[During Family Night Dinner Service]
[Gordon and Sous-chef Scott check on two pairs of chicken fingers brought up by Tommy]
They're overcooked and they're fucking dry. [returns to the workstation] Tommy, come here. Come here! I know they're children, right? I've got four of my own. [gets a piece of overcooked chicken] Would you serve them that shit?
What is that? It's-it's like a fucking baby's flip-flop! [throws the chicken away] Oh, piss off, will you?
Come on, quality product, Tommy!
[Carrie and Jennifer bring their meat entrées to the pass]
Why do we have a kid's burger?
It's not even on the ticket.
Neither is the wellington.
[returns the entrées to the workstation] All of you, come here! It's the first freaking ticket of the night. Two bass, two New York strip, one lamb, one cod.
No burger, no wellington.
(interview) Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Your first ticket. Jennifer, THIS IS EMBARRASSING! Half the dining room is filled with children! PATHETIC!!
(interview) I'm mortified that I was even a part of this. I will not go down for Carrie. I should have just pushed her away and had her do something else.
(to Amanda) What's going, Amanda?
I have two bass on this ticket, chef, with the lamb.
(interview) Amanda, is there anyone home?!
You haven't got the cod on?!
I forgot about it. (interview; laughs nervously) Ugh.
Family night?! Disaster night!
[Gordon throws his spoon away on the workstation out of disappointment]
We're waiting on the lamb.
Are you standing there with your hands on your hip while we're trying to put this ticket out?!
I better see you cooking something.
(interview) Elise is always yelling at me.
I'm not going to let her get to me. I know I can cook. I know I'm good.
How long through on the window?
Garnish, let's go! Here we go! 30seconds to the window!
It's coming up right now.
Service. Where's the lamb?
Let's go! Garnish please. [sees that the lamb was raw] Look at this. Ah, fuck me. It's raw! (returns to the workstation)
No, it's right there. She's got the other one.
You've got to be kidding me, guys!
[touches the raw lamb] Know that- that- okay.
STOP! [letting Carrie out of his way] Leave me alone! [sounding as if he might cry] All of you come here! Look at the fucking state of this!
I thought it looked good.
(interview) I honestly think that Carrie doesn't have all her marbles.
(to Carrie) Why are you doing this to me?
I saw this and I thought it was okay, chef -
"I saw this." It's not even hot, it's raw! RAW! [slams the lamb on the counter] SHIT! [throws the lamb away; calls Gina] Gina - please!
Take this... useless brigade... around every fricking table... and I want a sincere apology on the back of your crap performance! Piss off! Every one of them!
[Red team exits the kitchen to apologize with the hungry customers]
Why don't you explain to this table? Did you look all these children? They're all famished.
We sincerely apologize about your entrées. (interview) It was humiliating apologizing to the tables when I felt like it wasn't my fault.
We're sorry, we don't have any entrées right now.
MDMale diner
[whispering] Wow!
(interview) Yes, we're a team, but you can only do so much when you have a broken leg.
[while returning to the red kitchen] Ladies, our promise it will not happen again, okay?
That was the first useful thing you have done tonight. It's also the last. Get out of here! All of you! [The Read Team leaves the kitchen] And hang your heads in shame! Because you absolutely suck! PISS OFF! Embarrassing! And on family night! YOU CERTAINLY DON'T CARE ABOUT THE CHILDREN!
YMYoung male diner
"Shut it down!"
[Red team returned to dorms after their disappointing performance]
Chef is going to call me out, I'm telling you.
(to Amanda Colello) He's going to call you out, but there's two of you going up. (interview) This could be a great opportunity for the Red team. We can rid of Carrie and turn something negative into a positive.
[Carrie goes to Elise to fight her]
The first time all the food was up there...
[interrupting Carrie] Don't talk to me right now!
I don't want to hear what you got to say. Get out of my face!
Just wait, you can talk to her later.
She can talk upon the chopping block, that's when she can fucking talk. Don't say a word.
No, I'm not going to have you talk like this. Especially to me.
Nobody's here talking to you. OK, let me ask you to a serious question right now: do you take medication?
Because I think that you are living in another world.
You are nothing but a distraction on me. You didn't call anything. You fucked up the whole rhythm of the kitchen, and I knew this was gonna happen!
(starts to get furious) THE FUCK I DID! ELISE, STOP IT! I DID NOT. You know how bad I want this! Stop it!
[talking over Carrie] Yes, you did! Yes, you did! Yes, you did.
[The Red team lost the night's service; Gordon became the only nominator for the episode]
Jennifer, step forward, please.
My next choice is... Carrie, step forward. (thinks on a third nominee) Do you know what? Amanda, join them.
