How long for the risotto and pasta?
PPaula
Plating up the pasta right now.
[tastes the risotto then spits it out] Taste that rice, taste the rice. It's like mush! Show me the rice.
Oh, my God! It's overcooked! It's like mush! Who cooked the rice?
[flashback to when J cooked the rice for both teams, pouring two boxes into one pan]
The blue team? What? [goes over to the blue kitchen] Oh, come here you, all of you! Who cooked this rice?
Look at it, J! How can you do that, J? [hurls the rice in the trash] J! For both teams?
Aw, fucking hell. Oh, come on. You can't do this!
(interview) The risotto was mushy, clumpy and nasty, and it definitely was not a good way to start the evening.
It's mush! Did you cook it all in the same pan?
Oh, fuck me. Oh, come on, fuck off J.
I'll get a pot on, chef. (interview) That pissed off Chef Ramsay, and I really didn't need that, because he's been riding me hard the past couple of days.
(to Jean-Philippe) Jean-Philippe, stop the risotto, yeah? (to J) J! I can't believe you just screwed the service in both kitchens!
(interview) J, you're my friend and I like you a lot, but today, you fucking suck, man.
I've got sauce on one, and two Dory on. LA?
[LA is standing still and staring into space]
PPaula
(interview) It's almost like LA was half-asleep or something.
GGloria
Come on! LA, wake up! Are you sleeping?
She's dreaming. Come on, more (voice cracks) SAUCE, you silly cow!
(interview) He called me a cow. For the first time.
Don't cook all the fucking Dory in one pan unless you're boiling them, yes?
Yes, chef. (interview) In the real world, you wouldn't have someone yelling at you like that. You wouldn't have someone calling you a cow, a bitch. You wouldn't. 'Cause if someone in the real world called you a cow or a bitch, you would walk up to them and sock them in the face.
On order, six covers table 20. Entrées: Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one Dory. Wellington's medium, yes?
(to Andrea) Right Andrea, what's going? [gets no answer] No answer. I'm not in the best of moods, ah? I don't like being ignored in my own fucking kitchen. What's going?
(interview) On garnish, you've got to be thirty seconds before everybody else. If she's not checking the tickets for us, we're screwed.
Story of your fucking life, yeah, you have no idea!
Hey, she's running the section, yet she has no idea of what's going. (to Giovanni) Tell her, chef.
Two wellingtons one medium, one medium-rare and lamb medium? I'm sorry, lamb medium-rare. Two lamb medium-rare.
RBRobert and Ben Walanka
Two chicken.
PPaula
Two chicken and a Dory.
Two wellington, Two chicken and a lamb.
Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one fucking Dory.
One wellington's medium, the rest is FUCKING NORRRRRRMAL.
Unlike us. (to Andrea) What's going, madam?
Hey, come here you. Hey... fuck off! Hey madam, (points to the front entrance) through the door there! FUCK OFF!
[Andrea walks out of the door while the camera crew follows her]
Get that fucking camera out of my face.
Andrea, relax. The only thing he wants from you is to come back. You need to fight back. If you don't, you're finished.
(interview) This is the hardest... most difficult, most up-and-down thing that I've ever, ever done in my entire life! [to Jean-Philippe] It's just been out of fucking control tonight. There's no communication with anybody, and I just haven't recovered.
Yes, I want to fucking stay! I've been through too much hell right now to fucking leave!
Absolutely. So keep it to Gordon.
(interview) It's just a reminder of how difficult it's been and how much...how much I just want this so bad.
So now you need to be strong. Go back in there, and give it your best shot. Go on, then!
(interview) I put everything I have into this every day, and I just had to go in there and fight for the rest of it.
[to Andrea] Right, what's going?
Two chicken, two lamb, one wellington, one Dory.
Thank you. Back in the kitchen! NOW WAKE UP, ANDREA!
(interview) One station failed...
SScott
[Andrea's pan catches on fire] Pan's on fire, pan's on fire!
...and another station failed. It's no joke.
We're going up in flames. [picks up Andrea's pan]
PPaula
(interview) First night with the Black team, one big cluster fuck.
Same shit, different day! (throws the pan into the sink)
[Ben's pan also catches fire] What about the rest of the table? We need cover-up.
Dynamic six, yeah. My fucking ass. Fuck off, the lot of you. [walks out of the kitchen and throws his towel away]