“Episode Seven” quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Away now, one risotto, three Salad Saint-Jacques, let’s go.

Yes chef!

They only need turning Sara otherwise they become overcooked yeah.

Yes chef!

Are they overcooked?

Yes chef, they are!

Oh come on!

Heather West

You've got to watch your scallops.

Thank you, Heather. I've got it.

Missy.

Yes, chef?

If you sauté scallops in a non-stick pan, they won't stick! That's why it's called FUCKING NON-STIIIIICK! [Gordon's voice goes falsetto on "STICK"] I don't know what non-stick means in Texas, sweetheart, but FUCK ME!

Yes, chef!

Hoping to satisfy Chef Ramsay, Garrett rushes his chicken to the pass.

Garrett, the chicken is raw!

Yes, chef.

You're going to kill someone!

Garrett has just brought a dish to the pass that is not only inedible but downright dangerous.

You knew it's raw!

I'm doing it because it's faster chef. It's the only reason.

Faster?! You've always got a fucking answer for everything!

I'm just trying to--

SHUT IT! YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN WHITE!!

Excuse me, Mr. Ramsay.

Yeah, just wait I'll be thirty seconds right now.

Uh... Excuse me.

I just asked for thirty seconds, will you just be so kind, I'm in the middle of serving a table. Service!

How long do you think it might be?

Would you mind taking your breasts off my hotplate? Look at that. How will I serve food with those fucking things there?

Fuck you. [she flips a plate full of food on the tray and storms off]

Security, please!

(to Sara) Missy, how many scallops are you serving per portion?

Five each.

Are they small, big or massive?

They're medium.

They're medium? Missy, [in a fast tone; gives her a towel] clean your fucking glasses, I'll ask you quickly, yeah? Yeah, let's do it this way. CLEAN YOUR FUCKING GLASSES!!

Alright, chef. [wipes her glasses]

Carrots!

Yes, chef!

"Carrots" I said, not "Garrett".

Virginia, what are you doing?

I'm plating, I'm getting the tortellini, chef.

There's not a tortellini on the order.

But there's tortellini, chef.

Listen, you stupid fucking fat-mouth bitch! Bring me your ticket here, bring it here! And read it out-- Come here!

You're right, chef.

Now, will you fucking SHUT UP! [throws the ticket at the counter] YOU JUST TALK CRAP! [repeatedly pounds the counter] FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!

Where's that Belgian?

I would like to sit around with you, and stay with you, but I can't. [backs to the pass] Chef!

What are you trying to do, lose your virginity? [Jean-Philippe takes a look at Gordon, then returns to his station]