[checks on scallops brought up by Tommy] Hey, rock-and-roll bozo, come here!
I go from, "springy", to boiled bits of shit.
(interview) Aaaahhh, yeah, this sucks. Took a hell of a dive.
Take a seat and fucking eat them. (to James, who is in the dining room) Service please, little glass of wine, Sauvignon Blanc, goes beautifully well with the raw ceviche skillet.
[Watches other three contestants on the chef's table] (interview) Hell's Kitchen weeds out the week. This competition is mine, and it's only a matter of time.
One, two, three of you, ALL ON THE FREAKIN' FISH STATION!
I jumped over to help out, chef.
Yeah, I wish you'd jump in the oven! That would make my life a lot easier!
Back in the red kitchen, Carrie is looking to redeem herself on the fish station.
[goes to Carrie's fish station and takes over] I'll cook the fish, I'll cook it.
But Elise has other plans.
I got it babe. No, I got it. This is my station.
(interview) Clearly, Carrie is the weaker cook than I am, so I felt like I want to take charge to impress Chef Ramsay.
Why is she (Elise) cooking fish?
I don't know what she's doing. She just came over here and grabbed it, chef. (interview) I mean, are you fucking kidding me? That bitch is crazy.
(to Carrie) What in the fuck is she doing?
I didn't let her cook and she just came here and grabbed it chef.
So I was going to cooking for you because we're all a team, right?
She trying to prove a point.
[holds a ticket] I got a six top dying for the appetizers! And you're cooking fish!
I'll put the spaghetti up.
(to Elise) You, fuck off. Sit on the chef's table.
(interview; laughs loudly) HA!!!
[After Blue Team's failure to serve beef wellington for the first time due to failed side dish, for the second attempt, Jonathon delivers perfectly cooked wellingtons to the pass while Gordon and Blue team are waiting for Brendan to cook the potatoes]
(to Brendan) Filet is already up, bro! Watch the potatoes, they're about to burn!
Well then pull them off!!
We're waiting on the sides!
[sees the potatoes burnt while Brendan still sears them] Brendan, look at me. The potatoes in front of you. They're burnt. You're standing over them!
(interview) Brendan wanna sit there and puff out his fuckin' chest: "I'm gonna fuckin' do this! I'm a fuckin' man!". Bullshit bro, you suck!!!!
That's twice in a row. Cooked to perfection, but we can't even SEND THE TABLE TOGETHER! Because NOBODY'S TOGETHER! SMOOTH SERVICE? MY ARSE!!
I've never in my whole career ever been stopped by fucking side items. Never.
[The customers have begun leaving. James returns to the pass]
Blue team, they're walking out. (to Chino, Steven and Tommy from the Chef's Table) You muppet, get off your fat arse. (to Blue Team) Let me show you something: Not one entrée has left this fucking kitchen. NOT ONE!
And look at the pans back there! Any bright ideas?
Want me to jump in? I'll clean them.
I'm talking about the customers. Not the fricking pans.
Hey, what are you going to do now? They are walking OUT! FUCK OFF!
(interview) At that point, it was a trainwreck on ice. There was nothing we could do about it.
Stop! You're out of your misery. [throws his spoon away; goes over to the Red kitchen]
(to red team) Let's do this ladies, come on! Let's not disappoint the customers.
Carrie. They've gone. (brief pause) SHUT IT DOWN!
[Chef Ramsay & Sous-Chef Scott check the risotto given by Chino]
[Returns to the workstation with burnt risotto and scrapes it in front of the Blue Team] Risotto burnt, and overcooked on the bottom! [Drops the pan] It's going to pot!
I got it, chef! [Prepares another risotto] I got it, chef! I got another one, chef!
(interview) It looked like somebody just took the pan and shit in it, and then tried to put some risotto on that, man.
[Brings the risotto to the pass] Risotto, chef.
[Sous-Chef Scott checks the risotto; finds out that it is still burnt on the bottom]
I can't believe it, he did it again.
[returns to the workstation and scrapes the risotto] I've got another burnt risotto, it's burnt! [Throws the risotto in the bin along with his spoon and the pan] It's FUCKING BURNT!!! Chino, what the fuck is going on? How long for the risotto?
Eight minutes, chef. I'm sorry about that.
Eight minutes? (to James) Excuse me, I apologize, the risotto's behind it, yes? (to Chino) Come on, Chino!
(interview) I can't have another bad service today. Right now, I have to take this more seriously like nobody else. I have to prove to Chef Ramsay that I belong here.
If you burn me that risotto one more time...
Look at me - hey, look at me... I'll drag you out of here.
Brendan on the fish station is now ready to move onto entrées...
Sea bass is ready. Are we ready to go on entrées?
I haven't-I haven't called it. Who called the entrées?
...even if Chef Ramsay isn't.
Who fired? I didn't fire.
Yes, chef. Sea bass is fired, and it's ready.
What is going on? You cooked the bass. Is your meat ready?
And the garnish all ready?
You've got to work as a team! PLEASE!
(interview) Brendan, man he jumped the gun. You know, he's too busy trying not to fuck up and he forgets it's about communicating.
Okay, let's go for the first entrée together!
Away now: One sea bass, one wellington, one New York strip, one prime rib.
You didn't start a fresh one?
So where's the old one then?
Yeah. [looks through the garbage] Chef, I can't find it.
