Hell's Kitchen quotes

(on the wellington) Look at that. Chewed up to fuck. (on the lamb) And that? That's raw.

Yep.

It's pink. [returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away] Blue team, STOP!! (to Chino) Come here you, look at that. [holds the undercooked lamb] That is raw. [points the lamb fat] That is white fat, [takes the destroyed wellington dough] and what have you done to this? Wha-wha-what is that? So now, you've just fucked [knocks his hand on the workstation, and the word "me" was never heard] me!!

Yes, chef. Yes, chef. (interview) I feel like a dumbass, moron, idiot because I can cook better than that. It's just... It's embarrassing.

There you go. [tosses the tray on the floor] All of you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!

[leaves the kitchen] I'm so fucking pissed, it's not even funny. (interview) We suck. The way I look at it is, any time you get a service shut down, you suck.

(to Janet Evans & Mark Spitz) My apologies. In the last service, they were good. That’s what hurts.

You gotta fight for it!

Exactly.

After shutting down the blue kitchen...

Now I want to serve the chef table one lamb, one bass.

Chef Ramsay looks to the red team to deliver entrees to both chef's tables

Oh, come on. [returns to workstation] Stop. All of you, come here. What is that?

It's raw, chef. I just sliced into it.

Oh, really? I'd never guessed. So in front of (Misty May-Treanor and Jen Kessy) these ladies here, this is how we want to perform? Raw bass, overcooked bass. Raw lamb, what an embarrassment.

Sorry, Chef.

Why are you doing this to me? It's like being in a volleyball match and I'm the ball getting pounded.

(interview) I was just like, Oh, my God. It was bad.

Let me tell you something really important: SHUT IT DOWN.

After shutting down both kitchens...

I'd rather send something.

Oui, chef.

Chef Ramsay has Sous Chefs Scott and Andi make the entrées for the chef's tables. And after a disastrous dinner service, [both Red team and Blue team gather in the kitchen while Chef Ramsay is in front of them] Chef Ramsay sums up the evening with one word:

PATHETIC. So therefore, the winning team tonight is... NOBODY. Both teams, think of two individuals that could really make your team stronger... by exiting. [pause] Get out of here.

I have stepped up my game every service, every challenge, I've gotten better. If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.

Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?

Carrie, chef.

Jamie?

Elise, chef.

Krupa, who would you drop?

Elise as well.

Jennifer, who would you drop?

Elise.

Gina?

Elise, chef.

Natalie [transferred to blue team since previous episode], you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home: Elise or Carrie?

Elise, chef.

No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you: your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.

I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second, and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.

It's too late! [laughs]

I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31. I'm 26. I have so much to learn and so much more to give.

Are you done? [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise tearfully walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line.

Chino took his time in Hell's Kitchen very seriously. The problem is he seriously couldn't cook.

Who made this? Who made that risotto? The risotto's like soup. [returns to the workstation and pours the risotto into another pan] Krupa! The risotto is like soup. Soup, soup, soup, fucking soup!

(interview) Soupy risotto, what the fuck was wrong with me?

Come on, Krupa! I know you don't know the difference between veal and beef, but you must know the difference between soup and risotto!

[Prepares another risotto] Yes, chef. (interview) This sucks. I am better than this. [Brings risotto to the pass] Risotto.

[Checks the risotto] Krupa, cooked perfectly! [Krupa smiles while cooking another food] [to Andi] Okay, let's go. Service.

One fucked-up risotto after that no more.

[Sees Paul at the garnish section] Jonathon.

Yes, chef.

Why is Paul taking over the garnish?

He's helping me out, chef.

Helping you out or doing it?

I've a little bit- I'm having a little bit of trouble!

Oh, come on! (to Paul) Paul.

Yes, chef?

Come here, you.

[Approaches Gordon] Yes, chef!

"Help him out" has a big difference, but actually "taking over" I'm not going to let.

Yes, chef.

Do you understand?

Yes, chef! [returns to his previous section]

(to Jonathon) Will the garnish be ready, Jonathon?

Yes chef, it'll be ready!

Look at me, because if it's not, you can fuck off!

I'll have it ready, chef!

How long, Gina? [Gina doesn't respond] Talk to your team!

I'm re–I'm ready.

Can you slow it down? I need about a minute and a half on my pasta.

I'm good to go.

Slow it down a little bit. (interview) Gina seemed to be in a rush to try to get things done, but the pasta wasn't ready, so I kept on pushing it back and pushing it back.

I'm walking with the scallops.

Oh, are you? Everybody else ready?

Hold on. Hold, 15 seconds!

[walks to the pass while Krupa continues cooking pasta] Walking with my scallops!

Oh, fuck me.

(interview) It's frustrating that she's not listening to me. She was focused on the task that she was doing, but there was no communication.

Let's go, spaghetti!

Lobster spaghetti coming right now, chef.

You're not—you're not even working as a team yet. Hurry up, Krupa.

[brings the lobster spaghetti to the pass] Chef, lobster spaghetti.

Undercooked! [spits the spaghetti on his napkin] Fuck me. [returns to the workstation and throws his tongs away] Krupa! Taste that! Hurry up! [Krupa tastes the spaghetti] RAW!

I'll give you another one, chef. (interview) Gina definitely screwed me over - timing-wise - and I had no choice but to take it up like that and then take the blame for it.

