[Dana and Kimmie are about to bring their entrées to the pass]
Are you putting these all in one thing?
Yeah. [puts her meat into Dana's tray of fish; Dana brings them to the pass]
Look, hey look. Fish and meat on the same tray. Meat dripping into the fish, fish dripping into the meat.
(interview) I said to her, "where do you want me to put these. To all in this one tray?" She's like, "yeah, sure. Put it on that tray."
Who put that on there? That's disgusting. Who done that?
(interview) I'm waiting on Dana to say she did it because that bitch did it!
How can you put that onto one fucking tray? [throws his spoon away]
(interview) I think Kimmie need to grow some balls. It's your station, man up!
Who put that on there? Was it a ghost? Somebody tell me what is happening! Fucking idiots!
Fucking tray! [throws his spoon away]
(interview) Dana fucking put that shit on there. I said, "I did it," to Chef Ramsay because it was my station, but it was her fault.
Move! [shoves Christina Wilson away]
I got it! Move! Get off my station!
Now we're dragging the New York strip.
(interview) I was fucking pissed that I'm getting in trouble for something somebody else did. [to Robyn about the tray mishap] You know I didn't put that shit on there, right? [Robyn nods] Alright, just checking.
Dana, did you put that on there?
Nope. I asked her specifically, did you want–
No, you put it on there, alright!
Who the fuck cares?! Just finish the fucking food and shut the fuck up! I don't WANNA hear it!
[to Dana] Just stay over there and off my shit. Fucking nasty bitch, dude.
(interview) Kimmie, like, for a big girl is a big baby. That's what she is. You know, I don't need to deal with that shit. If I'm trying to help you, that's bullshit!
[Gordon checks on pork brought up by Danielle]
Yeah, come here! The ultimate insult. Raw pork! Not pink, not slightly undercooked, fucking RAW! [smashes the pork] SHIT! [throws his spoon across the workstation]
(interview) He was pissed! I felt really bad for the pig. The pig didn't do it, it was Danielle.
And in the Red Kitchen...
Danielle is looking to redeem herself with her second attempt at the pork.
[Danielle brings up the pork]
I think it's good. If it's not, I'm going to freak out.
[Gordon starts to cut into the pork.]
Oh shit! Danielle, he's cutting it. So just get another one going...
[Danielle gapes in horror]
Dani, get the pan hot. Right now!
He's coming back! It's raw!
Dani, get another pork working right now. Now!
[Gordon turns around with the tray of pork]
Hey! Just STOP! Raw pork again. Pink and bloody in the middle. I give up. (to Danielle) And one more thing. GET OUT!
Fucking ready right here, here! Sorry, Chef, I apologize. Sure that was done?
Don't put out the pork, it's not cooked, don't put out the pork, it's not cooked.
[Gordon slices Justin's served pork]
Don't - put - out - the - pork - it's - not - cooked.
[Gordon checks on pork brought up by Justin; finds that it's raw and returns the tray to the workstation]
(to Clemenza and Justin) Hey, both of you come here! (knocks the workstation)
(to Justin) I said it wasn't done.
(shows the raw pork) That is it. GET OUT!
Yes, chef. (to Justin) I said it wasn't done.
(interview) I just told you the pork's not cooked five motherfuckin' times!
(interview) How dumb can you fucking be?!
The total number of chefs in the dorms is now up to five and in the red kitchen, Barbie is taking special precautions to make sure she isn't joining them.
[Barbie uses her meat thermometer in her chicken breast]
Hey you, come here you. Give me that. The day we need, look at me, a thermometer. The day we need that to cook a breast of chicken! You, GET OUT!
(interview) I don't know why she can't cook chicken, I really don't. Cooking a breast of chicken is about as easy as taking a shit. Anybody can do that. Are you that dumb?
[Tiffany brings her mashed potatoes to the pass, Gordon checks it; finds that it's burnt]
Look at me. Seriously, I've had enough. [slams the pan on the workstation] Shit burned mash. Get out. Get out! I swear to God, I don't give a fuck if the whole team goes home tonight, I - don't - care!
