Hell's Kitchen quotes

Paul?

Yes, chef.

[returns to workstation & touches on the center of the snapper as Paul approaches Gordon] It's cold in the centre and it's fucking raw.

I'll re-fire chef.

I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! It's our first table! [smashes the snapper] I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! NOT TONIGHT!

Yes, chef!

Carrie! Look at me. LOOK AT ME!

Yes, chef.

You're adding the old rice into the fresh rice, just reheating it. I'm watching whatever you're doing.

[responds hesitantly] No, I did a- some- oh- yes- I'll start over right now.

So -

[Interrupts Gordon] (to Carrie) Drop that pan and start over!

She wants to cut corners! (to Elise) And you wonder why I'm pissed off?

No, chef. (interview) That's pretty stupid. My mind was blowing, I was like: "Well, Chef Ramsay sees it from who she (Carrie) is, the weakest of the team".

(to Carrie) I know the name of your restaurant: "Chez Leftovers".

Yes, chef.

While Carrie starts from square one on her rice, Chef Ramsay...

[asks for snapper] Snapper, please.

...is waiting on Paul...

Where's the snapper?

...once again.

Yes chef, I'm pushing it right now.

It's fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you! [angrily throws his spoon away] I'm- I'm struggling! The fish is fucking RAW! [knocks the workstation] IT'S THE SECOND TIME! And it's the committee's table! You can't do that to me!

Yes, chef.

(interview) Paul's crashing and burning on the fish station like a Titanic, you know? It's fucking going down.

(to Paul) YOU, OFF FISH!

[angrily slams his towel] Fuck!

Jonathon, Monterray! On the fish!

(interview) I'm like, "okay." (to Jonathon) Come on. Let's go, let's go.

Get a grip, guys!

Four to five minutes.

Jesus Christ.

Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to put it together!

Two minutes.

Two minutes chef.

Not bad.

Don't yell. You did do what you got.

No, no, no, no.

Just what you got to do.

(interview) Chef Ramsay throws me on fish station, so I do what I can. And Jonathon's sittin' back and I'm like, "Dude! What the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please! Like, what is wrong with you?"

What the fuck is Jonathon doing?

I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.

(interview) Jonathon's sitting in the corner like some stray dog with his tail between his legs.

If anybody needs anything, just holler at me, okay?

(interview) So I guess I'm by myself, I have to step up and I'm like, more capable of doing this job.

Where is the snapper?

[Brings the snapper to the pass] Right here, chef.

It's raw. All of you, come here.

What the fuck happened?

Just touch that. [touches the top of snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it. Touch it. [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare- I am so pissed off! I can't take it anymore. I've had-I've had enough!

Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.

He (Paul) screws me, you (Monterray) walk away.

Sorry, chef.

Where's your respect? Get out! Fuck off!

Ugh.

Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?

Piss off!

Fuck!

Paul, that was one of the worst dinner services I’ve ever witnessed.

I’m sick to my stomach for what happened tonight. I ruined somebody’s 20-year anniversary that they’ll never get back. I feel that I’m not done, chef. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I really, really don’t want to go.

I’m unconvinced. You disintegrated! You backed up the entire dining room!

I know, chef. I had the worst service of my life! I am so disappointed in myself, that I’m literally cringing–cringing of watching you at the pass, and I’m shitting on you every fucking table, 'cause I couldn’t get my shit together! I don’t want that to ever happen again, and I have enough determination to ensure it WON’T fucking happen again! That’s why I still want to be here, because MY FIRE ISN’T OUT!

Paul.

Yes, chef.

Back in line.

Thank you, chef.

It was high school reunion night in Hell's Kitchen. Unfortunately, for Monterray, he flunked the test.

Blue Team, I've got an amazing day. Do you like speed?

Meth or coke?[the contestants laugh]

Oh, my God! [Gordon slaps himself]

Only kidding! I'm only kidding!

[to Natalie] Switch spots with me, please. [he and Natalie do so]

You're going to make me stand next to him (Tommy)?

