[In the team communication challenge, both teams fail to score a single point.]
(interview) The lamb is nicely cooked, the sauce is on, we got this, we got this, got this.
[Gordon tastes blue team's lamb]
Unreal! (chokes the undercooked lamb)
(interview) Yeah, we're fucked.
The sauce is disgusting. It looks like in a gas station. Nasty!
(interview) Okay, this could be good for us, I mean our lamb is cooked perfectly!
Red team! (holds the lamb)
I sliced the lamb, Chef. I apologize.
(to Barbie) Did you slice the lamb or chewed the lamb?
(interview) Barbie, what have you done to this lamb? Did you cut it with a fucking spoon?
[Gordon tastes red team's lamb, chokes, and throws it on the ground]
I am seriously disappointed. I expected at this stage in the game something so much better! For the first time ever in Hell's Kitchen history, I, Gordon Ramsay, cannot pick a winner! Red team, blue team, you both lost. One team would've had an amazing day with a beach in Santa Monica, visiting Malibu in a helicopter. You had a beach club this afternoon for yourselves.
(interview) Hell's Kitchen season 10 making history! Only we're making history because we suck!
You have a long day cleaning. The front of Hell's Kitchen needs sprucing up. After that, Hell's Kitchen SUV's need detailing. But more importantly, I'm opening Hell's Kitchen tonight.
And do you know why? Redemption! You need it. I swear to god, it's going to be a great service. Because if it's not, I am not waiting until the end of service to get rid of dead wood.
(interview) Chef's pissed and do you know what? He's got every right to be pissed. We should all be embarrassed to be wearing these jackets right now.
(to Clemenza) Come on, C!
(to remaining chefs) Hi, guys.
By the way, that's the car [shows a classic car with a surfboard after joint challenge loss] those taking to you to a private beach for the day.
(interview) God, man! It would have been fucking pimped to roll down in Malibu [dream of time at the beach and relaxing on a pool with a wine] in that red car, lay down a beach, have some drinks, and just relax by the pool. Why couldn't we just win today so we could've been at the beach?
Enough about that cause that all winners stuff and we're all bunch of losers at the moment. (to both teams) So, we're going to clean. Alright guys, let's go.
[walks to the pass with three pans] Five risotto coming up, chef!
[Sous Chef Scott comes up to check the pans]
Uh, stop there, Scott. It's–it's not even in one pan. That's what I'm saying. I got three different colours. I mean, honestly? [returns to workstation carrying the pans] All of you, come here!
Multi-coloured fucking risotto!! A light one, a dark one, and an in-between one. WHEN WE HAVE FIVE RISOTTO ON ONE TABLE, WHAT DO WE DO?! WHAT DO WE DO?!
[points at Clemenza] Tell him, then!
All in one pan, Clemenza!
All in one pan!! (interview) One pan!
Yes, chef! I'll re-fire five right now!
Get it together! FOCUS ON A FUCKING RISOTTO!!
[Gordon comes back with the fish that Justin just brought up.]
Justin! Hey you! Come here, you! So he (Brian) cooks fresh New York strip, because he screwed the previous table. And you reheat the same bass???
[Robyn smirks]
(to Robyn) And you think it's funny?
No, I don't think it's funny. I'm pissed right now. I don't think it's funny at all. (interview) Hehehehehe! Justin's a dumbass! Are you kidding me? I think it's hilarious right now.
Justin, is that your best?! (no response) Hey! IS THAT YOUR BEST??!!
So all that time, you were cooking-
[Robyn's stove suddenly bursts into flames, momentarily distracting Gordon]
...all that time you were cooking, you couldn't think to put two fresh bass in?
Chef, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I've got to re-fire these right now. (interview) What was I thinking??? That was just a dumb, dumb mistake.
All of you, look at me! [points at each member of the Blue Team] WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!
Three New York, two wellington, one bass. How long?
Drive the ticket! Let's go!
Yes, chef! (interview) It's still our first table, and all I want is the ticket to be done. I just want it to be done. But everything kept coming out wrong.
Come on, Brian. Here's the bass. Let me know when you're ready to go.
Walk with your bass. I'm slicing New York.
Yes. Go, go, go! Make sure it's cooked!
[slices steak in half] Raw. Ah, fuck.
More time. It needs more time.
No! Get another one! (to Gordon) He's backed up! He's gonna be dragging steak at least two minutes!
Hold on! It's not ready! (to Justin) It's not ready.
It's still coming out WRONG! Are you serious?! (to Brian) MUPPET!! FUCKING HELL!! [sees several diners leave the dining room] Are you serious? They're walking out! Oh, my God. Urgently, where's the wellington?!
Okay, wellies walking. Wellies walking.
[Brian brings wellingtons to the pass, and Gordon checks them quickly]
Oh, fuck me. Not another overcooked wellington. (sighs) Fucking hell. Honestly, I'm gonna go crazy. [returns to workstation] Overcooked wellingtons! It's like a joke now. [Brian pounds his fist] Honestly, guys, it's like a big fucking joke.
Come on! [Brian punches his forehead]
(to Brian) Hey, come here, fucking comedian! I have had enough. Come here, you! [leads Brian into the red kitchen] Barbie!
Come here, please! URGENTLY! You, on the meat!
Show him (Brian) how to do a wellie, Barbie.
He's not capable! Get over there!
Get him in, Barbie! Urgently!
Fuck! (interview) Oh, I'm fucking furious. You gotta be kidding me. [carries wellington tray] GODDAMNIT!!
(interview) On a black jacket night, Barbie comes over to finish my fucking station?
Seven minutes. They're resting, chef.
[shouting through his teeth] GODDAMNIT!! (interview) I feel like a castrated dog.
You can't put all that meat on one fucking tray!
(interview) And I think Barbie is enjoying this, I really do.
[pounds fist again] DAMNIT!
There's nothing I can fucking do! I've been demoted!
(to Robyn) Wellie garnish, how are you?
Walking with garnish, Barbie!
Walking with wellingtons.
Cooked perfectly! (to waiters) Service, please.
Goddamnit! (interview) Oh, my God. [holds up left hand and pretends to hang himself]
