(interview) Meat is one of my fortes. I definitely had six, seven out of eight without even looking.
Ring the bell, ring the bell. Go for it!
[Seth lightly taps the bell]
[Seth hits the bell harder]
Seven wrong for blue, let's go.
Holy shit! We're working backwards!
(interview) SETH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Seth's poor performance has set the men back. Now Lacey has a golden opportunity to redeem herself with her team.
(interview) It's my chance to show my team that I can step up, and that I deserve to be here.
(interview) Lacey was just moving things around for the feeling that she was doing something, and you know what, that's no different to how she is in the kitchen.
[Robert rings the men's bell]
Robert has only improved on Seth by one.
(to Lacey) Come on, let's go! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
[Lacey rings the bell]
Okay... (sees that Lacey has placed the "bottom round" label near one of the model cow's front legs) BOTTOM ROUND?! WHAT DOES "BOTTOM" MEAN? One, two, three, four, five, six wrong! Dear oh dear!
What is going on? I'm waiting on four Caesar, two shrimp. Why aren't the shrimp on?
I've got them right here. I was throwing them on, Chef-
I am right now, chef. Sorry, chef.
Unbelievable. A Caesar salad and we're in the shit! [spots that Charlie's cooking cloth has caught fire] Your cloth's on fire! YOUR CLOTH'S ON FIRE!
(interview) Charlie, wake the fuck up, man.
Get it in the water, Scott, please, before he sets the place on fire.
(throws the cloth in the sink) If that's your best, you might want to rethink your best a little bit.
It's 30 minutes into dinner service, and Ben is trying to impress Chef Ramsay with his speed.
[bringing some chocolate brownie desserts to the pass] Coming down with desserts. Coming down with desserts.
Unfortunately, having dessert ready before the appetizers is not exactly what Chef Ramsay had in mind.
Dickhead, put them down. [calls entire team] Hey, all of you, come here. Ben's now bringing me a chocolate fucking brownie. [tosses one dessert on the counter] WHAT'S GOING ON?!
(interview) I didn't know what was going on, but he brought up dessert four minutes in. I mean, I've done some stupid shit, but that's embarrassing.
So, let's do it this way, then. There you go. [puts the desserts on the pass] Ben wants to serve the chocolate brownie before we serve the appetizers.
What are you dreaming on?! Are you stupid?!
You've got cheesecake made as well!
We've trashed six desserts before we've sent out fucking appetizers!
My fault, chef. (interview) It was my mistake for not exactly knowing Chef Ramsay's terminologies, but fuck me if the words "pick" and "up" don't mean "give you the desserts!"
Have you been drinking or sniffing?
Look at me: Go upstairs for a lie-down.
Go on, go upstairs for a lie-down. [leads Ben out of the kitchen, then walks away] Useless. Absolutely useless. [a couple of seconds pass, then Ben quickly returns into the kitchen]
[Lacey returns a Caesar salad to the pass]
She just didn't knowthere were anchovies on it.
You got what you asked for.
So what did you fuck up? I know you find this is, I mean you-you, yeah, you laugh, it's funny.
(interjecting) I don't, chef! I'm not laughing!
You're fucking worse than...
...Britney Spears, you jumped-up bitch!
(interview) There's a reason I don't wait tables, and this is it!
He (diner) said that he wants it bright up a little bit, chef.
Robert, come here! Robert, bounce your way down here. Let's go. [portions the beef] (pounds the counter) Touch it! Touch it!
GRGiovanni and Robert
It's cold.
FUCKING SHIT!! [throws the beef away] It's still walking, that fucking piece of beef!
(interview) It pisses me off. We have an executive chef of a steakhouse running our grill. Wake up, get it together, and put out some decent food.
Thank fuck I've visited your steakhouse! It's fucking blue!
With just 30 minutes left in the first seating, Jean-Phillippe is looking for Lacey.
JPJean-Phillippe
Table 23.
JPJean-Phillippe
The table which you forgot.
I have to go up there and tell them to fire it?
JPJean-Phillippe
Well, who's gonna...who else gonna do it?
Jean-Phillippe, I've never waited table before!
JPJean-Phillippe
(gobbles, mimicking Lacey) Can you just go and ask the chef to go? (gobbles)
(to Gordon) I need main courses for 23 fired, please, chef.
Yeah. Hey, madam, were you just taking the order in now? Why is it taking so long?
JPJean-Phillippe
She forgot the table.
(shakes head and angrily swats Lacey away)
Yeah, "fuck off with me", I know.
[after Seth's attempt at butchering the filet mignon, Ramsay has discovered a huge amount of wasted meat he has hidden]
Hey, all of you, here! Quickly! There's the filet, yes? Look at the fucking waste. [empties the waste onto the counter; the amount of waste is nearly as big as the remaining filet. Seth looks confused, while the other team members look horrified] That's what he took off, and there's the filet. LOOK AT THE FILET!
(interview) He molested that poor thing! People have gone to jail for worse, but it looked like he went at it with a jackhammer!
We've fucking WASTED the most expensive part! [hurls the offcuts to Seth] LOOK AT IT! What are you going to do, get daddy to buy you a new one? [stops for music to play] How can you do that?
I never butchered a filet before, chef.
Congratulations, you just have.
Hey, hey, hey, smartass - not in the right way, you fucking bozo.
Yes, chef. (interview) I don't think I did that bad, butchering that filet, but now I know for next time.
[two minutes remain of the Blue team's half of the service]
Where's the New York strip?
Chef, I'm four minutes away!
Oh, my God. SWITCH IT OFF! We're now over two hours. He (Seth) fucks the filet, (to Charlie) the shrimps go down, (to Ben) this dick sends me dessert before the appetizers! [throws his apron] Fuck off! (to Jean-Philippe) Jean-Philippe, shut it down, yes? Two hours over. Clear down!
(interview; tonight was originally planned to have been his wedding) I've embarrassed myself, my family, my girlfriend. [throws his buff off angrily]
[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]
Here we go. Here comes the pain.
Where's the four Caesar salad, two shrimp?
Coming, chef. These were two, one and one.
Where's the fucking four I asked for?
Four Caesar salad, two shrimp.
You're doing this on purpose.
No I'm not, I swear. You said two. One and one.
Look at me! Look at me! Four fucking salads.
(interview) There's always that person in your life that's going to be grumpy, and, you know, not be nice. Then there's the one like Chef Ramsay, who's the arrogant, vicious attack dog.
(to Colleen) Hey, Madam, you're fucking pathetic!
Four salad, three shrimp, one plain! (to Colleen) Oh, no, no!
Hey, oh, no, no! Come here!
Four Caesar salads, three shrimp, one plain!
Four Caesar salads, chef, three shrimp, one plain!
Four Caesar salads, chef, three shrimp, one plain!
Four Caesar salad chef, three...
(visibly shocked) Oh, m - OHH, GOD!
Oh you fucking - hoo, shit! She's not normal... she cannot be normal...
(interview) My God! Colleen, if we lose tonight and I go home, I swear to God, I hope you can't sleep at night because you deserve to go home more than I do.
