[The Red team have to make the cake for tonight's dinner service for their punishment; Carrie and Jennifer notice some of their teammates slacking off]
Alright, can we have a team meeting for five seconds?
This cake's gonna look like shit, and it's not funny.
Who's laughing? Stop saying that like no one's taking it seriously! (interview) Carrie got a big mouth as always. If she wanna try and get in my face with it, she better back down.
I wasn't saying that I was making a joke!
That's exactly what you said!
You said, "No one's laughing either!" Like, that to other people, makes them feel as though they're not taking it serious.
Okay, I'm not trying to make anyone feel inferior.
I'm just telling you what you said.
Elise, can I please talk for fucking once?!
You don't make me feel inferior. I just don't like how you try to act like no one else around you is taking it seriously.
(interview, impersonates Elise talking) "Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, Carrie! Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!"
You're a trifling-fuck bitch.
I'm about to show you, bitch!
You don't have to yell at me! I'm right here!
You better get out of my face!
Know that! You get up out of my face!
[Before the start of the dinner service, Gordon presents a cake for the high school reunion]
Where's the cake? Please? (to Scott) Scott, we are all order the special cake, right?
Very good. Excellent. What on earth? [finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made] Holy crap. Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess.
We thought it looked like sand.
Look at it! It's like a big Mexican sombrero gone wrong with someone shat on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you seen this disaster?
[raises his right arm] Olé!
Yeah. Let me tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. [brings the cake and hands it over to Sous-chef Scott] Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind putting it over there? Thank you.
[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]
[returns to workstation & touches on the center of the snapper as Paul approaches Gordon] It's cold in the centre and it's fucking raw.
I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! It's our first table! [smashes the snapper] I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! NOT TONIGHT!
[Gordon notices Carrie adding an old rice into a fresh risotto that she is cooking]
Carrie! Look at me. LOOK AT ME!
You're adding the old rice into the fresh rice, just reheating it. I'm watching whatever you're doing.
[responds hesitantly] No, I did a- some- oh- yes- I'll start over right now.
[Interrupts Gordon] (to Carrie) Drop that pan and start over!
She wants to cut corners! (to Elise) And you wonder why I'm pissed off?
No, chef. (interview) That's pretty stupid. My mind was blowing, I was like: "Well, Chef Ramsay sees it from who she (Carrie) is, the weakest of the team".
(to Carrie) I know the name of your restaurant: "Chez Leftovers".
While Carrie starts from square one on her rice, Chef Ramsay...
[asks for snapper] Snapper, please.
Yes chef, I'm pushing it right now.
[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]
It's fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you! [angrily throws his spoon away] I'm- I'm struggling! The fish is fucking RAW! [knocks the workstation] IT'S THE SECOND TIME! And it's the committee's table! You can't do that to me!
(interview) Paul's crashing and burning on the fish station like a Titanic, you know? It's fucking going down.
[angrily slams his towel] Fuck!
Jonathon, Monterray! On the fish!
(interview) I'm like, "okay." (to Jonathon) Come on. Let's go, let's go.
Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to put it together!
Don't yell. You did do what you got.
(interview) Chef Ramsay throws me on fish station, so I do what I can. And Jonathon's sittin' back and I'm like, "Dude! What the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please! Like, what is wrong with you?"
What the fuck is Jonathon doing?
I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.
(interview) Jonathon's sitting in the corner like some stray dog with his tail between his legs.
If anybody needs anything, just holler at me, okay?
(interview) So I guess I'm by myself, I have to step up and I'm like, more capable of doing this job.
[Brings the snapper to the pass] Right here, chef.
[Gordon checks the snapper; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the Blue team]
It's raw. All of you, come here.
Just touch that. [touches the top of snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it. Touch it. [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare- I am so pissed off! I can't take it anymore. I've had-I've had enough!
Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.
He (Paul) screws me, you (Monterray) walk away.
Where's your respect? Get out! Fuck off!
[Blue Team leaves the kitchen]
Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?
[The blue team nominated Monterray and Paul for elimination, Chef Ramsay also nominated Jonathon for his poor performance]
Paul, that was one of the worst dinner services I’ve ever witnessed.
I’m sick to my stomach for what happened tonight. I ruined somebody’s 20-year anniversary that they’ll never get back. I feel that I’m not done, chef. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I really, really don’t want to go.
I’m unconvinced. You disintegrated! You backed up the entire dining room!
I know, chef. I had the worst service of my life! I am so disappointed in myself, that I’m literally cringing–cringing of watching you at the pass, and I’m shitting on you every fucking table, 'cause I couldn’t get my shit together! I don’t want that to ever happen again, and I have enough determination to ensure it WON’T fucking happen again! That’s why I still want to be here, because MY FIRE ISN’T OUT!