Elise!

Yes, chef.

Salad!

[runs to pass] Sorry to keep you waiting.

[checks salad before returning to workstation] Come here! All of you, come here! Hey, look. Look. [pours water out of salad bowl] That's the state of where we are now. [drops bowl]

(interview) I did tell her right before dinner service, I was like, "Elise, you need to drain that salad." [flashback of Carrie telling Elise to drain the salad] As always, she never listens.

(to Elise) Look at me. Why is it in the water?

I... I didn't touch the station. Carrie touched the station. It's in water, I'm gonna drain it.

It's supposed to be drained before we start, and I did ask you to do that.

I didn't—

(to Elise) What section are you on?!

I am on appetizers, chef!

Right, so who's responsible for draining the fucking salad?!

I am, chef! I'm sorry, chef, I'm draining it now!

As usual. It wasn't drained for me.

Wellington, New York!

I have the wellington and the New York ready. I'm cutting it right now. [gasps after seeing the center of the cut wellington] Oh, this one's gonna be overcooked. Shit!

Oh, my God. Holy fuck, this is not real. Everything's fucked! [looks at wellingtons on Krupa's station] Oh, come on. Red team, stop! Everything's overcooked!

(interview) Krupa was cooking all the meat wrong. She was a nightmare.

(to Krupa) What are you doing?!

I don't know, chef. (interview) I honestly don't know what happened. There's no reason. (sighs; to Gordon) I'm frazzled, chef. I'm sorry.

You're telling me? Krupa, do you wanna go home?

No, chef.

Let's go!

How long on the bass?

Three and a half minutes. (interview) I've never cooked sea bass here before, but it's just like any other piece of fish, and you know, I've already messed up once, you know. I don't plan on doing it again.

(to Jonathon) How long do you need?

Go ahead. I'm fixing to cut two wellingtons.

(brings the sea bass to the pass) Behind.

This wellington's overdone. Yep, here it is, baby. (interview) I'm almost to the point of panic. Tommy prepped my wellingtons like big balls of shit. What am I supposed to do? (in the kitchen) That's a little bitty motherfucker right there. Probably to get my ass handed to me on that one. Yep. (brings the wellington to pass) Here.

Oh, fuck me. (returns the sea bass and wellington to the workstation) All of you, come here!

[moans] (interview) Chef Ramsay's about to fucking kill my ass.

One, I don't know what the fuck that is. [grabs a wellington]

It's a little one, that's my fault, Chef. It won't happen again. It's a fucking little bit overcooked because of the size. I realize that. It won't happen again, I promise.

Just like that?... [throws a spoon on a workstation] (brief pause) (Natalie) And you? It's raw in the center. Raw. And you're a talented cook! (Natalie goes silent to give her response)

Chef, I've got some more wellingtons.

(calling Jonathon and Natalie out of the kitchen) You and you... fuck off! Get out!

For crying out, man, I'm so sick of this bullshit, man.

Hey, hold on. Take that shit with you.

I'm done. I'm quit.

JONATHON! COME HERE, YOU!

You can kiss my ass.

JONATHON! I'd respect you more if you told me BEFORE you brought it to me! (brief pause) A-anything to say?!

It won't happen again.

DON'T FUCKING DARE BRING ME THAT SHIT!

Yes, chef. Won't happen again.

Fuck off!

(to Red Team) Table 31, look at me! The appetizers now, U.S. Coast Guard, yeah? Show them some respect.

Yes, chef.

Let's go.

Jennifer, a minute out?

Yeah, one minute out. We're walking in thirty seconds.

Good. Wow, drive it, Jamie.

Yes, chef! (interview) We have really solid cooks on our team.

(to Carrie) How long on the pizza, Carrie?

How long does it take? About two minutes?

(interview) I mean, with the exception of Carrie.

(to Carrie) What is it with you and pizza?!

I know, chef. I can do this, chef.

There's a pizza on the next table...

Yes, chef.

...and it's not even rolled out.

Rolling it right now, chef.

