Jen Yemola quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Julia, what you got in here is enough for two orders.

Okay.

I'm going to toss all this (spaghetti) out. [dumps it in the garbage]

Away next, scallop, risotto, spaghetti yes?

Ladies, spaghetti!

You need more spaghetti Julia? Oh, I fucking just tossed it! Let me just get it. I'll get it. I'll get it. (interview) We had an order for spaghetti and I threw out what we had and I just decided to retrieve the spaghetti from the top of the garbage and washed it. 212 (degrees) kills the bacteria and I decided to serve it.

Where did you get it from?

The garbage on top.

Oh no, no, no. No way. (interview) Who in the world picks food out of the trash? You can't just do anything in the heat of the moment.

(not having seen what Jen did) How long Julia?

Six minutes chef.

Oh dear.

Julia's quality control kept garbage from being served and Jen should consider herself lucky Chef Ramsay didn't witnessed her mistake. Meanwhile in the blue kitchen, the pressure is on Josh and Brad to get out some entrées.

Let's do two wellingtons, one turbot. Lets go.

Josh, did you hear that? I'm going on two wellingtons. Can you, I need you guys to go.

That's not a problem. How long on the wellingtons?

I can go right now.

No, I can't.

You can't? I need to pull this out then.

Hey, JOSH!

Yes, chef.

Fucking little bastard. Hey, are you just trying to sabotage them?

No way, chef.

So that it makes you look good?

No way, chef.

Who's the first person you should be telling?

I should talk to him (Brad), chef. I should talk to meat station. It was my fault, chef. (defensively) No sabotage. (interview) I wasn't trying to sabotage. Are you crazy?

You deserve a kick in the nuts.

Yes, chef.

Hey, start the fucking table again.

Where's the wellington? How long?

[comes up to Gordon] My wellingtons are going to be overdone.

Oh, for fuck's sake! Oh, come on!!

I'm not waiting another minute for my main course.

Seventeen (wellingtons) on order and you've got three to send. We're fourteen short!

(to a female diner) You don't want to stay a bit longer?

Uhm, no.

Chef, they are all walking out. To the left and 12, 14, from both sides, chef.

(to the red team) Stop. (calls the blue team) Come here. Hey, hello, chef (Josh), sabotage. Your tables are now getting up and leaving. Fuck off, will you, yeah? [gets the tickets from the pass, crumples them and throws them away] Get out. GET OUT!

Now it all comes down to the meat entrée.

(interview) Tied 1-1. All the pressure is riding on...me.

Third and final dish. Please present the meat entrées.

(to Jen) We shouldn't send it.

Please present the meat entrées together.

Ready, Jen?

Jen, don't send it. Don't.

Melissa, I don't know what you're trying to do, or whether you're trying to upset our guests. But right now, I'm starting to get pissed. Now will you send your food?

Let's go. [Rock and Jen bring the meat entrées to the table.]

Right. Domes off. [Rock and Jen reveal their dishes, Jen's dish is a small dried up duck breast on a bare plate.] Alright... okay... ahem...

(interview) There are no words to say how humiliating it was serving a piece of shit duck to a husband and wife to be. I really wanted to disintegrate.

Oh dear. Jen.

Yes, chef?

Describe the dish.

That's a duck breast... um...

First of all, I'm deeply embarrassed.

I am as well. (interview) I was so embarrassed you know. They probably think I cooked it. I had nothing to do with that!

Rock, please explain.

We have a dry aged rib eye that's been pan seared and served with wild mushroom cream sauce.

Thank you. [gives Carlotta the rib eye and Cyrus the duck breast]

[trying to cut through the duck] Oh wow, this is really tough.

I'm so sorry. Nobody's going to be eating that, are they? [takes the duck away and covers it with a napkin, then looks at the Red Team in disgust]

[tasting the rib eye] This is delicious. That's great.

Definitely.

Rock's rib eye easily beats the women's lame duck and the men win their first challenge in Hell's Kitchen.

(interview) Two things are happening right now. Number one, we finally got a win and we feel great about it. Number two, it's open hunting season on chicks and we're about to start picking them off one by one.

My, er, apologies, and we'll do all that we can to make sure it's a very special day. Thank you for joining us for the tasting.

Thank you. [she and Cyrus leave]

(to the Red Team) You four Hell's Bitches, I am embarrassed. I don't think I've ever, EVER been so embarrassed inside this restaurant in my entire life. That was a joke! You should be ashamed. All four of you are going to work your asses off. Get - out - my - sight.

The four remaining chefs have managed to move on to desserts. But the moment is anything but sweet.

What is this? Is this yours?

That's the ice cream base. Put it over there if you could on the sink. [Rock puts the base on the counter where Bonnie is working. Jen reaches in front of Bonnie for the container.] Asshole!

You a fucking asshole!

Hey, hey, hey! Do you mind? We're not arguing amongst ourselves are we?

No, chef.

Yeah the fucking weak link is gone, now you should start fucking working as a team!

Don't jump when you say jump!

Stop, stop, stop.

Who the fuck you think you're talking to.

Stop!

I can not run this kitchen like this!

Big man. Big man.

Big man shit.

SHUT THE FUCK UP! [bangs the overhead] Enough's enough.

Big man shit!

You guys, knock it off. Okay, we got one brulee, one panna cotta, and then we're done.

Despite the ongoing fighting,...

Simple ass broad.

You're crazy.

...The aspiring chefs manage to successfully complete dinner service.