Are you lying to me? Because I'm going to stop this whole fucking kitchen. I'm going to ask you one more time to tell me the truth. Is that the bass from 10 minutes ago or is that a fresh one you cooked? Because I'm going to turn this fucking kitchen upside down...
(interview; wiping his face) Oh, my God. (to Gordon) Chef, yes.
[tosses the bass down] Why?
Start a new bass. Start a new bass.
Stop! Everybody stop! New garnish.
(interview) Brendan's an idiot for lying to Chef Ramsay. It's like seriously, you're making a fool of yourself.
And how dare you go to the garbage can, search it, and turn me out like that.
Firing again. Firing again.
You do that to me one more time, trust me, fuck the elimination, I'll send you out there and then. Let me tell you that.
Yes, chef. Won't happen again. (interview) Chef Ramsay's not a stupid person. I was blowing smoke up his ass and he called me out on it.
Firing a new bass now, chef.
[Gordon checks on duck brought up by Tommy]
Oh, come on. [Returns to workstation] Uh, Tommy! The duck is OVERCOOKED!
FUCK! It's ridiculous, man!
Tommy, start a new chicken. It's overcooked! You have one ready.
That's a duck! [throws his spoon away]
(calls the entire team) All of you, come here. Not one entrée has left this fucking kitchen! GET IT TOGETHER!
[Krupa has accidentally dropped her prime rib while serving tableside; returns to the pass with James]
Chef Ramsay, I just fell with the whole rib in my hands so--
Oh, fuck's sake. The whole fucking thing?
The whole fucking thing. I'm sorry.
Oh, you're kidding me. Oh, come on. One simple task. (calls Monterray) Monterray.
Monterray, once you've finished the rib, serve the ribs to Krupa. (to Krupa) Hey, Butterfingers. When he's finished serving the ribs from the blue team, take the trolley. Do not drop it!
[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team]
[checks Brendan's seabass] Oh, come on. Brendan, it's raw.
(to Brendan) COME ON, BRO! REALLY? (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!
STOP! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now? Any suggestions? [the blue team doesn't answer] I've got one big suggestion! [points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!
(interview) What the fuck, man? It is so frustrating, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy-ass bitches, man.
(calls to the red team) Ladies?
I need four of you in here finishing the blue team. Any of you.
[Monterray bangs his right arm on a workstation in anger]
(interview) Having another person coming in to finish what I fucking started is the most infuriating slap in the face, literally "taking your dick out and whipping it across my chin" feeling that I have ever had in my life.
[The entire Blue Team goes outside to smoke after returning to the dorms]
[angrily throws water bottle] FUCK!
I didn't sign up for this, bro. Send my ass home, bro.
BBrendan
Absolutely nothing came out right.
People just don't know how to fucking cook. (interview) That was, like, the biggest pussy bullshit I've ever experienced in my life, man. [to his teammates] I've never been kicked out of a kitchen, bro.
It's EMBARRASSING! [points at Brendan] HE CAN'T FUCKING COOK! [points at Chino] HE DIDN'T GET THE FUCKING RISOTTO OUT!
I didn't sign up for this! I signed up to win! We're all supposed to be professional chefs, right?
RIGHT? SO, WHAT THE FUCK?
I'm not happy about it either.
You think you're pissed? I'm pissed too, all right? We just got our asses kicked in a big game.
I don't like to lose! This is the only thing I'm good at, bro! (interview) I did not come out of here to be made a fool of! That's too much for me! (in the dorms) No, this is some fucking - [kicks something] (to his teammates) Do you realize that they're all in our kitchen right now serving our guests?
We're getting whooped by a bunch of fucking chicks in there! (interview) We just got schooled, man! We should've had a fucking pen and a piece of paper. We should've been taking notes. We just got our asses fucking kicked, bro. (to his teammates) Like, come on, man!
[The Blue Team lost the night's service second time in a row]
Men, I'm - I'm disappointed. Will?
Who should leave Hell's Kitchen tonight?
I voted for Brendan and Chino.
Some of you guys are just a bunch of fucking phonies, you know that? All you do is scream what Chef Ramsay says, and when Chef Ramsay leaves, you just clam up. You don't–you don't wanna put yourself out there.
You can go fuck yourself, Chino.
[Will shakes his head while the Red Team stares on in shock]
You know why they're (Red Team) winning? You know why the girls are winning? They may not like each other, but they all fucking study their shit. I–I'm getting balled out on risotto. What do you do? You go at me.
I didn't see you jumping in trying to help somebody else like I was!
I couldn't! 'Cause I was getting fucked up! I was fucking up! How could I help somebody if I'm fucking up? [Gordon facepalms]
Team player? You ain't no team player!
Okay? I felt sorry for him, alright?
You don't even know what that means! Fuck you!
Anyway, Brendan and Chino, step forward.
[During the Mommy and Me team challenge]
[Elizabeth sends the quesadilla, which cooked by Jamie, to the pass]
[checks the quesadilla] It's burnt. It's chewy. [Returns to workstation] Ladies! LADIES! COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! Would you serve that, to your baby?
Unbelievable! [Sees Jamie wiping her face with kitchen napkins] Jamie, STOP SULKING LIKE A FUCKING BABY! The babies are out there, not in here! [slams the tray on the workstation] Start again!
[Gordon checks on panini brought up by Jonathon]
Unbeliavable. (to the blue team) All of you, just stop! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!! [crowd sees what's happening in the kitchen while a baby cries] There's no chicken in here, and you think I'm going to push that out. You've got a small lead, but it's shrinking away! Start the table again!
