(to Boris) Can you stop washing pans?
(interview) Wow, Boris! What the fuck!
This is a fucking kitchen!! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING RUN A GODDAMN RESTAURANT!!!
Come here you! [leads Boris to the washroom] You want to wash pans?! Get down there! Fuck off will you?! Do it full-time! Get on there! What a muppet.
(interview) I've never been kicked out of the kitchen in my life and it's all my fucking fault.
LA Market is not looking for a fucking head chef in PANS!
[after Russell failed to bring the polenta for the pork, Gordon has had it]
All of you, just stop! You make yourself look so stupid. And look, the food dying. It's like a funeral in here. Do me one big favour: Get out. GET OUT! We'll (himself, Scott and Andi) cook. Get out. Andi, Scott, let's go [The women and the remaining men leave the kitchen]
(interview) Let's throw a whole bunch of chicks in to the mix and maybe it'll make everything all better. No, it made it worse, too many cooks in the kitchen man!
[During the blue team’s punishment; they’re tasked with decorating the dining room for a Prom for students at Beverly Hills High School]
BBennett (Prom Committee Member 1)
Russell, you have to put the colored one down before the film.
RARae'anna (Prom Committee Member 2)
See, this teamwork is exactly what helps in the kitchen, right? Like teamwork in the kitchen?
Yo. Don’t talk about the kitchen, ‘cause you guys don’t know shit about the kitchen.
BBennett
How about you not give us attitude?
Are you kidding me? We’re doing this for you. How about you back up a little bit? (interview) This is not a joke. I’m not here to play with little kids. They’re pushing me to the limit! (to the Prom committee) I’m not doing this for my fifteen minutes of fame. I’m doing this for a fucking career, so step off!
RARae'anna
Watch your language!
Watch my language? (to the Prom committee) I’M A GROWN ASS MAN.
Hey, guys. Come on. These are clients of Hell’s Kitchen. Stop being disrespectful! Get on with the job, get it done, and show a little bit of respect. Alright?
(to the Prom committee) Why don’t you guys just keep going through me? These guys are just frustrated. (interview) For Russell to blow up like that; unacceptable. Up and down the board, unacceptable.
[Gordon checks on crab cakes brought up by Emily]
Crab cake, aiyayay. (returns to the workstation) Excuse me! All of you, come here! This is what you've just served me! Just look at that, look. They're not even crispy, touch that on top. They're soggy. THEY'RE SOGGY!! It's like I've eaten it and sent it back!
(interview) The only thing Emily had to make is crab cakes. My 6-year old could do this.
EEmily
Give it back. I'll make new ones.
(to Jillian) Jillian, three fucking salad, fresh!
Okay, chef. (interview) Emily sucks.
Meanwhile, in the Blue kitchen...
Boris? How many crab cakes have you got in the pan?
Boris is getting a little ahead of himself.
There's only two away and you just cook me ten. Boris?
I fired two, I got ten. Is this the sign of things to come?
(interview) Boris started firing like a gang-bang on crab cakes. It is like, "dude, learn to count."
Look at me! We'll do one table at a time, it's not a race! Common sense, gentlemen!
Fresh crab cakes, let's go!
While Boris is now cooking his crab cakes to order, in the Red kitchen, Melissa has already moved onto entrées.
[sees Melissa pulling out a tray full of filets from the oven] What in the fuck...
Unfortunately, her team is not even close to completing the appetizers.
WHAT IS THAT?! ALL OF YOU, come here!
(interview) Melissa had put in a huge pile of filets in the oven. Apps weren't even done yet. I don't even know what to do in this situation.
We've sent three tables of appetisers, and you're sticking all the beef in the oven!
(interview) Why the hell would you do that? I wouldn't even do that.
Do you want to go home? Why don't you make my life easier and just fuck off home? You can't be normal! (starts counting the filets) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
EEmily
(interview) What the hell are you doing, lady?
There's 23 on the board, chef.
SO WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU COOKING THEM NOW?! (no response from Melissa) Nona, WHY?!
It doesn't make sense! They're gone, they're overcooked.
