[Steve is approached by JR as he prepares risotto with Sterling]
JJR
Hey, Steve. Touch this, tell me what you think.
(to Steve) Hey! Why are you touching his meat?!
He's (Steve) up to his eyeballs in risotto, and he's touching JR's meat!
FFrank
I don't know! I'm over here! I'm...Chef, we got it. I got it.
JJR
(interview) Frank is pretending like he's doing something when he's really not. Get it together or go home.
[Gordon inspects the halibut and pork brought by Santos and JR, respectively]
(to Santos) Halibut's cooked beautifully!
Thank you, chef! [bumps fists with Fernando] (interview) WOO-HOO!!
Hey, blue team! Come here! That halibut is cooked beautifully. Good job.
(to JR) You didn't even fucking cook it! Why are you saying, "Thank you?!"
JJR
Because we're a team, chef.
Let me tell you something. The pork is fucking raw!
FFrank
(interview) I told you to fucking–I... (sighs)
(to Frank and JR) Back together in the oven! [slams fist on table repeatedly]
(interview) Aw, man! Really?! I just put love into that thing!
One chicken, one lamb! HOW LONG?!
FFrank
Coming in right now, chef. Chicken right here.
JJR
Forty-five seconds on the lamb, please. (interview) I'm trying to come back. I'm gonna make sure that the lamb is cooked perfectly. Chef Ramsay is ready to explode at any moment.
[looks at the lamb] That looks like shit! [walks back to workstation] That's for Chris Bosh! Yeah, [throws spoon] fucking raw! Raw!
JJR
(interview) It's just like... Fuck!
(to JR) You, fuck off! Get out! (to Frank) You, GET OUT! (to Fernando and Santos) You two, FUCK OFF!
(interview) JR dropped the ball on the meat station. He fucked me, he screwed me over! He's the one that screwed up dinner service.
(interview) What the fuck is going on?!
[Gordon once again checks Jared’s steak and cuts into it]
[walks back to workstation] Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now. Not even the fucking marble of the fat. OVERCOOKED TO BLUE!
MDMale diner
[chuckles] I don’t think we’re getting our food anytime soon.
FFrank
Alright, bounce back, guys. Come on.
(interview; sighs) Not again, dude.
Thirty seconds on New York strip re-fire!
Thirty seconds, heard! (interview) How can you go from extremely overcooked to raw? I don’t get it.
(to Gordon) Medium rare, chef.
[sees that the New York strip has been cut into] Oh, man. Fucking hell. [to Jared] Hey, is that you? Did—did you gash that?
I gashed that, chef. (interview; facepalms) Oh, shit. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I sliced it to check the temperature.
And what about the touch?
Chef, New York strips are difficult for me. (interview) The steaks are thick today, but you can’t say that to Chef. You gotta be like, "Yes, chef. Whatever you say, chef. Lick the floor, chef? Sure, no problem, chef."
(to Jared) I expect you to cook a New York strip!
...I’ll drop you off at the fucking airport!