(interview) Chef Ramsay's been on like a kicking out spree right now. I'm scared shitless right now, I'm not going to lie!
(to Royce) Hey, chef. Shit chef, come here. Burnt bits of crispy skin. Eat that. [Royce tastes the burnt chicken skin] How did that taste?
GET OUT! Hey, I'm done! You're over your head! [claps angrily] GET OUT OF HERE.
[Royce heads back to dorms, leaving just Brian and Roshni in the Blue kitchen]
(interview) All of a sudden, it's just me and Roshe. Holy shhhiiittt!
I don't give a fuck if I finish this table on my own with Scott. I don't care anymore.
(interview) We are screwed, big time.
S10 E6Episode Six
[Kimmie is still upset at Robyn for not taking her advice during the fashion challenge]
Stupid bitch. (interview) I'm still fucking pissed. I don't even wanna look at Robyn. She makes me sick, so I'm trying to put this nasty bitch in the back of my head.
[The red team returns to the dorms]
(to Barbie and Dana) I'm annoyed that she (Kimmie) blamed it all on me. (interview) Kimmie got pissed off, and she told Chef Ramsay I said, "No," to everything, and I'm like... "I didn't say no to everything." (to Tiffany) THAT'S WHAT I'M PISSED OFF ABOUT!
(interview) Somebody as big as Kimmie should be able to stand up for herself. I think the people on the red team don't respect her, and we have good reason!
I didn't call her out up there!
I didn't say that! You're gonna fucking call me out like that?! That shows your character now! (interview) Kimmie never takes fault for anything! I've been nothing but helping this girl out since the fucking beginning.
We will not make any progress with her. The only thing that we're gonna do is put ourselves even further behind. (interview) Kimmie's usefulness is running thin with the red team.
I can't push someone who doesn't want to be pushed!
(interview) Nobody's really talking about the fact that I fried the fucking eggplant, so thank God for that.
[Kimmie walks upstairs]
Somehow she just keeps fucking skating by.
I don't give a fuck how tall you are, how big you are! Do not step up to me like that!
It's ridiculous! We need to fucking talk about it!
(interview) The red team's breaking down from the inside out, and it's–it is not good. Even the two (Robyn and Kimmie) that were ride or die with each other are not even in the same room.
[gets into bed] I got crazy bitches on my team.
Minutes before Hell's Kitchen opens for its ever first fashion night, the red team...
Hey, ladies. Once that last model has walked off the catwalk, [claps] bang! We go!
...is standing by, ready for action.
Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen...
...Clemenza on the fish station is waiting for no one.
[Clemenza starts cooking scallops before service begins]
STOP! Clemenza! What are you doing?!
We're not even open yet! Why is he cooking the scallops?! Oh God, Clemenza. How many portions of scallops have we wasted?
(interview) Clemenza, what the fuck are you doing?
Clemenza, I am fucking pissed off!!
(interview) Oh, my God. Someone's leaving right now.
ARE YOU READY TO GO HOME?!
What are you doing?! Nothing gets sent until the first catwalk! (to Roshni) You knew that, right?!
(to Guy) Did you know that?!
So why is he (Clemenza) cooking the scallops?! [pause] Clemenza, talk to ME!
I made a mistake, chef. It won't happen again.
(interview) I just start firing the scallops like an idiot, and people that knew staring at me. No one says a fucking word.
How many portions of scallops have we wasted?!
GGuy
(interview) Clemenza, come on! He needs to pay attention to what the fuck is going on in that kitchen!
GGuy
[walks to the pass] Coming up!
Over-fucking-cooked. (returns to workstation) Stop!! All of you, come here! Look, now we've gone overcooked to fuck! Horribly-done, grainy rubber. [hands scallop to Clemenza] Feel that, feel it! Just cooked to fuck! Who cooked them?
Guy! I'd rather you do it with control than try to rush them and create that mess!
(interview) Oh my God. We're done!
Clemenza! CLEMENZA!! Scallops, please! I'm running out of time! [still no response from Clemenza]
(interview) Guy just fumbled on the scallops, and I'm watching Clemenza go down like a body in the East River.
