[During the blue team’s punishment; they’re tasked with decorating the dining room for a Prom for students at Beverly Hills High School]
BBennett (Prom Committee Member 1)
Russell, you have to put the colored one down before the film.
RARae'anna (Prom Committee Member 2)
See, this teamwork is exactly what helps in the kitchen, right? Like teamwork in the kitchen?
Yo. Don’t talk about the kitchen, ‘cause you guys don’t know shit about the kitchen.
BBennett
How about you not give us attitude?
Are you kidding me? We’re doing this for you. How about you back up a little bit? (interview) This is not a joke. I’m not here to play with little kids. They’re pushing me to the limit! (to the Prom committee) I’m not doing this for my fifteen minutes of fame. I’m doing this for a fucking career, so step off!
RARae'anna
Watch your language!
Watch my language? (to the Prom committee) I’M A GROWN ASS MAN.
Hey, guys. Come on. These are clients of Hell’s Kitchen. Stop being disrespectful! Get on with the job, get it done, and show a little bit of respect. Alright?
(to the Prom committee) Why don’t you guys just keep going through me? These guys are just frustrated. (interview) For Russell to blow up like that; unacceptable. Up and down the board, unacceptable.
[Gordon checks on crab cakes brought up by Emily]
Crab cake, aiyayay. (returns to the workstation) Excuse me! All of you, come here! This is what you've just served me! Just look at that, look. They're not even crispy, touch that on top. They're soggy. THEY'RE SOGGY!! It's like I've eaten it and sent it back!
(interview) The only thing Emily had to make is crab cakes. My 6-year old could do this.
EEmily
Give it back. I'll make new ones.
(to Jillian) Jillian, three fucking salad, fresh!
Okay, chef. (interview) Emily sucks.
Meanwhile, in the Blue kitchen...
Boris? How many crab cakes have you got in the pan?
Boris is getting a little ahead of himself.
There's only two away and you just cook me ten. Boris?
I fired two, I got ten. Is this the sign of things to come?
(interview) Boris started firing like a gang-bang on crab cakes. It is like, "dude, learn to count."
Look at me! We'll do one table at a time, it's not a race! Common sense, gentlemen!
Fresh crab cakes, let's go!
While Boris is now cooking his crab cakes to order, in the Red kitchen, Melissa has already moved onto entrées.
[sees Melissa pulling out a tray full of filets from the oven] What in the fuck...
Unfortunately, her team is not even close to completing the appetizers.
WHAT IS THAT?! ALL OF YOU, come here!
(interview) Melissa had put in a huge pile of filets in the oven. Apps weren't even done yet. I don't even know what to do in this situation.
We've sent three tables of appetisers, and you're sticking all the beef in the oven!
(interview) Why the hell would you do that? I wouldn't even do that.
Do you want to go home? Why don't you make my life easier and just fuck off home? You can't be normal! (starts counting the filets) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
EEmily
(interview) What the hell are you doing, lady?
There's 23 on the board, chef.
SO WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU COOKING THEM NOW?! (no response from Melissa) Nona, WHY?!
It doesn't make sense! They're gone, they're overcooked.
I can't do it anymore with you. You need a system! THERE'S NO SYSTEM!!! I CAN'T KEEP ON TELLING YOU EVERY FUCKING SERVICE!!! [slams the table]
Yes, chef. (interview) Sometimes, I just go stupid. But I'm better than this. I just have to show Chef Ramsay that I have what it takes.