I can't do it anymore with you. You need a system! THERE'S NO SYSTEM!!! I CAN'T KEEP ON TELLING YOU EVERY FUCKING SERVICE!!! [slams the table]
Yes, chef. (interview) Sometimes, I just go stupid. But I'm better than this. I just have to show Chef Ramsay that I have what it takes.
[Gordon asks for scallop salad in the Blue kitchen]
Melissa, scallop salad, how long?
I'm all out of scallops chef.
I cooked the shit out of all the scallops. I fucked the team chef.
What the fuck are we doing? (gets the rejected scallops on Melissa's station) Oh, my God...
[Gordon pours all the scallops on one plate]
Just come here, all of you. Stop. All of you, Vinny! (gives the plate of scallops to Russell) Take the plate, take the fucking plate! Pass it around!
Seven pounds of scallops.
(interview) She just can't cook.
(interview) Melissa must have cooked about ten pounds of scallops, all cooked off to the garbage.
(interview) It is just fucking embarrassing.
[gives Gordon a ticket] It's your family.
Here we go. On order: six covers, table one.
Three wings, one mozzarella, one risotto, one truffle salad.
(interview) We better get this fucking order right.
Three wings, one mozz is coming chef. Vinny, are you ready on the risotto?
Vinny, I need the fucking risotto! What are you doing?
(interview) I can't sit there and [waves his hands] go like this and have my risottos' magically finish.
Hurry up Vinny! We've got to go up now!
Yes, chef. (interview) I grabbed the risotto I had just sent up for the previous table. There's nothing wrong with it.
Yo, I'm going up with the risotto, guys!
No, that's not fair. That's old! Trying to get away. Hey bozo, come here you.
Yes, chef. What happened?
Shut your fat East-Coast mouth.
This table that you just sent me that shit for happens to be my family!
(interview) Oh, no. What are you doing?
And even if it's not my family, they deserve a fresh risotto. Look at me--
--you dirty little fucker! If you can't be bothered to do it, fuck off out of here! Do you want to go home? Whether it's my family or not, if your family were here, or your family were here, or your family, I'd make YOUR family or YOUR wife or YOUR children a fresh FUCKING risotto! He sneaks that in there. Yeah. That's the shit I served five minutes ago!
Everybody's really happy, apart from your family.
Apart from my family? Come on, Vinny!
(interview) Yes, chef. Sorry, chef, won't happen again. That's all he wants to hear and I'll fix it.
IT'S MY FAMILY'S ORDER! One salmon, one beef, one macaroni and cheese, one bolognese, two burgers.
Let's go, guys. Let's make it happen.
The men are scrambling to get entrees out to chef Ramsay's family.
Chef, I'm coming up with the salmon.
Two beef coming up to the pass. Two burgers, one bolognese up.
Where's the macaroni (and cheese), please?
All right, I'm a little behind right now on garnish.
(interview) I am in the weeds so high, I don't know which way is up. (sighs)
When are we gonna get a little help on this garnish, man?
As soon as I can breathe.
(interview) Russell claims he was in the weeds and couldn't get to me. What did Russ do-- a few chicken fingers and two burgers? FUCK THAT! How dare he not slide to help me? I'm pissed.
I'm behind, and we're gonna be fuck on an own doesn't jump with me here.
(interview) I don't know where he got off thinking that we were gonna be his bitch tonight, but that was definitely not my role. I'm here to do my job. I'm not here to babysit you.
Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen...
All the men need to complete the Ramsay family table is Rob's macaroni and cheese.
(to Vinny) Vinny, get your ass over here. He's weeded. He's weeded bad. What do you mean? (to Rob) Two macaronis! Get him two macaronis. LET'S GO! You got two people working on your station. Now I do, it doesn't matter. Now you do, so don't put up dog shit!
So if he's not ready, then FUCK HIM! (referring Rob) I'll send it separate, okay?
Service, please. [four of the five orders served to the Ramsay family] Come on, guys. Keep it together! In England, we eat at the same fucking time.
TRTana Ramsay
(to son Jack) What did you have, Jack?
JRJack Ramsay
I am having the macaroni and cheese.
(to Rob) Come on, Rob. It's my family. My son's still waiting for the macaroni and cheese. Now I'm worried now.
