“Episode Eight” quotes from Hell's Kitchen

Where is the scallops?

How's the scallops?

I had to re-fire one order of scallops.

(goes to Siobhan's station; gets her pan of scallops) Look at this! What are you doing there?

I thought they look golden brown, chef.

Stop, fuck off will you?

I thought they look fine, chef.

You thought they look golden brown.

(interview) They were fucking black.

Take that, yeah?

There are some on here that were fine, chef.

So, where's the fine ones then?

They're right over here.

(interview) Shut the fuck up and cook. 'Yes Chef' and cook. Don't talk, cause he's only going to shove his foot deeper in your ass!

Where are they? Where are they? You've got the nerve to tell me that some of it were fine. (points out some scallops) Wishy-washy, not even seasoned and you know what? More importantly, they're boiled. You DONKEY! Fuck off out! Get out, get out. Get out, there you go. Get out! Fuck off to the bar and eat it!

And Chef Ramsay has sent her to the dining room to eat her mistakes.

In the dining room, one customer...

Is it cooked?

It's rare at best.

(talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.

Shit!

Decides to take manners into his own hands.

[at the pass] Oh no! This is rare.

(who stands at the Red kitchen) Service, please!

Fuck!

What's the matter? Oh, talk to me?

[pointing at the beef] Medium?

Excuse me? Hey, you don't call me you acting like on it's funny. (to male diner) Yeah, do me a favour: That's his [JP] job, you fuck off, yes?

Are you trying to poison me?

Poison you? What a fucking dick. It's beef, you fucking idiot, tartare! (to male diner again) You never heard of that?

It's low-grade beef, at best.

Go get a shave, you fucking knob-end!

It's low-grade dog food, at best.

(goes to Blue kitchen) Let's go. Standing on ice on a fucking jerk. Stand strong, buddy! Stand nice and strong. Push your arms up and you're like a fucking quail!

All of you, come here! Pink chicken. Not just pink but fucking raw! And you what? Not even cooked. Raw, raw, RAW!! (smashes the chicken on the plate)

(interview) It's sliced! You could obviously see that's fucking raw. You can't send up raw chicken no matter what.

(to Nilka) I would expect you 10x more when you tell me the chicken's raw!

(interview) Aaarrrggghhh! Why? I tried so hard, I don't want to fuck up tonight!

It's not fair! You can't just do that! The chicken's raw!!

You're right.

Just all of you, come here. In a minute. No, Jay, it's not good enough. That has come in sliced, but - yes it's FUCKING RAW! IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GUYS! (throws his spoon on the floor)

Let's go, guys.

(returns to the workstation and gives a tray of entrées to Ed) Hey, Ed, come here. Hold your hands up. Yeah, look at me. You, you, you and you fuck off out. LEAVE ME ALONE! GET OUT! Fuck off.

It's raw, every fucking bit. (to Fran) Your risotto! Madam, madam! Taste the risotto, taste the rice! Up and down, up and down, up and fucking down! (kicks the bin) Do me a favour. Look at me. You, you, you, you and you, GET OUT! Get out! Get out of my sight! Get out!

(to Fran) Just get out. Just get out.

Useless bits o' crap!