We have a poached lobster and savory portobello mushrooms. (interview) My dish is very rich and succulent and luscious and velvety. You just feel what's happening on your mouth and the satisfaction that comes. [laughs]
[Melinda lifts the lid off her dish, revealing that the mushrooms make up most of the dish, with just a few small chunks of lobster scattered around; Gordon is shocked]
Where's the lobster tail? [portions her dish] Where's the fucking tail?
During the cooking process, I had some challenges.
[Gordon raises the "tail"]
Poached lobster tail, where's the fucking tail? [grabs Melinda's plate and throws it in the trash] Absolutely fucking pathetic!
(interview) Dang... That's another zero.
But moments from opening, his optimism...
[sees some fondants at the pass] Oh, dear. Who cooked these?
[calls out Lovely] Lovely!
Which they're not... come here! Why these are cooked? We put it in the oven when the order comes on.
We haven't even opened yet and you cooked them.
(interview) That's all we have to work with. We're fucking screwed.
[raises one fondant] Look at that! [scoops the fondant and drops it] Look. It's like a fucking hockey puck. Oh, my God! We're not even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!
(interview) That's it. The end.
(interview) Obviously I was thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns!
Look at me. Three scallops cut in half means what?
I've got four! Are you doing this on purpose to get me going?
(interview) Don't insult Chef Ramsay's intelligence.
So look at me. Count to six for me.
Yes, chef. (interview) I just wasn't paying attention. Ones and twos, and threes and twos, and I thought I had yahtzee at one point.
Jim, one minute out, drop six pieces of scallop.
Look at this. I swear to God, [gets some scallops] it's the kind of shit you'd expect Tiger Woods to tee off with. Look at it. Rubber, rubber, RUBBER! [throws the scallops away]
But, they have to start over.
(on Melinda's cappelini) It's limp and shit!
(on Tek's scallops) It's fucking raw! [throws the scallops away]
(interview) We've only had one table, but have made the same dish six million times. That's chaos! That's like apocalyptic chaos!
Louie? Did you just put the lamb in the oven?
OH, MY GOD! [calls out the entire team] Hey guys come here quick! At least you know, Louie's on entrées and the fucking lamb goes in the oven like that. No salt, no pepper, no seasoning, not even seared! [slams the lamb on the plate] (to Louie) Louie, why do we sear meat?
To lock in the juices, sir.
To give it colour, to improve the flavour!
(interview) You're a man. There's a primary instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.
For the eighth time, can I have one fucking scallops and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini?!
Let's go! This is RIGHT this time!
(to Melinda) Okay, you taste the pasta and you tell me.
First check it, we're rolling! Let's go, we can do it! (Melinda tastes the capellini) Is it cooked or not?
(to Melinda) Is that cooked? It looks undercooked.
(tastes the capellini) Not cooked.
Nah, that's not cooked. Not cooked. (Melinda throws the undercooked capellini away) Oh, my God! Why did you throw that away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove, put the lid on the top and, 30 seconds cooking it! What do you do, you just... trash it straight away!
(interview) Melinda... she had that deer-in-the-headlights look and that'll kill you.
(Discovers more capellini thrown in the bin) Look at all this fucking... who's putting all this in the bin?! How many portions are you putting in there? How much is in the bin?! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
An hour into dinner service and the red team has cooked ten appetizers. But unfortunately, none of them have made it to the dining room.
(to Melinda) Hey, madam, how much capellini are you throwing away? (Melinda doesn't reply) Look at it! What are you doing, Melinda?! What are you doing?!
[Melinda begins attempted interview and doesn't speak]
(interview) That girl's gonna lead us to destruction. She's stupid! [shakes her head] Man!
[Gordon notices Louie cooking spinach in a pan instead of meat]
He's cooking the spinach! Why?
I–I thought I had to put it altogether, chef.
I'm doing lamb, and–and rack of lamb, and chicken!
SO WHY ARE YOU COOKING THE SPINACH?!
I thought it went on the plate, sir. (interview) I was just trying to get a head start. Maybe Chef Ramsay should just pull the panties out of his ass or something.
We got enough problems cooking lamb! I don't want you touching the fucking spinach!
Chef, let me do the lamb. Bring him over here, please.
Listen, listen. Listen to me. Hey, listen to me, yeah?
[puts hands up] Absolutely.
Hey, and right now, big boy—Hey! I'm looking like a fucking idiot!
[raising his voice] I GOT IT!
(interview) Joseph, we're not at war. We're just in a kitchen, so calm down and let's cook some carrots.
Salmon, lamb please, how long?
Hey, what's that piece of shit there?
It's supposed to be the salmon.
Holy fuck, look at that. It's like a... bison's penis - what is that shit? [opens up the salmon wrap, revealing the interior to be totally frozen] Look at that! Stone-cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon in the freezer?
