Don't fucking shout at me. I'm going to ask you one more fucking time. You give me a bullshit answer, that jacket's coming off and you're going through that door home. How did that fish taste?
Oh, fuck me. The chicken is raw! All of you! ALL OF YOU! (to Brian) THAT'S YOU, FUCKER! [knocks his hand on the workstation] The chicken it comes up...
Robyn, really? Really?! [throws his spoon away] RAW! (to Brian) Hey comedian! Crack a fucking joke now! I fucking dare you! [knocks his hand on the workstation]
Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Oh, Jesus. [returns to the workstation] Aaaahhh. I could cry. I could just... I could just cry. [throws his spoon]
Stay there. Stay there. Trust me; Scott, Andi, and I will finish the service. Let me tell you that. That was shocking. I can't take any more. Do me a big favour: Each of you have a good chat, based on tonight's service, and come up with one individual from each team that should be leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight. And I hope to hell that all of you are feeling like shit.