(to Bryant) Is that too overcooked for you or no?
It tastes burnt. Yeah, fix it.
(interview) I tasted it. I thought it was unbelievable, but do whatever you want.
You're about three minutes away. You need to get the fuck out of this kitchen, dude.
No, Bryant, I will get it for you!
I'm fucking serious, Frank! (interview) My menu is supposed to be Frank-proof. Can you imagine if this menu was any harder?
[Bryant continues to wait on garnish from Frank]
Two halibut, two pork, two rib eye! How long?!
(to Frank) Can you walk?!
No, I got the mash coming with that!
This is ridiculous! (interview) Frankie's fucking us up right now. It's just unreal.
(to Frank) Broccolini, how long?! [Frank doesn't respond]
A minute and a half! (interview) I've been giving him pretty fucking accurate times. If anything, I'm off by a minute. I mean...it's pretty fucking accurate.
Get it together, Frank! KEEP TALKING!
Yes is not a proper response!
Look! Alright, you know what? (interview) At this point, I can't let them run me. (to Frank) I need to send this food now, dude. People are getting pissed off and they're tired of waiting! (interview) I need to do anything I possibly can!
You know what, you know what? [waves hand] See you later, man. I'm sorry, I didn't like this...
...but I'm fucking serious! (to Sterling) Sterling, I need you here...
...to run this damn station!
[starts walking out of the kitchen] FUCK!
Yes, chef! Thirty seconds, chef!
[Frank makes his way upstairs to the dorms]
(interview) I started off a little slow, but everything was going perfect. Everything was perfect. Dude, what just happened was so beyond fucked up. [angrily slaps the couch]