[Gordon checks on lobster brought by Amanda]
Oh, come on. This is not possible! (returns to the workstation) Come here! All of you, come here!
(interview) Whatever it is, it's not my fault.
This is not fucking possible! This cannot be true! [gets a piece of lobster] What is that there? What is that there?! WHAT IS THAT?!
Yeah, its fucking raw! RAW!! [kicks the bins]
(interview) Come on, Amanda! All you have to do is put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn't char, baste it and send it up. That's all you had to do!
It's a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar! How can you get confused on a raw fucking grilled lobster?! I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so fucking embarrassed! This is still your first table... (points to the Blue kitchen) that's their last! FUCK OFF!! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT!! STUPID COWS!!! [crosses over to the Blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down] Oh, fucking hell... Hey, have you all finished?
Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?
[The Blue team goes over to the Red kitchen and started working]
(interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?
Away now: Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish!
(interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches crying!
No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.
[In the final round of the health food challenge]
Gentlemen, I can't wait for a fantastic dessert. I hope it's substantial. You've probably saved the best until last.
[Dave carries the platter with the blue team's dessert over to Ramsay]
(interview) Man, that had better be a giant piece of chocolate something, to beat us!
(interview) I was worried, the girls had some really nice stuff. This has got to kick some ass.
(interview) I make an apple fruit compote every day of my life. No problem.
[Dave lifts the lid on his platter, and Ramsay instantly starts chuckling]
Oh, come on. What is that?
(interview) When Chef Ramsay laughed, it definitely like, stung. I felt like a loser. (Ramsay samples the dessert) Chef, we have an egg white crepe filled with a fruit compote, and we have a blackberry and vanilla yoghurt cream.
It tastes... foul. That's the kind of crap they serve when you have a heart bypass or an ulcer operation, that is a joke. Back in line, Dave.
[Jean-Philippe has brought a dish back to the pass, because...]
Chef, it's raw in the center.
Oh, no... Hey, ladies! All of you, c'mere a minute! I'm FED UP with it! (shows them the dish) Give me an answer for that! That's raw pork!
(interview) Sabrina sent out... raw, raw pork. You can't send out raw pork. It will make you... seriously ill.
Yeah, oh, is it-?! (smashes the plate in the trash can) FUCK OFF! (pulls the raw pork chop out of the trash) "It's me?!" (shows Sabrina the pork chop) Hey, you- just touch that!
Yes, Chef. (interview) Sorry, Chef. That's my bad. Oopsy-doopsy.
[Jean-Philippe has returned to the pass with another dish]
Oh, f- get away... NOT the Blue Team.
No, it's the Red Kitchen.
The Red? (shows the undercooked lamb to the Red Team) Yeah- oh, damn, there you go! Come here!
Medium-well, what'd they request?! (close-up of the lamb)
That is not medium-WELL!! YOU'RE ARGUING THE CUSTOMER'S WRONG?!?
RAW PORK, UNDERCOOKED LAMB, NOW YOU'RE BLAMING THE CUSTOMER!!!
(to the Blue Kitchen) Andy?
Hey, c'mere. (Andy walks over to meet Sabrina and Gordon) You (Sabrina) think the customer's wrong, yes? And you (Andy) can't fucking cook.
(to Sabrina) SWITCH IT OFF. (to Andy) You, FUCK off, will you?
All of you! Come here, come here, come here. Come here! (to Kevin) Hey, Kevin, you're starting to piss me off! PUT IT DOWN! When I ask you to stop with you're doing, you better fucking stop it. Come here! Cocky. OUT OF THE WAY. (grabs a rabbit) Fucking raw! (throws the rabbit on the floor) (Kevin) Happy now? You're standing there tossing your tagliatelle to make yourself look good, I'm serving raw rabbit, CHEF?
(to Robert) You! Fuck off.
DON'T START ACTING LIKE A BABY OVER IT!
SHUT IT! SWITCH IT OFF! ALL OF YOU, YOU'RE DONE!
[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with lamb]
Oh, fucking hell... What's the matter?
Oh, fucking hell. Sabrina!
Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!
SGSabrina Greset
No, chef!
(interview) I should have stuck to my grounds when I said it wasn't ready. I said we can't go and Suzanne forced me to go. Suzie fucked me.
Hey madam! Madam, come here! (gives her the lamb) Take that.
Inconsistent, dry lamb on the outside, raw in the centre, fuck off and eat it! (leads Sabrina to the dining room) There you go! Taste your own medicine! PISS OFF!!
Thank you, chef. (interview) Are you kidding? Chef kicked me out of the kitchen, and I'm not with my team anymore. It's like the worst of worsts. (sighs)
Two sea bass, halibut, lamb, yes?
SSabrina
(to Suzanne) I can go with that lamb, are you ready?
SSabrina
(bringing the lamb up) One lamb, medium, coming to the pass! (to Tennille) S'cuse me, behind you...
I need another minute, sorry.
SSabrina
Fuck! If they would just-! (interview) Oh, not again!
Come on, fucking hell, come on...
Sorry, Chef. I thought I could do it, but...
Well, I'm fucking out to dry now, aren't I? I'm standing here with my fucking pants down again.
Just one minute, Chef! One minute!
(to the Red Team) Everybody buckle down and let's go! We can do this!
