[During their punishment prep, the Blue Team decides to rehearse running dinner service]
Alright, order in. Squab, risotto, scallop, tart. Entrée: wellington, cod, strip, and bass.
Starting to go, starting to go, starting to go. (interview) We had our first two services, and it was a loss. It sucked.
(interview) We got an opportunity to work out any kinks that we might've seen in service. (to Natalie) Three minutes out.
Now, I'm gonna say, "Okay, dude, it's not ready. So, it's still, uh... in the oven, so... Hey, you gotta give me four minutes."
[impersonating Gordon's British accent while slamming his fist on workstation] HOW LONG?!
You gotta give me four minutes, dude.
(interview) Chino sat there and was like... [chuckles and shakes his head]
OK, three minutes—three minutes on the—three minutes on the wellington.
(interview) He can't even fake being a good cook. [facepalms]
Say—say I'm behind again.
(interview) I mean, really? There's no cooking involved. I mean, how hard is that?
That's it—that's it, I'm just gonna try and...
[in British accent] HURRY UP!
[in British accent] CHINO!
[During prep]
While the Blue Team seems focused and united, in the red kitchen, Elise...
Yeah, that's everything we get.
That's why I'm putting eggs on there, because it cooks down, like...
Could you stop talking to me like I'm your fucking child?
...has found someone else to agitate.
I am calm! I'm just saying...
Yeah, you're always talking back to me, and you don't need to talk back to me. [Carrie smirks]
...seems to have a problem with authority.
I'm here, you're here. Get it straight. Hello?
You're so fucking disrespectful!
[smiling with Krupa] I think this is the first time I smiled all day.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Sea bass is fucking falling apart.
(Gives Monterray on a lesson) When you take the fish out of the pan, you leave it on the spatula.
It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
You leave it on the fucking spatula! Is that what you did?
No, you didn't. So it's the fish's fault again?
No, it's not. It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
There IS something you can do, because you should be fucking responsible enough to CARE! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKIN' LIE TO MY FACE AND TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!
[Screenshot of Janet Evans and Mark Spitz (two Olympic gold medalists on swimming) on Chef's Table]
(interview) I understand what he's telling me and I'm listening to him, but you ain't going to keep fucking cussing at me. I don't give a fuck who you are: Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott, Chef Andi. You ain't going to keep talking to me like that!
So don't sit here and BULLSHIT me and tell me that there's nothing you can do!
I'm not bullshitting you. I put it on- I have it. I'm putting it on there-
You've given up! Get- BULLSHIT! SHUT UP!
And Monterray has decided to go toe-to-toe with Sous Chef Scott.
All you have to do is bring it up, and it won't break!
I understand. I understand.
DO YOU?! Then FUCKIN' DO IT!
Well fuck you too then! [throws pan into the sink] You fucking serious, dawg?
(interview) When you fucking got too much pride and you wanna stand there and fucking cuss at Chef Scott, that's the motherfucker that needs to go home.
Pass me some goose necks, please.
(interview) Yeah, just shut him down and send his ass home right now. That's a done deal.
[Elise prepares the sea bass and is about to send it to the pass]
[Picks up the sea bass] Behind you, hot. Coming through, coming through! Sea bass!
[Checks the sea bass with Sous-chef Andi] What's she done to that? [Calls Elise] Elise!
Come here. COME HERE! That's right! COME HERE! I've got one bass dry, and one bass raw. Raw! RAW!! Get the bass back in the pan!
(interview) Elise had some problems on the fish station. I mean, I thought Chef was about to kick her out of the kitchen. I was kinda hoping for him to, but you know... [shrugs]
I don't know what kind of frame of mind you're in, but it's not on a fucking championship performance, let me tell you!
(interview) Elise will never admit that she's wrong. She just stood there with her eyebrows up and just looking. [pouts like Elise]
Who're you going to blame now?
It's about time you looked at yourself in the mirror and took some responsibility!
[Chino brought the second-attempt order for VIP table to the pass and Gordon checks it with Sous-chef Scott]
(on the wellington) Look at that. Chewed up to fuck. (on the lamb) And that? That's raw.
It's pink. [returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away] Blue team, STOP!! (to Chino) Come here you, look at that. [holds the undercooked lamb] That is raw. [points the lamb fat] That is white fat, [takes the destroyed wellington dough] and what have you done to this? Wha-wha-what is that? So now, you've just fucked [knocks his hand on the workstation, and the word "me" was never heard] me!!
Yes, chef. Yes, chef. (interview) I feel like a dumbass, moron, idiot because I can cook better than that. It's just... It's embarrassing.
There you go. [tosses the tray on the floor] All of you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!
[leaves the kitchen] I'm so fucking pissed, it's not even funny. (interview) We suck. The way I look at it is, any time you get a service shut down, you suck.
(to Janet Evans & Mark Spitz) My apologies. In the last service, they were good. That’s what hurts.
JEJanet Evans
You gotta fight for it!
After shutting down the blue kitchen...
Now I want to serve the chef table one lamb, one bass.
Chef Ramsay looks to the red team to deliver entrees to both chef's tables
[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Gina]
Oh, come on. [returns to workstation] Stop. All of you, come here. What is that?
It's raw, chef. I just sliced into it.
Oh, really? I'd never guessed. So in front of (Misty May-Treanor and Jen Kessy) these ladies here, this is how we want to perform? Raw bass, overcooked bass. Raw lamb, what an embarrassment.
[Screenshot of Misty May Treanor and Jen Kessy (two volleyball players) on Chef's Table]
Why are you doing this to me? It's like being in a volleyball match and I'm the ball getting pounded.
(interview) I was just like, Oh, my God. It was bad.
Let me tell you something really important: SHUT IT DOWN.
[Customers start leaving Hell's Kitchen]
After shutting down both kitchens...
I'd rather send something.
Chef Ramsay has Sous Chefs Scott and Andi make the entrées for the chef's tables. And after a disastrous dinner service, [both Red team and Blue team gather in the kitchen while Chef Ramsay is in front of them] Chef Ramsay sums up the evening with one word:
PATHETIC. So therefore, the winning team tonight is... NOBODY. Both teams, think of two individuals that could really make your team stronger... by exiting. [pause] Get out of here.
[The Blue Team nominated Chino and Monterray, while the Red Team nominated Carrie and Elise]
I have stepped up my game every service, every challenge, I've gotten better. If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.
Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?
Krupa, who would you drop?
Jennifer, who would you drop?
Natalie [transferred to blue team since previous episode], you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home: Elise or Carrie?
No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you: your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.
I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second, and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.
I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31. I'm 26. I have so much to learn and so much more to give.
Are you done? [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise tearfully walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line.
[Jamie and Jennifer facepalm while Krupa shakes her head]