(interview) Carrie is just so, like, frazzled in her head that she's not even thinking straight, and can't see in front of her.

(to Carrie) Look at me. That's already fucked. [holds up thin pizza dough] When you roll it looking like a pair of fucking knickers... [Elise shakes her head]

I'll start a new one, chef.

Jesus Christ. [throws dough on workstation]

Capellini, chef.

[after examining the capellini] Fuck me. [returns to workstation] Over my fucking dead body! All of you, come here. Where's your spoons? (to Natalie) Just taste that! Taste it! I swear to God, it's like food from a kindergarten! I've tasted better canned spaghetti! And this is the U.S. Coast Guard! (to Paul) You! Show them how to do a lobster capellini!:

Yes, chef!

If it doesn't sink in, THEY'RE OUT!! I don't care, they're gone!

Jonathon, come here. I want a word with you.

(interview) The pain is starting to get to me. I thought I could push through dinner service, man. But it's–it's gradually getting worse.

[follows Jonathon into the pantry] What's happening?

Honestly, chef...

What's happening? Look at me straight in the eyes! What's happening? Come on!

Uh...

Give it to me!

My mobility's a little limited. I didn't want to give up on the team or be a bitch or give up. So I'm in here doing the best I can.

It doesn't stop you using your brain! I've had a young man in here two years ago that broke his fucking arm! [referring to Dave, who won season 6] He went on to win the fucking competition!

Yes, chef.

If you've given up, GET OUT!

I'm not giving up!

WELL, FUCKING FIGHT BACK!

I am fighting, chef!

THEN STOP SENDING ME SHIT!

Yes, chef!

New York strip, wellington. Where are we?

How long, Tommy?

Anybody helping him or what?

Hold on, I got it! I got it!

You gotta cut those too, man!

Hold on. I got a rhythm going.

Oh, fuck me. You three.

Cut it and bring them up.

Bring it up!

What's this one, normal or medium? Is that medium?

Tommy, which one's well?

I don't know which one's well!

Medium or well?

(interview) Tommy can cook, but Tommy doesn't communicate. Tommy's in his own fucking world.

Tommy, what's this one?

Where's the two medium? (to Tommy) Stop. Leave me alone. Leave me alone, Tommy.

That's the medium rare, chef.

Leave me alone. My fucking head hurts.

The last two are medium.

[to Blue Team] All of you. All of you, just touch that. Just touch that! Where's the two medium?

Here, chef. And that is the medium rare.

Oh, the cold one? (to Tommy) You made me look like a fucking arsehole in front of Wolfgang Puck today! Now, that's... that's hot, that's lukewarm, and that's cold. Are you done?

No, no, no!

Yeah, I'm done with you!

Tommy, heat them up! Get them back to the fucking pass!

How long?!

HOW LONG?!

Three minutes, chef.

You have another wellington you can use, or do I need to put this one in?

WHY CAN'T WE JUST FUCKING REHEAT THEM?! [slams fist on workstation]

IT'S FALLING APART! IT LOOKS LIKE SHIT, I'M NOT SENDING IT OUT LIKE THAT!

Hey! Hey, hey, look at me! Hey, hello? [calls the attention of the blue team by knocking the workstation twice] He's (Tommy) cooking the seabass, what the fuck is he doing?!

Come on, Tommy! Tommy, are you serious?

Come here you! Hey, come here! He's cooking the fucking entrée [knocks his hand on the workstation] before we get to the fucking appetisers!

(interview) I got a little ahead of myself, I was on Speed Racer Mode. Started to get a little racy in the brain. I'm doing everything a hair early.

So he's cooking the sea bass now! For the third table, we haven't even sent the appetiser!

Okay, I'm rushing it.

Rushing it? Do me a favour. Fuck off outside, get a big, deep breath of fresh air. Piss off! Go on. Outside. Outside! Hey, look at me, fuck off! What a fucking muppet! (After Gordon kicks Tommy out for his fresh air) Romantic dinner? More like a fucked-up dinner!