Hell's Kitchen quotes

Okay, Danielle, Jessica step forward please. You know what? There's one more chef I'd like to hear from.

With their dinner service loss, the Red team was forced to nominate two chefs for elimination. They put up Danielle and Jessica, but Chef Ramsay has his eye on a third.

Because she could've killed someone tonight: (points to Jacqueline) Jacqueline! Get your arse up here. I mean honestly? Miss Pink Chicken? Unacceptable!

Ladies, you are not the same outfit that opened this competition, let me tell you. (members of the Blue team that won the night's service exchange smiles and grins amongst each other) If you think what you've been through is challenging so far... I... I'm going to turn up the heat. Because I need to start separating the chefs, from the cooks. Got it?

Yes, chef!

Piss off!

Every dinner service, Danielle looked like a deer in the headlights, and that's why she ended up as dead meat.

Hey, hello!

I've cut them right now, chef.

(gets Nedra's plate of eggs benedict) Stop Nedra, stop. [brings the eggs benedict to the workstation] Stop! LADIES! (gets a piece of muffin) Look, soggy. (to Nedra) Why are using the soggy ones when you've got toasted behind you?

Yes, chef.

No, not "Yes, chef!" Why are you using the soggy ones?!

I didn't know the were soggy, chef.

Visually you don't know that's not toasted?

I didn't see it when they went down chef. But I have another one coming. [Gordon throws the muffin away on the plate]

Let's go, guys. Let's bounce back.

Hey, all of you, come here! ALL OF YOU!

Yes, chef?

Some disgusting pig brought me the sample scrambled eggs. The sample scrambled eggs that I cooked an hour ago. [flashback to where Sous-chef Andi telling both teams to study the sample plates] These guests, they save lives on a daily basis and you want to serve that? JEREMY, DAN! YOU'LL FUCKING KILL SOMEONE WITH THAT!! (tosses the plate on the workstation)

It's early morning and Hell's Kitchen has opened its doors to serve breakfast to a group of much-deserving doctors, nurses and ENTs.

(to Jeremy) You pick that motherfucker up.

Take that garnish back.

Work it again! Let's go!

Fuck off, guys.

(calls the Blue team) All of you, come here! Taste that. I want you to taste that scrambled egg! Taste it!

Some seasoning, guys! Little salt and pepper!

Who made that?

I did, chef. I put salt and pepper in chef.

You-- [throws his spoon away on the workstation] I mean, SERIOUSLY?! THEY'RE PARAMEDICS!

I got them, chef.

I think you need a doctor right now! [knocks his hand on the workstation]

Two more salmon coming right up.

Hey, Blue team!

(to the Blue team) Chef, pay attention!

On order, four covers Table 23! (finds that the ticket was badly written) I mean, fuck me. (shows the ticket to the Blue team) Hey, look at the way he wrote that ticket. Look at how badly that's written out! Barret!

What happened?

Rewrite the ti-- Where's Jean-Philippe? Jean-Philippe, what is that?

Come on.

Oh, fuck off! (tears up the ticket) Hey JP, take him (Barret) and yourself back to fucking Belgium!

Thanks!

Fuck right off! Fuck off!

It's undercooked, the rice. Wow, fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Hey, the rice is undercooked! The rice is undercooked!

That's not ready yet, guys.

Start again!

Yes, chef.

Come on! (to Jessica at the pass) What are you waiting on?

[Table] 34, chef.

Yeah, fuck-- come in here. Come in here! [Jessica enters the Red kitchen] How long have you been waiting?

20-30 minutes chef.

Yeah, you've been actually waiting 32 minutes. Tell your fucking team!

(to the Red team) Let's go, guys! Table 34!

Why are you laughing?

I'm not. I'm sorry, chef. [Gordon throws his spoon away on the workstation]

(to the Red team) Hey, all of you stop! Come here, fucking all of you! (to Jessica) You think this is a joke.

No, chef. I don't.

(to the Red team) We're dying for Table 34's fucking appetizers (to Jessica) and you're coming in to laugh at (points to Susan) her. What's funny?