(interview) Here we go again, dinner service is going horrible.
[holds a tickets waiting for his son's macaroni and cheese] Rob, move your ass! Hurry up!
Russell (interview) It's Mac and cheese, bro. It's not steak. It's not chicken. It's easy.
[Nona and Rob are up for elimination]
Rob, give me your jacket, big boy... (Rob takes off his jacket) ...because it's filthy and dirty. This is a clean one, get it on and get back in line!
[Gordon checks on gnocchi brought up by Trev]
All of you, come here! What night is this? What fucking night?
Important night of the year!
Yeah, the most important night. Is this the most important gnocchi you've ever cooked?!
Fuck off will you? (slams the pan on the workstation)
(interview) That looks like a big-ass booger.
Wake up, Trevor! Nothing's coming out! ON A NIGHT LIKE TONIGHT! WAKE UP!
(to Trev) My lobster's up and you have no garnish.
(interview) Get off my pass and let me cook!
(to Holli) Trev is gone tonight. What do you think?
(interview) This is not what he needs. Trev sucks. Dude, are you stoned? Like, did you smoke a joint before you came in here?
Trevor, you can't serve with those carrots in a burned pan.
Oh, no. I am going to fucking fix it.
Do not help me! Get the fuck out of my ass! Don't fucking help me!
(interview) He is so stupid.
Does anybody need help right now? I'm good on app(etizer)s.
Could use a hand over here, definitely.
How many are on the garnish? One... two... three of you. Sabrina garnish, Nona garnish! Trev, what are you doing?
(to Gail) Gail, go over to the garnish as well, and might as well.
(interview) I've never seen Chef Ramsay called over the entire kitchen to help one person. Ridiculous. [to Trev] The squash is burning.
The squash is what? Burning? [facepalms]
Three broccolini, one squash! One squash is in!
Where's the fucking broccolini?
Dude, Trev, you have to put the basket down or it's gonna stick.
Give me three broccolini! (to Trev) Hey, you, come here! I haven't sent one garnish out at the same (slams fist on the workstation) fucking time! I haven't sent them out yet! Do me a favour: Fuck off back and get some fresh air!
[Trev has just been thrown out of the service into the hallway]
(interview) I'm pissed at myself, 'cos I'm supposed to be the guy that can do anything. I feel like shit because I've let them down. They expected me to be Superman, and Clark Kent showed up.
[Vinny brings his lobster to the pass; Gordon checks it]
Uh, it's cooked alright. Half of it is mush on the outside and the center's well done.
[returns the lobster to the workstation] On a night like tonight! You (Rob) keep me dragging for the chicken! You (Boris) keep me dragging for the appetisers, then Vinny sends me this.
(sarcastically) "I'll fix it."
(interview) We're going down in a heap like a California mud-slide.
(brings his chicken to the pass) Going up with the chicken!
It's pink. [returns the chicken to the workstation] All of you, come here!
(interview) Uh-oh. It's fucking chicken, Rob.
Pink, pink, don't dare touch it... pink, pink. All of you! What are we doing here? [Shows the faces of Boris, Russell, Christina & Rock, the people in the dining room, Danny & Holli, Vinny & Rob] GET OUT! Get out of here. [angrily throws his spoon at the Blue team as they exit the kitchen] GET OUT!
[points at red kitchen] They're on their fifth ticket, you're on your second.
We gotta come back from this. Let's go. Push it out!
Yes, chef! (brings scallops to the pass)
[checks scallops with Sous Chef Scott] There's no colour on there.
He's just not starting with the pan hot enough.
[returns to workstation] I've got no fucking colour on my SCALLOPS! [angrily drops plate] FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
(interview) Come on! Let's get through a fucking service, please!
I gave them a minute each side!
What's that gotta do with it? Where's your oil? They're fucking raw! [starts cooking Rob's raw scallops] You take them out when they're fucking cooked! Their table's eating bar one!
(interview) Ninth service, and Rob still can't cook scallops.
Rob, the largest one is the thickest one, so that comes out last.
(interview) I mean, Rob... Are you a complete fucking idiot?
Sorry about the delay, let's go.
That won't happen again, guys. I got it.
