Vanessa Soltero quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Salmon, chef.

I've got a fucking headache. [checks the salmon, which is under-cooked] Ben! [pounds the counter] Salmon's raw in the middle!

Oh, maybe a little under.

It's pink! Come here you, hey, stop! [calls the blue team) Come here! [starts distributing pieces of salmon to the members] That's what brought to me, taste. Taste, yeah, yeah? [pounds the workstation and kicks the bin] FUCK! SHIT! What in the fuck is GOING ON?

All of you come here! Get in there! [The Blue Team enter the Red Kitchen] Let's put one shit mess with another shit mess! Get in there! There you go, join forces. We've gone backwards! And you're (Vanessa) just all over the place! And you're (Jason) just hopeless! And you (Ben) don't care! Pathetic! And then you look at me, gormless like, the salmon's raw when it was requested medium. And what do you say?

Different techniques.

[throws the ticket at Ben] Fuck off! Not good enough! I'm not going to continue this any longer. Winning team? Forget it! What's so FUCKING COMPLICATED? Christina, you made an effort— [flashback where she communicates with her teammates] to get all the appetizers out. Thank god! Unfortunately, we got screwed when it came to the first entrée. You've got to go upstairs and nominate one individual that's leaving here.

Yes, chef.

Petrozza, you stayed with it. Your mind was clear, your attitude was strong— [flashback where he communicates with her teammates] get upstairs and think about who you are going to nominate. One from the blue, one from the red. NOW GET OUT!

Yes, chef.

Bye-bye!

Love you, Bobby!

[calls out Bobby] Bob. Bob, come here. Yeah, I wouldn't go around looking for applauders right now. Right now is the wrong FUCKING TIME! GET OUT!!! [shouting loudly as Gordon orders him to leave the kitchen]

Yes.

Jackass waving at them! WHAT do we have to wave about?! I DON'T CARE!! GET OUT!!! [Gordon's last scream lets Vanessa and Matt run upstairs to the dorms]

(interviewing) Damn, man, another disappointment. It was horrible tonight, though. The words can't express, the look of disappointment on his face, he's probably feeling like right now that ain't nobody here competent to run his restaurant.

This is how I make my living and I can't fucking do it.

If I were on your station tonight, I would have done the same thing and you know that. You got the talent.

No, I don't.

Yes, you fucking do.

I've been in a fucking grill cook for 15 years and I can't cook a fucking steak. (interviewing) I feel worthless. This is all I know how to do and now I don't even think I know how to do this anymore.

Everybody expects me to put Corey up. I wish to God she would have fallen on her face.

Oh, yeah, Corey is evil.

She personally attacked me.

[checks squash brought by Vanessa] Oh, fuck me. [walks back to workstation] Hey, hey. Hey, all of you, come here. Who in the fuck just brought me that?

[slowly raises her hand] I did, chef.

It's like you shit all over the plate. It's even colder in the middle. [throws fork across workstation] Unreal!

(interview) What it came down to was the bitch lost her fucking mind and was, like, seeing stars.

I'm trying to breathe and cook at the same fucking time, and this is hard!

That's what we do! (interview) We're here to cook. If you can't cook, it's time for you to go.

Refire scallops!

Please, can somebody fucking help me?

All of you, ON THE APPETIZERS!

Yes, chef.

(interview) How many red chefs does it take to make an appetizer? Uh... everybody but Vanessa.

Son of a bitch.

[holds the ticket] On order, four covers of table 32. Don't wait for me. Appetizers fire one special table, two side scallops, two risotto. Entrée two Arctic char, two wellington.

Yes chef.

Two wellington?

Hey hey, ladies! That was flat.

Yes chef.

Vanessa, call back the order!

We have special table side, we have two [looks clueless] fuck. [rings a buzzer]

I called this out ten seconds ago. Entrées what were they, Vanessa?

They were one, well-- fuck [looks confused and clueless once again] (begins attempted interview and looks still confused)

I am so sorry did not hear that.

Listen, concentrate, get your head down.

Yes chef.

Meanwhile, back in the red kitchen...

Garnish walking, girls! [walks Wellingtons to the pass]

Put them down.

Thank you, chef.

Chef Ramsay is looking for Jackie to deliver...

Arctic char! Arctic char! [holds a pan of perfectly cooked risotto]

...and finally complete the second order of entrées.

(Arctic) char. (sends it to the pass)

(returns the char and sauce to workstation) Hey! Hey, all of you, come here. Just touch that. Dannie, just touch that. COME ON! COME ON! QUICK! JUST TOUCH THAT!

Yeah. It's cold.

Touch it! Touch... [heavily smashes the char] Fuck! Stone-cold! Jackie, we're stuck in neutral.

(interview) FUCK MY LIFE! Chef Ramsay is going to eliminate me right here.

Jackie, come here! Fucking useless!

Oh no!

Oh no!

For the last time, get it together!

Yes, chef. Now I got to refire this fucking shit!

(talking to the waiter) Go. Come back for the Arctic char, yes?

How long on this char, Jackie?

How long for that char?

Three minutes, chef.

The rest of the table are eating their entrées.

I know, chef.

You guys can start. Start before it gets cold.

(interview) Fucking half the table's eating. So I got Chef Ramsay screaming, "Where's the char?"

Arctic char?

(interview) Don't worry, I'm with it. I'm 'bout to 'bout it.

I cannot wait! It's not good enough!

Hey, all of you! All of you, come here!

Ugh! I'm--

Come here! It's cold and raw! Uh, I-I'm done! [slams the char to a plate] I'm fucking done! I AM DONE! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! I TOLD YOU I WON'T TO PUT UP WITH ANOTHER SERVICE THIS BAD, GET OUT, VANESSA! GET TO THE DOOR! [throws Vanessa's apron on a table when she is on her anger]

(whispers) Damn it. [Jackie throws her apron on a table]

(interview) THIS SUCKS! Somebody needs to go home tonight. It's just completely unacceptable.

It's like we're hitting walls instead of jumping hurdles.