Gina! Krupa! All I'm begging for is communication! Get it together! Start the table again!

Oh, my God! I'm so pissed off. I can't take it anymore. (returns to the workstation and throws tongs away) ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! AT MY FUCKING SIDE! [knocks his hand on the workstation] (to Elise) What's wrong with that?

It looks like shit.

There's no pasta! It looks like baby food out of a fucking tin! (to Krupa) IT'S DISGUSTING!! [slams the pan down]

Sorry, chef.

From a soupy risotto to fucking spaghetti drowned in sauce!

(interview) Right now, appetizers is sinking the whole ship.

(to Krupa) Hey, you, you! Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! I can't bear to look at you anymore! GET OUT!

Two cod, one lobster, one wellington!

Yes, chef.

(to Tommy) Three and half minutes, yes? On the two cod? The wellington? [Tommy doesn't respond]

Tommy!

Tommy, how long on the cod? You're driving!

TOMMY!

(interview) Tommy doesn't talk. He shuts down, he gets real quiet! And then he doesn't talk to Chef, and that's a sign of disrespect to Chef, so Chef gets even madder at him! (to Tommy) Tommy, how long?!

Tommy, you're keeping us all fucking waiting now!

I'm just going, chef. It's coming, I promise.

Yeah, then give me a fucking time!

Two minutes, yes?

No, give me five!

Oh, fucking hell.

I gotta redo that cod. (to Will) Can't put that out, right?

Fuck, man!

(to Monterray) Yeah, push it back. Five on that cod, guys. Five on that two cod. (interview) I'm being a leader for myself in Hell's Kitchen right now. I'm making sure things leaving my hands are perfect, and that's how I'll be noted.

Monterray! Hey, bozo! How can you keep on reheating your meat before it's overcooked?!

It's not, chef!

You don't know how to fucking do it!

It won't be, chef! It won't be!

Cod, sea bass, wellington, (New York) strip! I HOPE IT'S WORKING!

These are up for the cod. Can we plate this?

(to Monterray) Wellington!

[cuts into the wellington] Oh, my fucking God! [both halves of the wellington are raw in the center] Will, take a look at this. I don't think that's gonna pass.

If you don't think that's right, you need to let them know now.

Guys, I don't think it's right! Pull back!

Oh, fuck off! [slams spoon on workstation] Fuck off! (to Monterray) Come here, you!

That was me, chef.

I sent you four minutes ago! How can you continue cooking a wellington?!

I had two, chef. One was over and I still had one to send with the others, chef. And the other one was overcooked as well.

So they're both overcooked? [points at Tommy] You! Come here, you!

Yes, chef.

Last table was the cod, overcooked. Now it's the wellington. Let me communicate to both of you! FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!! Get out of here, both of you! PISS OFF! Get upstairs and fucking sit and high-five each other! GET OUT, TOMMY!

[walks to the pass with sea bass] It's hot, chef. Very hot.

Oh, stop - fuck off, will you? [separates the sea bass, sees that it's raw] Aaaahhhh. [returns to the workstation] All of you! Come here! Raw bass! [points at the bass] RAW, fucking bass!

(interview) Oh, my God. Like here it comes.

Anything to say now?!

No, chef.

Nothing at all? Anything to say?! Anybody? FUCK OFF! [smashes the bass as it splatters around the Red Team] (to Gina and Elise) Both of you, fuck off upstairs!

I've had enough! I am so pissed off, 'cause I can't see a leader anywhere! NO INSPIRATION! NO COMMUNICATION! ZERO! (to Red Team) YOU'RE GOING BACKWARDS!! Winning team? No such thing. Both the Blue team and Red team, get upstairs and come up with two individuals for each team that could really make your team stronger - by getting the hell out of here. (Brief pause) Fuck off!

They say good things come in small packages. But unfortunately in Gina's case, her talent matched her size: Tiny.

Alright, can we have a team meeting for five seconds?

This cake's gonna look like shit, and it's not funny.

Who's laughing? Stop saying that like no one's taking it seriously! (interview) Carrie got a big mouth as always. If she wanna try and get in my face with it, she better back down.

I wasn't saying that I was making a joke!

That's exactly what you said!

No!

You said, "No one's laughing either!" Like, that to other people, makes them feel as though they're not taking it serious.

Okay, I'm not trying to make anyone feel inferior.

I'm just telling you what you said.

Elise, can I please talk for fucking once?!

You don't make me feel inferior. I just don't like how you try to act like no one else around you is taking it seriously.

(interview, impersonates Elise talking) "Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, Carrie! Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!"

You're a trifling-fuck bitch.

Are you kidding me?

I'm about to show you, bitch!

You don't have to yell at me! I'm right here!

You better get out of my face!

Goddammit, Elise.

Know that! You get up out of my face!

Where's the cake? Please? (to Scott) Scott, we are all order the special cake, right?

Yes.

Very good. Excellent. What on earth? [finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made] Holy crap. Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess.

We thought it looked like sand.

[laughs] Yeah chef.

Look at it! It's like a big Mexican sombrero gone wrong with someone shat on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you seen this disaster?

[raises his right arm] Olé!

Yeah. Let me tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. [brings the cake and hands it over to Sous-chef Scott] Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind putting it over there? Thank you.