Nothing, chef.

Do you want to go?

No, chef. I don't.

Can you tell your team to hurry up?

(to the Red team) Let's go, team!

I'm ready!

(to Jessica) Hey, it's sounds so funny, isn't it?

No, chef.

While Nedra begs forgiveness in the dining room, back in the Blue kitchen,

Where is the fucking halibut?!

Coming up chef.

Come on, guys! Push it!

(to Ray) Let's go, come on. Get those up.

Ray hurries to deliver his third attempt at the same order of fish.

WHERE IS IT?

(to Dan) Bring that up.

Got it right here, chef. [brings Ray's halibut to the pass]

Come on, come on. Go with that, good job.

Please be cooked. For the love of God, be cooked.

[checks Ray's halibut] Wellington's beautifully cooked, pork's beautifully cooked.

Thank you, chef.

But I have a problem. [returns to the workstation] I have a big fucking problem—YES, I DO!! [angrily knocks his hand on the workstation] MERDE!

Fuck me!

THIS IS RAW!

Oh, my God!

Oh, fuck me!

THIS IS RAW!

(interview) Not again! Dammit, this can't be happening! (to Ray) Come on, Ray!

IT'S JUST RAW! [angrily knocks his hand on the workstation]

(to Ray) Get three more going. Get three more going. Put them in the oven.

IT'S FUCKED!

(interview) We're going down in flames! Titanic ain't got SHIT on us!

I'M DONE! (points to every member of the Blue team) You, you, you, you, you, you, GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

(interview) I was doing good, dammit.

Did I not say that we're done? I will let you fucking know when you fucking keep leaving in it. (interview) Dan, just leave it alone. I had it fucking perfect.

(Storms into the blue team's dorm with raw halibut) Hey, where are you guys?

Right here, Chef.

I spent 18 hours with you guys today, I give you everything I got, and that's the bullshit you're going to give me in front of Chef Ramsay? Make me look like a dickhead in front of a dining room full of people! I'm beside myself right now with that! I can't look at you guys anymore.

That's raw. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away; shows the raw pork to the Red team)

Oh, my fucking God!

COME HERE, ALL OF YOU!

God.

Yeah, kept me waiting 28 minutes for raw pork. (points to every member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, you, you, you, (slams the tray on the workstation) GET OUT! DISASTER! GET OUT!

Stay there. Stay there. We're not done yet. Sous chefs and I are still cooking in there. There's no winning team, you both lost. Think of two individuals from each team that you want rid of. Fuck off upstairs. (returns to the kitchen) Unbelievable.

All four of you are now on probation. Go, back in line!

Thank you Chef.

Thank you Chef.

Don't thank me yet, and here's why: Each and every one of you, will have to earn your jacket back by the end of the next dinner service, and if you don't: (Gordon makes a swipe motion with his hand past his neck, resembling a slit throat) you're history! Piss off!

(Interview) About time! And the best part is: Look what I got! (Holds up his chef jacket up as he is now off probation, and heckles)

All of you, come here.

(interview) Fuck!

(points to a table of senior women) See those six glamourous ladies, slightly older? Yeah. And look.

Oh.

Oh, my God!

(gets a parchment paper from a halibut) The paper.

(to Barret) You left the parchment on there, man?

(interview) What, you trying to kill people? By the time you swallow it, it's too late. You're on the floor with Jean-Philippe doing CPR on you. [scoffs] Who the fuck want that?

(quietly to Barret) Hey, come here you. It's not a fucking joke. You should be ashamed.

I am. I am ashamed. (interview) Tonight of all nights, I'm just praying that we didn't lose the dinner service.

Paper to a senior! [crosses to the Red kitchen out of disgust]

While Barret starts over on the fish, in the Red kitchen, the women are very excited.

Our last ticket!

To be closing in on the finish line.

We got this!

Hey!

Yes, chef?

Shut the fuck up! High-fiving each other, last ticket, it's the same fucking ticket!