Tennille! And you wonder why I go fucking apeshit? Stand here for five minutes and see how PAINFUL it is!
Understood, Chef. (interview) Everybody's got their stuff up! We don't wanna hold up the whole thing and let it get cold!
(to Suzanne) I'm not gonna- it's not gonna die here!
Thirty seconds sea bass, yes?
Yes, Chef! (checks her sea bass, and it breaks) Shit! Fuck me!
Sorry, guys. (to Gordon) Chef, I killed the table.
TAKE THE FUCKING TRAY BACK!! Fuck off with you, yeah?! Fuck- fuck right off, yeah?! (takes the tray containing the rest of the order) There you go! (hands the tray to Suzanne) Yeah, that's you! Take it back!
(interview) NOW WE GOTTA DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN?! THANKS A LOT, SUZANNE!
You fucking shitting me?! UGH!!
RIGHT NOW, I AM NOT GONNA START SERVING HALF A FUCKING TABLE! NO CHANCE!
AND NOW YOU'RE DRAGGING THE FUCKING KITCHEN!
(to Suzanne) We're behind. We gotta pick it up, okay?
I'm trying to go as fast as I can!
(interview) SUZANNE! SUNK! THE! SHIP! She sunk us! Left us on the curb!
(to Suzanne) DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!
Guys, I can't have my station be a fucking dump pit!
[The Blue Team is down to their final three tickets]
Okay, guys! Away now: the halibut, sea bass, and two lamb!
I'm not gonna make it on potatoes! I'm out of mash!
You'd better find a way to make some mashed potatoes right now!
Can anybody help me with potatoes?
(interview) Andy ran out of mashed potatoes, so I rushed into the back of the house and grabbed some. (returns to the kitchen with a container of potato pieces) I got all these potato ends, I could make mash with that.
(to Andy and Dave) I just want you to know that I am fucking handcuffed right now because we need to wait on potatoes.
(walks into the Blue Kitchen, unaware of what happened) Wait, what's the matter?
We're waiting on potatoes.
I'm gonna make 'em really fast. Really fast!
We're now fucking standing still with no mashed potato. Whistler, here I come. Yeah, fucking useless... (to Andy) Hey, you. (gives him the come-hither) Do me a favor, yeah? Go and tell tables 15, 5 and 4, yeah? We're short on mash. Let's go! HURRY UP!
(to the Blue Team) Watch my stuff, please. (leaves the kitchen)
[during preparations]
What else do we have to do?
AH! (cuts his finger when slicing a potato) Fuck me! FUCK!
Umm, it's just a cut, second on the middle thumb, middle finger. It's getting in the fingers too. (reveals that the tips of 3 of his fingers are almost cut off completely, and a dissonant chord plays)
(interview) Andy, like, the tips of his fingers were literally taken off. It was so deep and so horrible.
MCMedical crew
(Dispatching to the paramedics) I have Andy. He needs to go to the clinic and needs stitches on its all three fingers.
[In the Blue Kitchen, Andy has fallen behind on appetizers, and Dave volunteers to pick up the slack.]
I need double risotto made while I make a crepe.
(working on his meat entrées) I can work your risotto; give me one minute.
Get over here one second; I'm ready to go.
You got two risotto here?
(works on the risottos) I got it. (interview) I said I was gonna help Andy all night, but, uh... I'm really getting pummeled.
[Fast-paced music begins to play]
[Dave switches back-and-forth between his risotto and lamb; blowing out a small fire in his lamb pan]
Let's go! Risotto, please!
Yes, Chef! (runs back-and-forth between all his dishes)
(interview) Dave's running around in the kitchen all crazy, slidin' around. Dave's got one arm, but that boy can cook!
Coming up right up to the window, Chef! (rushes the lamb and sauce to the pass, along with the tagliatelle) Tongs! Give me tongs, please! (someone hands him tongs) I got it! (rushes the tongs to the pass and puts them in the tagliatelle) Tagliatelle in the window.
(tastes the risotto) Dave! Don't take this the wrong way, but you're ten thousand times better cook with one hand!
(interview; fist-pumps) WOO!
(interview) Andy was just fucking up all night long. He's just turn into a disaster. (to Andy) Bring one crepe up, and I'll follow with another.
Andy, what aren't you doing anything?
He's (Kevin) assisting me, chef.
You're not assisting him, you're doing it! And he's standing there watching you. (to Andy) Hey, you! Hey, come here! Do me a favour: FUCK OFF! UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! PISS OFF! (to the remaining members of the Blue team) Anyone who acts like a fucking idiot can piss off! (to Van) Hello! Are you listening?
Next fucking person out! Concentrate!
[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Suzanne]
Fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Come here, both (Sabrina Gresset and Suzanne) of you! It's requested med-rare! All of you, come here! Touch that! Yeah, touch that! Touch that - YOU (Sabrina) TOUCH IT AS WELL!! What is that?!
(interview) I overcooked liked an entire pan of lamb. Oh, it's terrible!
(slams the plates down) Medium-well? And... that's well done? (to Suzanne and Sabrina) Well-done to you! And well-done to you! I can't believe just how inconsistent you are! Do me a favour: You and you FUCK OFF UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! Both of you!
(interview) Holy shit! He's going to shut us down!
