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[Gordon checks on cod brought up by Briana]
I got a half portion of fucking cod. Where's the other half gone?
Yeah.
Stop, all of you! [raises a piece of cod] That's barely a portion and where's that going?
Fuck!
Ugh! I didn't realize they shrink down that much, chef.
It's a bit like your brain. Not only it has shrunk, but it has disappeared! Can I have two New York strip and two full portions of cod?!
Yes, chef!
[Clemenza has found out that he has ran out of wellingtons for the US Marines table]
US Marines, how long?
(interview) I'm in trouble. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I don't have anymore.
Say that again?
Chef, I don't have anymore.
Hey, fucking baby rhino screws the Marines! IT'S PATHETIC!! IT'S THE US MARINES! (to Clemenza) Hey, let's go you. Your fucking mess, you get yourself out of it. (to James) I know it's going to look embarrassing, fucking take him to the Marines.
Yes, chef.
[Gordon checks on cod and wellingtons brought up by Brianna and Kimmie, but he has had enough with the Red team]
Oh, Jesus. (on the cod) Burned underneath. (on the wellingtons) I got a raw meat here. [returns to the workstation] Who cooked the wellington?
I did, chef.
Kimmie? I got one sort of rare and one sort of looking weird. [slams the wellingtons on the workstation] Look at that.
Fuck me, dude!
And here's the big insult: [holds a piece of burnt cod] Boiled one side and black the next. For over two hours, it’s been a nightmare. Pathetic!
(interview) Chef's definitely about to explode. [imitates a plane losing altitude and crashing down]
You'll never, ever get entrées out like this, ever! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 of you [except Tiffany, who was assigned waiter]. Fuck off out of here! Get out! Out! And one more thing! GET OUT!
Tonight, Briana had a battle with the cod, and the cod won. And that's why her time in Hell's Kitchen was a short one.
[After Clemenza present lampchop dish from team challenge]
The lamb chop looks like Steven Tyler's earlobe.
[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Danielle]
Hey, [returns to the workstation] all of you, come here. Taste that, yeah? Just fucking taste that. How does that taste?
Undercooked and not seasoned.
(to Christina) How does that, you? Tell me.
I just spit it out chef.
Oh, really?
It was undercooked chef. Sorry.
So you're rushing and cooking bland food! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Come on, Danielle!
It's coming chef.
[Gordon checks on cod brought up by Brian]
Cod's raw. BRIAN! Hey you, Bozo come here! Cod is raw. Fucking cat food. [gets a piece of cod, then throws it on the workstation] Fuck off will you?!
[knocks his hand on the workstation] Fuck me!
(to Brian) Hey, hello chef! Wha-what is that? [tosses a small piece of cod to him]
Get another one in the pan guys.
Three cod, two lamb. How long?
One minute chef.
You need help?
I got it. (interview) I just can't seem to cook fish. I just can't seem to do it tonight!
Three cod, two lamb. What are we waiting on?
The cod chef.
Oh, come on. Check if that's cooked Justin.
Oui chef.
What's going on?
That's burnt.
Fuck. I burned my goddamn fish.
Oh, my God.
Three cod, two lamb. How long?
I have one cod left chef.
You ran out of cod?
Yes, chef.
What? Hey you, what in the fuck are you doing?!
It's an hour and fifteen minutes into dinner service and neither kitchen has sent out an entrée.
James?
[enters the blue kitchen] Yes, chef?
We ran out of cod. Can we serve the sea bass?
Yes, chef. [exits the kitchen]
Let's go. Three bass, two lamb.
Yes, chef. Coming right now, baby.
Hey! "It's coming, baby"??
Sorry, chef.
You COOK like a fucking baby!
Won't happen again, chef.
GET OUT! [slams his hand on the table]
Yes, chef. [bangs his hand on side of the oven as he exits] FUCK!
What's the matter with that jerk?!
[throws his apron in the dorms] Come on, man!
I'll take it from here.
[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Roshni]
Oh, fuck me. It's still stone-cold. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here.
(whispering) No, no, no, no.
This far into service, look. It's fucking raw! (to Roshni) You, get out!
Chef, please no! Can I get one more--
Get out! GET OUT!! PISS OFF!! Can someone put that one back in the oven?
But, I have a fresh one!
GET OUT!
Come on, Donald! Let's go!
One minute, chef.
One minute.
(interview) One minute, I'm going up.
You've got to be kidding me.
(interview) One minute!!
One minute on that steak, chef.
Donald!!
One minute, chef.
Three minutes ago, you said one minute, yeah?
Yeah, I'm right there. One minute!
What's going on? You're shouting "one minute" just like a fucking idiot!
Uhm... Like a minute and a half.
Oh, my God. Fucking hell! Come on, Donald!
Yes, chef! Coming up. [delivers his meat to the pass] Sorry, chef.
Jesus Christ!! [checks the steak] What the fuck? Oh, my God! [returns to the workstation] Yeah, stop, STOP!! [Don groans] You keep me waiting and they arrive in the window, medium-well. And you're telling me one minute, I came back four minutes later it's still one minute.
Fuck.
Get out! Fuck off!
[After Robyn served an undercooked garnish; Gordon returns it to the workstation]
What is that? It's not even hot. [Calls the teams] All of you, come here! Just taste that for me. ALL OF YOU, TASTE THAT! TASTE THE FUCKING GARLIC ON THERE. WHO SEASONED THAT?
Sorry chef--
Hey, madam! Your mouth is exploded from the garlic.
I understand that, chef.
After that, stone-cold sauce, who set the sauce?
Ummm, I did.
STOP! (calls Robyn and Danielle to kick out of the kitchen) BOTH OF YOU FUCK OFF!!! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT OF MY SIGHT! GET OUT!
For some reason, both Royce and Justin are cooking fish.
Two bass! Let's go!
Oui, Chef! One minute!
One minute!
Hey, who's cooking the bass?
Right here, chef.
I am, chef.
I got your bass.
I have my hands for this order.
I got two more.
Oh my GOD! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!
No.
You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not ONE of you are fucking communicating, both of you FUCK off out of here!
Fucking hell...
Fuck off! [throws towel at Justin as he walks out]
[After service, Gordon addresses both teams]
Tonight, it was painful just watching you disintegrate. It was like having a root canal and passing a kidney stone at the same fucking time! The losing team has to be... both teams. All of you, go back to the dorms, and come up with two individuals from each team that you want to send home. Now fuck off out of here, will you?
Everyone in Hell's Kitchen starts at the bottom. Unfortunately, Don stayed there.
[Gordon prepares to open Hell's Kitchen for Mexican Night.]
Let's go. Uh, James...
[James is wearing an enormous Sombrero.]
What the fuck are you wearing?
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