Me. I fucked it up. (interview) The salmon was my fault because I stuck it in the freezer instead of the fridge, and it was frozen.
Yeah, you fucked up, big time!
All the salmon's the same, I think we're gonna have to eighty-six it.
Yeah, 'cos she's wrapped it frozen.
And we have five on order.
(to Amanda) Hey, ditzy! Great job!
[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Louie]
Louie! [raises a chewed up piece of lamb] Wh... what is that? What is that? Did you bite that? Look! That's one, that's the other! IT'S ON THE SAME FUCKING TABLE!
(interview) Louie's lost. He's out of his league.
[Gordon discovers a huge amount of lamb that Louie had wasted]
What's all that lamb here? Look at this! Hey, Van! You and Joseph! STOP! Look... at... this! Look! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! LOUIE!
Fuck off back there. GET OUT! YES, get FUCKED, pile of SHIT! Hey, get upstairs, get your bags packed.
Can I help? Can I help in the kitchen?
Yeah, you can help me: GET OUT!
(interview) You want me out? You want me to pack my fuckin' bags? I'm out. My bags are packed. HE CAN KISS - MY - FUCKING - ASS!
With the kitchen at a complete standstill...
Chef Ramsay is left with no choice.
(to Joseph) SWITCH IT OFF.
(to the red team) Fuck off.
(interview) Anybody sitting at home thinking they can do this...Good luck. It's tough.
(interview) I've never had a dinner service like that. It was a complete and utter nightmare.
It's been a long and disastrous night in Hell's Kitchen - but Chef Ramsay's work isn't done yet. It's now time for him to put his plan into action.
[Gordon sits with Robert at one of the tables]
First of all, it's bloody good to see you. Yes.
Thank you, chef. Thank you.
You lost your opportunity due to health reasons... right now, I'd love you to seriously consider [pause for effect] coming back into Hell's Kitchen.
(interview) I've a second chance, and you know, you don't get many second chances in life. [to Gordon] I would love to take that offer. [applause from the other tables]
[During the Blue Team's reward where they are having Shrimp Cocktails with Gordon]
It's a treat to be sitting here by Chef and not being screamed at.
Trust me, each and every service, you're going to get stronger. Have you any idea how much shit I've taken in the kitchen? And the more I took, the better I became.
(interview) What am I learning by shooting shit? Nothing. What gets accomplished by running your mouth? Not a thing.
I didn't come here for lunches you know. That's not what I'm here for. I'm not going to lose my eye on the prize.
Well, we're fired up too, man. I'm not relaxing because I get to have a good nice lunch with the chef.
It's good to get out but I don't really care.
(interview) Joseph, he's a complete dick. He's a little hotheaded, and he's being a little too intense in the way he disrespects Chef Ramsay.
[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass after seeing Van serving tableside to a Red diner]
Chef, he's going to the wrong table.
(to a Red diner) I'm going to get yelled at right now, but I'll be right back. [returns to the pass] (to Gordon) Yes, chef!
That's the Red table. You're running the Blue. Hey Bozo, give me one scampi special on the right table.
Thank you! (to Jean-Philippe) Hey, what's the matter between you two?
There's a language barrier there.
What do you mean a language barrier? He's speaking English, you dick!
I know, but he's from Texas. [Gordon rolls his tongue around]
(to Van) Don't run in the restaurant, please?
(interview) Jean-Philippe better stop trying to tell me what to do. I know that.
I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode, my friend! Listen to me!
(interview) WHOA, WHOA! JP! He's about to like pound him down. DAMN!
(to Van and even turns red) Listen! Listen! LISTEN TO ME!
(interview) I cannot believe I'm seeing this.
(interview) He's going to fucking hit him.
(to Van) We have a problem here!
(to Jean-Philippe) Don't touch me, bro! You better get out of my face! (JP pushes Van)
[Gordon sees JP and Van fighting; becomes furious]
OI! Hey, stop! Hey both of you, come here! (referring Van) Bozo, both of you, come here! NOW!
I'm going to fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're going to get it down and it's going to be a first round knockout.
(referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.
DON'T SHOUT! [shouting] WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!
He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.
(interview) Bitch, shut the fuck up. He thinks he's some kind of boss man around here and he ain't nothing.
(to Van) Calm down, listen to him. (to Jean-Philippe) And you, pay a little bit to respect. [points to Van] And if you do your job, [points to Jean-Philippe] And if you do your job, we'll come together. 'Cause right now, you're turning the whole place upside down, are you going to do it?
(referring Van) If he listens to me.
(to Jean-Philippe) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
Yes, I will if he listens to me.
(to Van) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
[Letting Van out of the pantry first] Ladies first.
