[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Simone]
Look, raw. Not pink, but raw. Congratulations for being the worst two cooks ever to graze the fish station. [Simone laughs; Gordon throws his spoon away] (to Simone) It's funny now, right?
All of you, come here. We're just destroying ourselves! (to Simone and Jessica) You two, fuck off! Get out!
[Scott brings his lamb to the pass]
I've got the lamb. Where's the halibut?
The halibut! Where's the halibut?
The halibut is two and a half minutes away chef.
Hey, stop. [drops his spoon] Stop. So the halibut's two and a half, (to Chris) come here you. (to Scott) Hey you, come here you and why you can't talk to him?
(to Chris) I WANT TO KNOW, CHRIS!!
He (Scott) never told me he was slicing the lamb.
(to Scott) COME HERE YOU! WHAT IS THIS?
We're just shooting ourselves in the foot! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Fuck off out of here! GET OUT! GET OUT!
(interview) We didn't finish a service, not once, not twice, but the THIRD FUCKING TIME. I mean, it's just fucking embarrassing.
[Bev and Sandra bring their entrées to the pass]
(on Sandra's wellingtons) Wellington cooked perfectly!
(on Bev's halibut) It's just gets worse. All of you, come here. Yeah, just touch that one first.
That's overcooked, now touch that one.
What are we fucking doing to each other? To the Red team? What are we doing? All of you, GET OUT!
Fucking nuts I get thrown out. (interview) Tonight, all my dishes come out perfect! This sucks! It's just flat-out sucks!
[before the nonimation, both the Red and the Blue team started choosing a nonimee]
Sorry, man. I'm banning DeMarco.
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Yeah, me, too. (interview) Right from the get-go, DeMarco's done shit. I mean, you can see a good chef and a shitty chef from a mile away.
Based off tonight, I did good, Chris did bad.
Mark my words, I'm not dead weight, guys. I guaran-fucking-tee that. (interview) I own everything and anything that I do in that kitchen. I know I could've done better, but Mike, he's poison for the team. Keep DeMarco, keep me, but get fucking Mike outta here! (to Mike) If I'm getting all the elements composed, you're seasoning my fucking fish at this point. And that's all you did for me tonight.
Wait, wait, wait! I gotta say something! Chris wanted to fucking be the first guy to leave!
You know what they say? One person just works in the other. It doesn't, you fucking idiot!
(to Mike) If you don't see me do something, you're my man. You're listening to every fucking order being called out and you're watching what my hands are doing.
Alright, the guy that's cooking is supposed to be cooking!
(to Mike) Both of you are responsible!
But if he's saying that he didn't do it right, you're his fucking backbone!
He's been trying to sabotage our whole team, he sucks so bad!
I think we should send Gabriel up because he did just as much on hot apps as I did on fucking fish.
What?! Are you fucking crazy?! You stood there like a bitch! Just standing there watching him!
(to Mike) GO BACK TO THE GROCERY STORE, MOTHERFUCKER! Back to the grocery store, and keep working there, you little bitch!
(to Jason) Fuck you! You loud-mouthed, fucking doughboy bitch!
Oh, really?! You're fatter than me, you little motherfucking piece of shit!
Seriously?! Fuck you, man!
[Some of the guys intervene and step in between between Jason and Mike to break up the fight]
(to Jason) You got one shot! One shot and you'll be dead before you even fucking register with your little fucking brain!
[DeMarco and Gabriel pull Jason away from Mike as Scott and Anton do the same with Mike]
(to Jason) He's not worth it!
He doesn't–HE WORKS AT A GROCERY STORE!
(to Jason) You can talk all the shit you want, bro!
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Guys, listen! Listen!
That's it, that's done! THAT'S DONE!!
[DeMarco, Mike and Simone have stated their pleas; Gordon makes his decision]
(stops him) It's okay, chef. I can go. [Rochelle and Gordon give a shocked face]
Simone, good night. [calls Mike and tosses his chef's jacket to him] Mike, here's your jacket. Back in line. (to DeMarco and also tosses his chef's jacket to him) DeMarco, back in line. [brief pause] Get out, guys.