(to Guy) Get that scallop perfect, Guy. Come on, brother.
(interview) It's scallops! I mean, it's scallops!
Jesus Christ. Royce, get out there and tell them we need an extra five minutes. Hurry up!
[The swimsuit competition of the fashion show begins]
(presents the second presentation) The swimwear designs of Amanda Ché.
[Shows the faces of models in swimsuits as the blue team gets distracted in the prep during the service]
Oh, fuck my ass! (interview) Holy fuck! That is sexy!
[Shows more models walking the runway; Patrick attempts an interview but smirks his eyes wide open]
How the fuck am I supposed to cook with that going on?
GGuy
[he begins to stare with models] That's what we're gonna deal with? (to himself) I fucked up, don't look. (interview) So, there's a few boobies and stuff like that running around. I see those models, but they're not gonna distract me. I'm focused.
Get those beef in the pan and get them seared!
GGuy
(interview) My head is in the steaks.
[Guy begins dreaming with those models]
Guy, focus! Guy! Guy! Pan is on fire! Fuck! You're fucking charring now! Look at what are you fuck doing here? It's a filet steak. Hardly any flat, so it needs to be doing beautifully cook with control.
(interview) All Guy had to do was to sear off the beef, and then finish it in the oven, and let them rest. So, it seems very simple and basic, yet he was having a hard time doing that. He tuned out.
Show's almost over, can we get a grip? WAKE UP! (to guy) Wake up, you, yeah?
PGPatrick and Guy
Yes, chef.
[to blue team] Swordfish!
Fish, right now! Right now!
[brings fish to the pass] Chef, this is hot.
Yeah, I hope it's fucking hot. It's a kitchen, you doughnut. [the swordfish sticks to the tray as he tries to plate it] Oh, guys! Hey! What is this, a fucking... Hey! [bangs tray on workstation; the swordfish falls off] What–what is that? Rubber, overcooked.
One more swordfish! Yeah, yeah, I got it. I got it.
(interview) This is Clemenza's dish on the menu and it's hard for him to execute this dish.
Clemenza: I got it, I got it!
Roshni: (interview) He's just screwing up really bad today!
I'm dying for a swordfish!
One swordfish, right here. [looks around the kitchen] I need a plate for the pass, please! Anybody, somebody!
(interview) Clemenza's like a lost cat sometimes. He's just, "doo-doo-doo, doo-doo!" Like, I don't get it!
(to Clemenza) Right here, right here! I got it.
Go, go, go! (interview) I get frazzled, everybody gets fucking frazzled! But, you know what, I got it!
[Robyn has run out of beef and is trying to get someone to get some more from the Blue kitchen.]
Someone go get me another fucking beef, please.
(interview) Fuck no! I'm not going over to the Blue kitchen and getting my ass reamed!
(interview) So all these fucking girls on my team talk up the talk but they don't back it up! Get your fucking finger out of your ass and stop being fucking scared!
Christina! I need more beef!
(interview) You are so going to notice a Red jacket in the Blue kitchen, it's not even funny...
[Christina enters the Blue kitchen, unnoticed]
(interview) I was looking, and I'm looking and I started to go in...
(to the blue team) Let's go!
(interview) And then, here comes Chef Ramsay. And I was all like "Fuck this!"
[Christina quickly leaves the Blue kitchen]
[After the successful dinner service, Gordon has discovered the swordfish was left on a tray]
What is all that - oh fuck me! (Calls the Blue Team; as they lost the service) Stop, stop, ALL OF YOU!
(interview) Shit man, now what!
Who cooked this? (to Clemenza) Clemenza, come here you! What the fuck have you done?
(interview) Oh, no, no, no. (moans)
(to Royce) Royce, come here you!
[puts out all of the leftover of swordfish into the workstation] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. Why did you cook so much?
I called them into 18 that can make four more.
That's not four more, its 11 more!
(to Royce) You told him (Clemenza), 18?
No. That I told him sixteen plus one.
Okay, seventeen. (interview) I say what the fuck is sixteen plus one? You called fucking seventeen, you jerkoff!
