Fire a wellington, chicken, John Dory... [notices that Christina is cooking beef and chicken in the same pan] Uh, excuse me. [to Christina] Why are we cooking chicken and beef in the same pan?
Sorry chef there just wasn't a lot of room up here on these burners
Supposedly someone doesn't like red meat!
(interview) I thought hot pan, plenty of room let's just cook it, it'll be cool.
Yes, chef. (interview) No, not cool!
Bobby, they've (Christina) got beef and chicken in a pan. Now you've got salmon and scallops in the pan.
Uh... I needed this time to fly (interview) Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo. I didn't really have an excuse.
Hey, aren't you allergic to shellfish?
Yeah. (interview) Chef was right! Woo!
[sees Matt eating] Why are you eating?
COME HERE, YOU! YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I'm standing here struggling to get food out, I just watched you turn and eat!
I'm tasting my wellingtons, chef.
(points to the customers) They're struggling and you're going to be the one fucking eating!
(interview) Matt, are you kidding me?
Can I get some meats out here, please?
With food finally leaving the kitchen, all Chef Ramsay wants...
Why are we going with this table?
I'm coming up with it, chef! (brings his meat to the pass)
[Gordon returns to the workstation with meat brought up by Matt]
All of you, just fucking come here! You (Corey) as well with your burn! This is why I'm pissed off! Touch that. That's (wellington) fucking raw, and that's (beef) fucking what? Look at the colour of it. [Matt tries to retrieve the meat; Gordon knocks his hand away, gets a filet and wellington and angrily throws them in the bin] I'M ASKING YOU A QUESTION! SHIT!! I'm asking you the question, what is it?! It's overcooked!!
(interview) Matt seems to be like a 5-year old trapped in a 35-year old body. He doesn't know when to stop.
(gets a ticket at the pass) Sorry, chef.
Oh, please. Don't touch me.
Oh, can you fuck... I need the ticket here! (Matt leaves the pass, Gordon asks him) What's going next?
I'm busy getting yelled at.
Fucking idiot, come here! What did you say then? You're busy getting what?
You just gave me overcooked meat, overcooked fucking filet, overcooked. Now you're saying "I'm getting yelled at!"
(interview) It wasn't my fault when everyone else fell behind. I'm the big team player, I just don't team players around me.
So don't start acting fucking smarmy with me while we're standing here in the shit, whereas you put me in the shit!
I can't fucking concentrate anymore.
Salmon, John Dory, chicken, wellington, fillet mignon, rib eye!
I don't know, I'm trying to work on my migraine.
(interview) Matt is someone who is excuses for himself. Absolute fucked in a headache you know, come on pull through it. He's a crybaby and he is definitely getting more insane by in a minute. (to Matt) Matt, how long on the fillet?
(to Corey) I'll tell you in a second. (holds a well cooked fillet mignon) three minutes.
You guys are a fucking bunch of losers. (to Matt) What's going, Matt? What's going?
Two risottos, one fillet, one lamb and fish (salmon).
No, that's right. No. He's got migraine. Look! Hey, look at there, Scott!
Not funny. I got a medical pills and I work through it.
He's got a migraine. Come here in a minute and let me just tell you something, you have a migraine? (quietly, to Matt) I've had one ever since you walked in here. Why have you just forty-two minutes ago to completely forgot and give you a favour?
I have no feeling in my hands--
No feeling in your hands? Yeah, come here. [takes hold of Matt's hand and walks him out of the kitchen, as if though Matt just peed his pants] Go upstairs the dorm and lie down, yes? Lie down.
But I want to work through it.
[turns around] GET OUT! FUCKING GET OUT! (rekindles Matt) "I got a migraine?" Fuck off... fucking useless pieceashit...
(interview) Matt doesn't take any responsibility for his actions, everybody in this place here has a migraine right now my brain feels like it's about to explode but I don't give up in that kitchen
FOUR MINUTES TO THE WINDOW TWO WELLINGTON, ONE FUCKING RIBEYE! HURRY UP CHRISTINA!
Yes, chef. [Sees a pan of rice] Oh, shit! [holds the rice and burns her hand] Who the fuck left this rice on here, guys?
Sorry. chef. I forgot about it.
Fucking useless. [scrapes the burnt rice and throws it on a chopping board]
(interview) Jen burnt the rice. It was sitting on my station, all she has to do and say, "Hey, I'm putting this rice here."
(quietly to Jen) Get out. Get out and get to the dorm. GET OUT! I'm not fucking around now. Get out!
(interview) I completely forgot that I put the rice on. I feel bad for that and that was my honest mistake.
(to Christina) Hey, she put it on, you've been standing next to it for an hour, you take off your apron and fuck off as well!
(interview) Oh, my God has this been a crazy night!
Hey, all of you: Fuck yourselves. Get out! GET OUT! [The remaining chefs leave the kitchen] Fuck off will you, yeah? [rubbing his face] Oh... Shit!
