[During prep]
While the Blue Team seems focused and united, in the red kitchen, Elise...
EElizabeth
Yeah, that's everything we get.
That's why I'm putting eggs on there, because it cooks down, like...
Could you stop talking to me like I'm your fucking child?
...has found someone else to agitate.
I am calm! I'm just saying...
Yeah, you're always talking back to me, and you don't need to talk back to me. [Carrie smirks]
...seems to have a problem with authority.
I'm here, you're here. Get it straight. Hello?
You're so fucking disrespectful!
[smiling with Krupa] I think this is the first time I smiled all day.
[The Blue Team nominated Chino and Monterray, while the Red Team nominated Carrie and Elise]
I have stepped up my game every service, every challenge, I've gotten better. If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.
Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?
Krupa, who would you drop?
Jennifer, who would you drop?
Natalie [transferred to blue team since previous episode], you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home: Elise or Carrie?
No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you: your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.
I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second, and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.
I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31. I'm 26. I have so much to learn and so much more to give.
Are you done? [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise tearfully walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line.
[Jamie and Jennifer facepalm while Krupa shakes her head]
I have the wellington and the New York ready. I'm cutting it right now. [gasps after seeing the center of the cut wellington] Oh, this one's gonna be overcooked. Shit!
Oh, my God. Holy fuck, this is not real. Everything's fucked! [looks at wellingtons on Krupa's station] Oh, come on. Red team, stop! Everything's overcooked!
EElizabeth
(interview) Krupa was cooking all the meat wrong. She was a nightmare.
(to Krupa) What are you doing?!
I don't know, chef. (interview) I honestly don't know what happened. There's no reason. (sighs; to Gordon) I'm frazzled, chef. I'm sorry.
You're telling me? Krupa, do you wanna go home?
(to Red Team) Table 31, look at me! The appetizers now, U.S. Coast Guard, yeah? Show them some respect.
Yeah, one minute out. We're walking in thirty seconds.
Good. Wow, drive it, Jamie.
Yes, chef! (interview) We have really solid cooks on our team.
EElizabeth
(to Carrie) How long on the pizza, Carrie?
How long does it take? About two minutes?
(interview) I mean, with the exception of Carrie.
(to Carrie) What is it with you and pizza?!
I know, chef. I can do this, chef.
There's a pizza on the next table...
...and it's not even rolled out.
Rolling it right now, chef.
EElizabeth
(interview) Carrie is just so, like, frazzled in her head that she's not even thinking straight, and can't see in front of her.
(to Carrie) Look at me. That's already fucked. [holds up thin pizza dough] When you roll it looking like a pair of fucking knickers... [Elise shakes her head]
I'll start a new one, chef.
Jesus Christ. [throws dough on workstation]
Unbelievable. [returns to the workstation] Hey, stop! This is ridiculous!
Oh, my god. We're so going to get thrown out again.
(to Elise) Is this the one you sliced?
Yes, chef. [touches the meat]
It's dry. What are you doing? You've been to New York, you've had your hands on the prize. This like night one in here.
And you, Elizabeth. You can't time and you can't talk to anybody. You've given up over there.
EElizabeth
No, chef. No, chef.
(calling Elise and Elizabeth out of the kitchen) You and you, fuck off out of here. Get out! Take that with you, just leave me alone. Get out of here, both of you! Fuck off up to the dorm... [Elise kicks the bin out of anger] (to Elise) Hey, you! Pick that fucking thing up! You want to serve shit, overcooked meat, now start kicking the bin! Wow! Un-fucking-believable! GET OUT! FUCK OFF! Pathetic! Embarrassing! Jennifer!
One cod, two New York strip, one Wellington yes?