(sighs) We have blood sausage with a prune purée.
Already you look negative.
I'm not pleased with the plate, that's why I don't look happy. I'm really, really not.
[Gordon tastes the dish, then spits it out in disgust]
Ugh, that's shit. Who in the fuck chose prunes with blood sausage? Talk to me, red team!
[flashback to Scott Hawley telling Nilka and Fran to cook the prunes with blood sausage. In the present, Maria and Fran point at Scott]
(interview) It was his decision to put those items together on the plate, and Scott's trying not to own up to it.
It went completely wrong.
Understatement of the year!
(interview) I knew it. I'd rather have just gone up there with an empty plate, like "voilà, chef!"
That's a fucking disaster. (throws the plate away)
Right, Benjamin. What is that?
We have a pan-roasted pork loin, drizzled with thyme, star anise and baby bok choi. (interview) The dish that we did was a beautiful dish. The pork was fucking gorgeous.
That was delicious. Just... phenomenal.
(interview) I mean, I would have made love to it right there.
[The final round of the pork challenge, with the teams tied 1-1]
You know, when we had sweet potato, I was like, "sweet potato soup," and then ham-hock, and then we do a honey-infused oil. We put another pan over it and let it pressure cook, and like, one sprig again, of thyme, we just let it marinade. Not, like, a lot. At all.
(interview) I don't know, maybe I talk a little too much. I don't know if it's just flat-out a lack of self-control. It's just outrageous. Look at me now, I can't even stop myself.
Nice soup. The winning dish? (looks at Maria) Congratulations... (Maria smiles) ...you've just screwed your team! (Maria looks upset) Listen to me. I asked for the hamhock as the main ingredient. And you're serving me a sweet potato soup garnished with a spoonful of ham-hock? Blue team, congratulations. Back in line!
(interview) Wonderful. Idiot, I'm an idiot.
[Salvatore, as a waiter, hands his ticket to Gordon Ramsay]
Let's go. (looks at the ticket) Oh, Jesus. What is that there? What does that say? What - what - you went to school, right?
(shocked) You didn't go to school?
Came to America because my family needed me, needed money.
So what were you doing when you didn't go to school?
Working every day, chef, to feed - to help my father and my mom's bills.
Thank you for being honest.
I was being honest, chef.
[Gordon checks on fried chicken brought up by Scott Hawley]
How long's he been cooking this for? Scott: this chicken is like something from outer space. Just feel it a little bit. It's cooked to fuck! It's like something from a leftover fast food joint, Scott! Pathetic.
(interview) Scott's got the most experience, but he still screwed up the whole chicken section. I mean, just a complete disaster.
[Scott opens the oven door] Blackened bullshit chicken. [sees Maria next to the open oven] Oh my God. Close the fucking oven door! [goes over to Scott's station and closes the oven door] I don't want a conversation going on with the oven door open. She's (Maria) going to come pass with a fucking pan, walking back and BANG! One fuckin' arm in the fryer, one in the fuckin' stove! Now STOP IT!!
(interview) He was working so dangerous, Scott. He should've known better.
We never cook with the door open! Health and fucking safety!
This is the worst fucking night of my life right now. (interview) I feel miserable right now. Thank god nobody got hurt.
We're now the most dangerous kitchen in the fucking country!
[Only one minute remaining on the Red team's half of service on Barbecue night.]
[Gordon checks on burgers brought up by Siobhan]
Oh dear. All of you come here! ALL OF YOU! [Shows Siobhan that the burger is raw]
That's my fault. Completely my fault. It was the last one I did.
[smashes the burger 4 times] IT'S FUCKING RAW!
I should've asked - I needed more time.
STOP! Time's up. Enough is enough! Fucking shut it down!
[Maria returns to the pass with dates]
Because I sold the - I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.
So you're lying to me. You fucked up the order.
Not intent - Come in here you! Come in! Come in! COME IN!!
(interview) Surprise! I screwed up, again. [enters the blue kitchen] I wrote down shrimp and they wanted dates. Er, I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.
Basically, she fucked up the order! Yeah, she fucked up the order. [Throws the dates in the bin] Fucking bullshit!
With the clock running out on their two hours...
Come on guys, you got 25 minutes to go yes?
...the blue team is moving quickly but not carefully.
[finds fried chicken along with fries in the fryer] All of you, come here! [gets the fryer and slams it on the stove] So who's the fucking smart-arse? Who's the fucking smart-arse?
I put the chicken in there chef.
I just dropped the chicken in the fries chef.
Let's go! Go with the chicken! Come on!
Jason! Jason, look at me!
It's not fucking good enough!
It's a fucking fine dining restaurant, yeah? Not a fucking fast food pick up joint! Get the fries out of there first, then put your fucking chicken in there!
The fries weren't done, chef.
The fries are a fucking side! Get your chicken going and get the fucking - Listen to me Jason!
I'M DOING IT CHEF!! I don't want to put up with this fucked-up ass bullshit. It's fuckin' crazy. I don't give a fuck. Fuck it.
