45 minutes into dinner service, blue diners are enjoying their appetizers.
BBoy
The onion rings are good. I like them.
The onion rings are getting positive reviews.
[Cut to a blue table where a boy is biting into a raw chicken wing cooked by Matt]
(As Jean-Philippe returns the chicken.) Oh no. Oh no! Raw chicken?
Oh fucking hell. GENTLEMEN! [slams the plates down] RAW CHICKEN! Matt! [kicks the bins] Pink and bloody! [throws the chicken in the bin] Come here you. Fucking prick!
What the fuck are you doing?
Yes, chef. Sorry chef, it won't happen again.
(interview) Oh, my God. That's pretty major. If a kid is biting into a chicken wing that's raw, that's just fucking nasty.
It's the tartare again with you isn't it?
[Flashback to day 1 where Matt's Exotic Tartare made Gordon vomit.']
That's what it is, isn't it? That's what you can do?
No it's not chef. (interview) I was this close to his face and I didn't even blink at him.
You can manage to fuck up raw food. WAKE UP!
Yes, chef! (interview) I'm not going to break. I'm not here to break. He's not going to break me as a person.
Hey, Craig! Four macaroni, one burger, one spaghetti of clam, and you've given me meatballs. One's called a fucking meatball, and one's called a clam. Spaghetti is clam, meatball is meatball. Where's the spaghetti of clams?
[Gordon eats a piece of spaghetti, and instantly spits it back out]
Don't worry about it. Start over, fast.
I got it, I got it, I got it.
[Craig tries to snatch a pair of tongs from Bobby]
[pulling the tongs back] These are mine.
He doesn't even answer you, look. He doesn't even give you an answer.
Craig, answer the chef already!
[After completing service, the red team comes in to help the blue team.]
Jen, stand next to Chef Ben. Cook with him.
(interview) The thing is, it's embarrassing that chef called them in to come help.
(to Ben) Look at the current situation. Now, go around and slap yourselves in the back now then.
I thought we were close chef, but I was wrong.
You thought you were fucking close. Let's give a big round of applause to the captain who hit an iceberg on the fucking Titanic. Shayna.
SShayna
What do you need?
I got it. I got it. I got it.
SShayna
(interview) "I got it. I got it. I got it."
SShayna
What do you need?
SShayna
Don't tell me you got it. What do you need? (interview) Chill! Take the help. Even if it's from a girl.
Just push out the plates. Let's just do it and just end the day.
Away now, one crab cake, one meatballs, one clam, one Caesar.
How long for the fucking clam?
SShayna
You're burning, you're burning.
He's not even giving me an answer.
Come on, answer him, please!
He's making me feel fucking nervous!
Let's just go! Craig, Craig, the pasta's ready! Come on!
How long for the fucking clam?
It's coming up right NOWWWW! Fucking listen! [angrily throws a pan to one side]
Ben, what you've done and the ambitions, you do seriously surprise me.
Thank you, chef, I-I was hoping you'd see that. I mean, I give it all I've got. Gave you a hundred and ten.
You surprise me to how shit you are!
I was expecting more. Hey, maybe you shouldn't have quit your fucking day job so early!
[Matt, Craig and Ben are nominated for elimination]
All three of you should walk through that door.
I'm just going to keep giving you 100% chef. Every day.
I'm going to give you 125%.
I don't know percentages but just over that.
