[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with lamb]
Oh, fucking hell... What's the matter?
Oh, fucking hell. Sabrina!
Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!
SGSabrina Greset
No, chef!
(interview) I should have stuck to my grounds when I said it wasn't ready. I said we can't go and Suzanne forced me to go. Suzie fucked me.
Hey madam! Madam, come here! (gives her the lamb) Take that.
Inconsistent, dry lamb on the outside, raw in the centre, fuck off and eat it! (leads Sabrina to the dining room) There you go! Taste your own medicine! PISS OFF!!
Thank you, chef. (interview) Are you kidding? Chef kicked me out of the kitchen, and I'm not with my team anymore. It's like the worst of worsts. (sighs)
Two sea bass, halibut, lamb, yes?
SSabrina
(to Suzanne) I can go with that lamb, are you ready?
SSabrina
(bringing the lamb up) One lamb, medium, coming to the pass! (to Tennille) S'cuse me, behind you...
I need another minute, sorry.
SSabrina
Fuck! If they would just-! (interview) Oh, not again!
Come on, fucking hell, come on...
Sorry, Chef. I thought I could do it, but...
Well, I'm fucking out to dry now, aren't I? I'm standing here with my fucking pants down again.
Just one minute, Chef! One minute!
(to the Red Team) Everybody buckle down and let's go! We can do this!
Tennille! And you wonder why I go fucking apeshit? Stand here for five minutes and see how PAINFUL it is!
Understood, Chef. (interview) Everybody's got their stuff up! We don't wanna hold up the whole thing and let it get cold!
(to Suzanne) I'm not gonna- it's not gonna die here!
Thirty seconds sea bass, yes?
Yes, Chef! (checks her sea bass, and it breaks) Shit! Fuck me!
Sorry, guys. (to Gordon) Chef, I killed the table.
TAKE THE FUCKING TRAY BACK!! Fuck off with you, yeah?! Fuck- fuck right off, yeah?! (takes the tray containing the rest of the order) There you go! (hands the tray to Suzanne) Yeah, that's you! Take it back!
(interview) NOW WE GOTTA DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN?! THANKS A LOT, SUZANNE!
You fucking shitting me?! UGH!!
RIGHT NOW, I AM NOT GONNA START SERVING HALF A FUCKING TABLE! NO CHANCE!
AND NOW YOU'RE DRAGGING THE FUCKING KITCHEN!
(to Suzanne) We're behind. We gotta pick it up, okay?
I'm trying to go as fast as I can!
(interview) SUZANNE! SUNK! THE! SHIP! She sunk us! Left us on the curb!
(to Suzanne) DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!
Guys, I can't have my station be a fucking dump pit!
[The Blue Team is down to their final three tickets]
Okay, guys! Away now: the halibut, sea bass, and two lamb!
I'm not gonna make it on potatoes! I'm out of mash!
You'd better find a way to make some mashed potatoes right now!
Can anybody help me with potatoes?
(interview) Andy ran out of mashed potatoes, so I rushed into the back of the house and grabbed some. (returns to the kitchen with a container of potato pieces) I got all these potato ends, I could make mash with that.
(to Andy and Dave) I just want you to know that I am fucking handcuffed right now because we need to wait on potatoes.
(walks into the Blue Kitchen, unaware of what happened) Wait, what's the matter?
We're waiting on potatoes.
I'm gonna make 'em really fast. Really fast!
We're now fucking standing still with no mashed potato. Whistler, here I come. Yeah, fucking useless... (to Andy) Hey, you. (gives him the come-hither) Do me a favor, yeah? Go and tell tables 15, 5 and 4, yeah? We're short on mash. Let's go! HURRY UP!
(to the Blue Team) Watch my stuff, please. (leaves the kitchen)