Carrie, tell me why you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen.
I love cooking. It is my passion, it's in my heart. I'm not ready to go yet, Chef. I want to prove you I am good enough.
Why is your team so desperate to see you out of here?
I don't know what Elise has against me. She's had something against me since day one. I'm not quite sure what it is.
It's not just Elise, Carrie.
Why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Well, Chef, unlike Carrie, I am not in denial that I had a fucking crap performance tonight in the kitchen.
Not in denial at all. I want this, Chef. I'm not going to fuck around and lie to you and say like, "Oh, you know, save me. You know, feel bad for me. I'm good." I can pr-I can fucking work my ass off for you, Chef. I can do better. You've seen me do better.
[During their punishment prep, the Blue Team decides to rehearse running dinner service]
Alright, order in. Squab, risotto, scallop, tart. Entrée: wellington, cod, strip, and bass.
Starting to go, starting to go, starting to go. (interview) We had our first two services, and it was a loss. It sucked.
(interview) We got an opportunity to work out any kinks that we might've seen in service. (to Natalie) Three minutes out.
Now, I'm gonna say, "Okay, dude, it's not ready. So, it's still, uh... in the oven, so... Hey, you gotta give me four minutes."
[impersonating Gordon's British accent while slamming his fist on workstation] HOW LONG?!
You gotta give me four minutes, dude.
(interview) Chino sat there and was like... [chuckles and shakes his head]
OK, three minutes—three minutes on the—three minutes on the wellington.
(interview) He can't even fake being a good cook. [facepalms]
Say—say I'm behind again.
(interview) I mean, really? There's no cooking involved. I mean, how hard is that?
That's it—that's it, I'm just gonna try and...
[in British accent] HURRY UP!
[in British accent] CHINO!
[During prep]
While the Blue Team seems focused and united, in the red kitchen, Elise...
Yeah, that's everything we get.
That's why I'm putting eggs on there, because it cooks down, like...
Could you stop talking to me like I'm your fucking child?
...has found someone else to agitate.
I am calm! I'm just saying...
Yeah, you're always talking back to me, and you don't need to talk back to me. [Carrie smirks]
...seems to have a problem with authority.
I'm here, you're here. Get it straight. Hello?
You're so fucking disrespectful!
[smiling with Krupa] I think this is the first time I smiled all day.
Oh, Jesus Christ! Sea bass is fucking falling apart.
(Gives Monterray on a lesson) When you take the fish out of the pan, you leave it on the spatula.
It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
You leave it on the fucking spatula! Is that what you did?
No, you didn't. So it's the fish's fault again?
No, it's not. It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
There IS something you can do, because you should be fucking responsible enough to CARE! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKIN' LIE TO MY FACE AND TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!
[Screenshot of Janet Evans and Mark Spitz (two Olympic gold medalists on swimming) on Chef's Table]
(interview) I understand what he's telling me and I'm listening to him, but you ain't going to keep fucking cussing at me. I don't give a fuck who you are: Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott, Chef Andi. You ain't going to keep talking to me like that!
So don't sit here and BULLSHIT me and tell me that there's nothing you can do!
I'm not bullshitting you. I put it on- I have it. I'm putting it on there-
You've given up! Get- BULLSHIT! SHUT UP!
And Monterray has decided to go toe-to-toe with Sous Chef Scott.
All you have to do is bring it up, and it won't break!
I understand. I understand.
DO YOU?! Then FUCKIN' DO IT!
Well fuck you too then! [throws pan into the sink] You fucking serious, dawg?
(interview) When you fucking got too much pride and you wanna stand there and fucking cuss at Chef Scott, that's the motherfucker that needs to go home.
Pass me some goose necks, please.
(interview) Yeah, just shut him down and send his ass home right now. That's a done deal.
[Elise prepares the sea bass and is about to send it to the pass]
[Picks up the sea bass] Behind you, hot. Coming through, coming through! Sea bass!
[Checks the sea bass with Sous-chef Andi] What's she done to that? [Calls Elise] Elise!
Come here. COME HERE! That's right! COME HERE! I've got one bass dry, and one bass raw. Raw! RAW!! Get the bass back in the pan!
(interview) Elise had some problems on the fish station. I mean, I thought Chef was about to kick her out of the kitchen. I was kinda hoping for him to, but you know... [shrugs]
I don't know what kind of frame of mind you're in, but it's not on a fucking championship performance, let me tell you!
(interview) Elise will never admit that she's wrong. She just stood there with her eyebrows up and just looking. [pouts like Elise]
Who're you going to blame now?
It's about time you looked at yourself in the mirror and took some responsibility!
