[Barret brings tickets to the pass]
(to the Blue team) Chef, pay attention!
On order, four covers Table 23! (finds that the ticket was badly written) I mean, fuck me. (shows the ticket to the Blue team) Hey, look at the way he wrote that ticket. Look at how badly that's written out! Barret!
Rewrite the ti-- Where's Jean-Philippe? Jean-Philippe, what is that?
Oh, fuck off! (tears up the ticket) Hey JP, take him (Barret) and yourself back to fucking Belgium!
Fuck right off! Fuck off!
It's undercooked, the rice. Wow, fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Hey, the rice is undercooked! The rice is undercooked!
That's not ready yet, guys.
Come on! (to Jessica at the pass) What are you waiting on?
Yeah, fuck-- come in here. Come in here! [Jessica enters the Red kitchen] How long have you been waiting?
Yeah, you've been actually waiting 32 minutes. Tell your fucking team!
(to the Red team) Let's go, guys! Table 34!
I'm not. I'm sorry, chef. [Gordon throws his spoon away on the workstation]
(to the Red team) Hey, all of you stop! Come here, fucking all of you! (to Jessica) You think this is a joke.
(to the Red team) We're dying for Table 34's fucking appetizers (to Jessica) and you're coming in to laugh at (points to Susan) her. What's funny?
Can you tell your team to hurry up?
(to the Red team) Let's go, team!
(to Jessica) Hey, it's sounds so funny, isn't it?
While Nedra begs forgiveness in the dining room, back in the Blue kitchen,
Where is the fucking halibut?!
(to Ray) Let's go, come on. Get those up.
Ray hurries to deliver his third attempt at the same order of fish.
Got it right here, chef. [brings Ray's halibut to the pass]
Come on, come on. Go with that, good job.
Please be cooked. For the love of God, be cooked.
[checks Ray's halibut] Wellington's beautifully cooked, pork's beautifully cooked.
But I have a problem. [returns to the workstation] I have a big fucking problem—YES, I DO!! [angrily knocks his hand on the workstation] MERDE!
(interview) Not again! Dammit, this can't be happening! (to Ray) Come on, Ray!
IT'S JUST RAW! [angrily knocks his hand on the workstation]
MMichael
(to Ray) Get three more going. Get three more going. Put them in the oven.
(interview) We're going down in flames! Titanic ain't got SHIT on us!
I'M DONE! (points to every member of the Blue team) You, you, you, you, you, you, GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
(interview) I was doing good, dammit.
Did I not say that we're done? I will let you fucking know when you fucking keep leaving in it. (interview) Dan, just leave it alone. I had it fucking perfect.
SCSous Chef James
(Storms into the blue team's dorm with raw halibut) Hey, where are you guys?
SCSous Chef James
I spent 18 hours with you guys today, I give you everything I got, and that's the bullshit you're going to give me in front of Chef Ramsay? Make me look like a dickhead in front of a dining room full of people! I'm beside myself right now with that! I can't look at you guys anymore.
That's raw. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away; shows the raw pork to the Red team)
Yeah, kept me waiting 28 minutes for raw pork. (points to every member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, you, you, you, (slams the tray on the workstation) GET OUT! DISASTER! GET OUT!
[Gordon has called both teams downstairs after kicking them out of service]
Stay there. Stay there. We're not done yet. Sous chefs and I are still cooking in there. There's no winning team, you both lost. Think of two individuals from each team that you want rid of. Fuck off upstairs. (returns to the kitchen) Unbelievable.
