right here.

(interview) I didn't hear any entrées fired up by Chef Ramsay, but he sounds confident. He sounds like, you know, he knows what he's talking about, so I'm gonna be as supportive as I can.

Walking with the tuna.

Let's go. Walking, walking, coming up. Coming up.

Here we are.

[accompanying Alan to bring food] You got two tuna.

What are we doing?

We got two tuna.

Did Chef fire it?

What's that?

He (Alan) brought it up before you fired it, chef.

(to Alan) Hey, come here, you. Fucking bozo. Who called the entrée? [holds the cooked tuna into untimely mistake]

I did, chef.

You did?

Yes, chef.

(to Alan and gives him a warning) WOULD YOU MIND WE SEND THE APPETIZERS FIRST?!

No, chef.

FUCKING HELL.

(interview) Alan, that's embarrassing. You are a fucking moron.

[putting Alan's already cooked tuna to the table] Big difference, order fire, order in fire, THAT'S WHAT I'M SAYING. (to Alan) All right?

They're cooked to fuck, those things. Who cooked the scallops?

Here, chef.

They're fucking rubber! The first portion was perfect, and that was a fucking fluke 'cause that is shit. [returns the pizza to the workstation after found out it was burned] (to Mark) Hey, by the way, in England, we have a saying, "When it's brown, it's cooked. When it's black, it's fucked!" [drops a plate of pizza to a workstation onto an empty plate at the bottom shattering into pieces] Disgusting, and you bring me that shit? WHAT'S GOING ON?! [screenshot of Audrina Patridge waiting her food]

Alan's rubber scallops and Mark's burned pizza have brought the kitchen into the standstill.

No one's communicating, no one's stepping up, and no one's taking charge.

Sorry, chef.

(to Frank) Frank, you got your own pizza?

Yeah.

Let's go, let's go, let's go. Get it back.

Pizza, coming up. (interview) I figured nobody else could do a better pizza than somebody who's 100 percent Italian from Brooklyn, New York.

On order, four covers, Table 22: One special tableside, one carbonara, two scallops!

Yes, chef!

[to Jared] Hey, two minutes on those scallops!

Two minutes! Two minutes out!

Why do we call back, Jared? Why do we call back?

So we communicate, and so we know each other's times.

When I learned this system, it was in French. And when you were begging for one more minute, it was crucial we got one more minute. You've got to talk, yes?

Oui! [Chad looks up in confusion]

(interview) What the hell is going on? All of a sudden, Jared is speaking in French.

Oui.

[to Jared while lifting pans] So, these are really super hot now. So, you lift them up there as well.

Oui.

Okay, and that comes over there now.

Oui.

Yeah, there you go.

(interview) Are you fucking kidding me?

Frank, I can send the carbonara first, oui?

(interview) You try to fucking talk like that in Brooklyn, you know what would happen? I would pick this... [picks up nearby trashcan] fucking thing up, right? I would pick this up and I would put it over his fucking head.

Alright, guys. We're getting off to a great start! Keep it going! We're not slowing down, oui?

Joe, what is going on?

(Table) 23? 23?

23. Yeah, what do you need?

I just need to know where the fucking is.

(to Manda) What's he (Joe) doing there?! What's the fucking fat little donkey doing out there?

[letting Joe back to the kitchen] Hey, 23 is this way, I'll show you, watch your language.

(interview) Regardless of what's going on in my head or in the kitchen, I'm a people person. I'm always good with the people.

[attracts with diners when serving tableside] How is doing today?

I'm hungry.

Oh, okay. Well, we'll fix that in a hurry. (interview) I can always turn on the charm (smiles). [plates the tableside dish with...] Mascarpone sauce, potatoes.

Joe!

Yeah?

Move your arse.

[brings the plate to the hungry female diner] Here you go, enjoy. My mom never yelled at me this much.

Joe, get your fat arse in here, NOW! Hey you, come here?

Yes, chef?

[notices the dirt on Joe's chef jacket] What's all this on here? It is a brand new jacket? You look like a sack of shit on a hot day. YOU ARE DIRTY, YOU'RE SLOW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET OUT!!! GET CHANGE, HURRY UP!!!

I don't have another clean, chef--

Fucking find one! I don't care! FIND ONE! [to the rest of the Blue Team] Two Arctic char, two New York strip!

[to Joe] What do you need?!

A FUCKING COAT! COME ON! (interview) I would never think of talking back to Chef Ramsay. [runs down the hall and into the dorms] FUCK!! (interview) But a part of me was like, "Yo, bro! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?! You want me to feed these tables. or is this a fucking fashion show?!"

Blue team, redemption! Two covers of table twenty-three, fire two chicken, CSI: Miami actor. (to Eddie) Hey, don't fuck this up.

Yes, chef.

You guys are really waiting for that chicken, huh? I'm waiting for that chicken.

(interview) I've worked in Michelin star restaurants, so, you know, the guys are looking at me as the go-to guy in the kitchen. I'm gonna help lead us to victory.

Slicing chicken.

[holds a pot and a pan] Garnish walking right now.

Ten hut, hut. Chicken in the pass. [in which it was found out raw and undercooked; Gordon returns the chicken onto a workstation]

All of you, come here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT?!

A little undercooked, chef.

It's pink.

(interview) You fucking worked at a 3-star Michelin restaurant cook chicken right!

[let the team sit on a chef's table] All of you, take a seat. Fucking get in there! YEAH GET IN THERE! GET FUCKING IN THERE!

We'll have some more bread! Starch out!

There is no room for the chicken.

(interview) CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigator not your CHICKEN SUCKS, IDIOT!

So who wants to eat raw chicken?

(interview; imitates explosion) Aahh! My God!

Nobody, chef.

WHO WANTS TO EAT RAW CHICKEN?

Nobody, chef.

So why are you expecting them (points at Miller and crew) to do it? GET A GRIP!

Yes chef.

Hey, Red team! Red team! Look! Just it's not even, just as--

It's not cooked, chef.

It's cooked one side. (to Chad; holding his French toast) Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! Hey, bon appetit! Now, fuck off!

Yes, chef.

You just need to wait.

I'm gonna eat this.

Yeah, eat that.

(interview; groans) Oh, my god.

You, too?

Yeah.

Frank let me sell myself down the river.

Yeah, Ariel sold me up the fucking river.