What are you doing?! Nothing gets sent until the first catwalk! (to Roshni) You knew that, right?!
(to Guy) Did you know that?!
So why is he (Clemenza) cooking the scallops?! [pause] Clemenza, talk to ME!
I made a mistake, chef. It won't happen again.
(interview) I just start firing the scallops like an idiot, and people that knew staring at me. No one says a fucking word.
How many portions of scallops have we wasted?!
GGuy
(interview) Clemenza, come on! He needs to pay attention to what the fuck is going on in that kitchen!
GGuy
[walks to the pass] Coming up!
Over-fucking-cooked. (returns to workstation) Stop!! All of you, come here! Look, now we've gone overcooked to fuck! Horribly-done, grainy rubber. [hands scallop to Clemenza] Feel that, feel it! Just cooked to fuck! Who cooked them?
Guy! I'd rather you do it with control than try to rush them and create that mess!
(interview) Oh my God. We're done!
Clemenza! CLEMENZA!! Scallops, please! I'm running out of time! [still no response from Clemenza]
(interview) Guy just fumbled on the scallops, and I'm watching Clemenza go down like a body in the East River.
(to Guy) Get that scallop perfect, Guy. Come on, brother.
(interview) It's scallops! I mean, it's scallops!
Jesus Christ. Royce, get out there and tell them we need an extra five minutes. Hurry up!
[The swimsuit competition of the fashion show begins]
(presents the second presentation) The swimwear designs of Amanda Ché.
[Shows the faces of models in swimsuits as the blue team gets distracted in the prep during the service]
Oh, fuck my ass! (interview) Holy fuck! That is sexy!
[Shows more models walking the runway; Patrick attempts an interview but smirks his eyes wide open]
How the fuck am I supposed to cook with that going on?
GGuy
[he begins to stare with models] That's what we're gonna deal with? (to himself) I fucked up, don't look. (interview) So, there's a few boobies and stuff like that running around. I see those models, but they're not gonna distract me. I'm focused.
Get those beef in the pan and get them seared!
GGuy
(interview) My head is in the steaks.
[Guy begins dreaming with those models]
Guy, focus! Guy! Guy! Pan is on fire! Fuck! You're fucking charring now! Look at what are you fuck doing here? It's a filet steak. Hardly any flat, so it needs to be doing beautifully cook with control.
(interview) All Guy had to do was to sear off the beef, and then finish it in the oven, and let them rest. So, it seems very simple and basic, yet he was having a hard time doing that. He tuned out.
Show's almost over, can we get a grip? WAKE UP! (to guy) Wake up, you, yeah?
PGPatrick and Guy
Yes, chef.
[to blue team] Swordfish!
Fish, right now! Right now!
[brings fish to the pass] Chef, this is hot.
Yeah, I hope it's fucking hot. It's a kitchen, you doughnut. [the swordfish sticks to the tray as he tries to plate it] Oh, guys! Hey! What is this, a fucking... Hey! [bangs tray on workstation; the swordfish falls off] What–what is that? Rubber, overcooked.
One more swordfish! Yeah, yeah, I got it. I got it.
(interview) This is Clemenza's dish on the menu and it's hard for him to execute this dish.
Clemenza: I got it, I got it!
Roshni: (interview) He's just screwing up really bad today!
I'm dying for a swordfish!
One swordfish, right here. [looks around the kitchen] I need a plate for the pass, please! Anybody, somebody!
(interview) Clemenza's like a lost cat sometimes. He's just, "doo-doo-doo, doo-doo!" Like, I don't get it!
(to Clemenza) Right here, right here! I got it.
Go, go, go! (interview) I get frazzled, everybody gets fucking frazzled! But, you know what, I got it!
[Robyn has run out of beef and is trying to get someone to get some more from the Blue kitchen.]
Someone go get me another fucking beef, please.
(interview) Fuck no! I'm not going over to the Blue kitchen and getting my ass reamed!
(interview) So all these fucking girls on my team talk up the talk but they don't back it up! Get your fucking finger out of your ass and stop being fucking scared!
Christina! I need more beef!
(interview) You are so going to notice a Red jacket in the Blue kitchen, it's not even funny...
[Christina enters the Blue kitchen, unnoticed]
(interview) I was looking, and I'm looking and I started to go in...
(to the blue team) Let's go!
(interview) And then, here comes Chef Ramsay. And I was all like "Fuck this!"
[Christina quickly leaves the Blue kitchen]
[After the successful dinner service, Gordon has discovered the swordfish was left on a tray]
What is all that - oh fuck me! (Calls the Blue Team; as they lost the service) Stop, stop, ALL OF YOU!
(interview) Shit man, now what!
Who cooked this? (to Clemenza) Clemenza, come here you! What the fuck have you done?
(interview) Oh, no, no, no. (moans)
(to Royce) Royce, come here you!
[puts out all of the leftover of swordfish into the workstation] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. Why did you cook so much?
I called them into 18 that can make four more.
That's not four more, its 11 more!
(to Royce) You told him (Clemenza), 18?
No. That I told him sixteen plus one.
Okay, seventeen. (interview) I say what the fuck is sixteen plus one? You called fucking seventeen, you jerkoff!
[The Blue Team unanimously voted to send Clemenza home]
Chef, I chased animals, I dug trees, I gave it my all every single time that I've been in that kitchen. I played 100% and I have not once, not once ever have I stopped and let my guard down. Once I have tried to help everybody and do everything I can possible, and I always played 100% and everybody's trying to fucking get rid of me, but you know what? I still put out better food than everybody standing there.
Clemenza, I want you to listen to me carefully. You've done well... you had a bad night. Are you done?
[pause] I'm not even close to done, chef. I'm ready! I'll go put out another dinner service right now if you need.
Wow. Based on everything I've seen and witnessed, my decision is... Clemenza. [pause; Clemenza is about to take off his jacket] Back in line!
[The red team cheers and applauds for Clemenza; Robyn stands up]
YES! [high fives Clemenza]
