Melissa Doney quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Thanks to Trev, no appetizers have left the blue kitchen.

We've had a long wait. Very bright.

Apologies.

The Red team, however, have served half of their customers' appetizers, but some of them have not received their welcoming pizza.

(with a pizza) Melissa.

Yes, chef?

Touch that. Touch that. What is that?

It's raw, chef.

It's what?

It's raw, chef.

Touch that! It's raw, Melissa!

Yes, chef.

It's raw! Come on!

Yes, chef.

[mocking Gordon] "It's rawww!!" [smiles] "It's fucking rawww!!"

(interview) Boris, what were you thinking, buddy? You don't mock Gordon Ramsay.

Boris.

Yes, sir?

Come here.

Yes, sir.

So I'm telling her about a raw pizza and you're mimicking me out in the back.

Sorry, chef.

Yeah, so I'm telling her the pizza's raw, come here, you fuck-face!

(interview) Oh, no!

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.

Yeah. What's your game?

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?

Understood, chef.

WAKE UP!!!

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.

Will do, chef. Yes, sir.

(to Melissa) Come here you. [reads a ticket] One salmon, one halibut, one chicken, one beef. Where's the wellington?

Wellington's coming up--

Where's the wellington?

It's not on the window chef.

It's for the next table.

Yes, chef. (interview) I just put up the wrong thing. I can't explain it. It's fucking embarrassing.

You are about to sink your team. Now.

Focus chef.

No, don't focus. Swap places with Jillian. Now fuck off!

Yes, chef. (to the Red team) Guys, I have to go out to the dining room. If you need--.

Get out! Get out! Fuck the explanation! GET OUT!

While the blue team...

Salmon!

The salmon's ready.

...has moved on to entrées.

And it's perfect! (interview) I have personally cooked thousands and thousands and thousands of pieces of salmon in my life.

What's that in there? Wh-what...?

That's not grilled.

Oh, dear. Raj! What's that? What is that stock he's putting in that salmon?

It's supposed be grilled, dude.

Yeah, I grilled it, and then I finished it with a little bit of sauce.

No sauce, bro. [Gordon drains the contents of the pan onto Raj's worktop and drops the pan] C'mon, get another one going, bro!

(interview) My personal techniques are not working for Chef Ramsay.

Disgusting!

(interview) He's the chef, it's his opinion, and I have zero opinion.

Start over.

Raj's cooking techniques aren't cutting in with Chef Ramsay. And in the Red kitchen...

(with an overcooked Dover Sole) Melissa, it's overcooked!

...neither are Melissa's.

Out it comes, look at that. Overcooked on the bottom, crispy as fuck, and it looks like Gandhi's flip-flop! (drops the Dover Sole) What a shame!

(interview) I don't know where he comes up with this stuff! Gandhi didn't even wear flip-flops, he lived in the jungle, I don't think the dude even had shoes.

Look it underneath! [knocks his hand on the workstation]

(interview) Shit!

(to Melissa) So three three's are what?

[while cooking ravioli] Six.

(shakes his head) Oh...

Oh, three three--nine! Yes!

And you've got-- hey, come here you. Come here. Three three's are six?

No--I was counting the pans, chef. I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm watching you like a hawk. Do you know why? You can't even count to nine. You scare me.

(interview) What the fuck is she doing over there? Melissa can't handle it.

Two three's are six. Three three's are what?

Nine.

(interview) Do you want me to come over there and cook for you?

Right now, get it together, and we need to focus!

Yes, chef.

While Boris is now cooking his crab cakes to order, in the Red kitchen, Melissa has already moved onto entrées.

[sees Melissa pulling out a tray full of filets from the oven] What in the fuck...

Unfortunately, her team is not even close to completing the appetizers.

Melissa.

Yes, chef?

WHAT IS THAT?! ALL OF YOU, come here!

(interview) Melissa had put in a huge pile of filets in the oven. Apps weren't even done yet. I don't even know what to do in this situation.

We've sent three tables of appetisers, and you're sticking all the beef in the oven!

(interview) Why the hell would you do that? I wouldn't even do that.

Do you want to go home? Why don't you make my life easier and just fuck off home? You can't be normal! (starts counting the filets) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...

(interview) Oh, my God!

...7, 8, 9, 10, 11...

(interview) Stupid!

...12, 13, 14, 15, 16...

(interview) Oh, HELL no!

...17, 18, 19, 20, 21...

(interview) What the hell are you doing, lady?

There's 23 on the board, chef.

SO WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU COOKING THEM NOW?! (no response from Melissa) Nona, WHY?!

I don't know, chef.

It doesn't make sense! They're gone, they're overcooked.

Yes, chef.

I can't do it anymore with you. You need a system! THERE'S NO SYSTEM!!! I CAN'T KEEP ON TELLING YOU EVERY FUCKING SERVICE!!! [slams the table]

Yes, chef. (interview) Sometimes, I just go stupid. But I'm better than this. I just have to show Chef Ramsay that I have what it takes.

Madness!

Melissa, scallop salad, how long?

I'm all out of scallops chef.

What?!

I cooked the shit out of all the scallops. I fucked the team chef.

What the fuck are we doing? (gets the rejected scallops on Melissa's station) Oh, my God...

That's all the scallops!

Oh, my God.

Just come here, all of you. Stop. All of you, Vinny! (gives the plate of scallops to Russell) Take the plate, take the fucking plate! Pass it around!

Seven pounds of scallops.

(interview) She just can't cook.

(interview) Melissa must have cooked about ten pounds of scallops, all cooked off to the garbage.

(interview) It is just fucking embarrassing.