Okay. When I think of the choices that I have tonight, standing in front of me, I think there's one person who has shown me no passion, no fightback, no leadership. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... [points behind the nominated chefs] Nicole. You've got to get out, immediately. [Nicole hands her jacket over to Chef Ramsay] Good night. [Nicole walks toward the exit without saying anything] Good night.
(under her breath) Yeah, good night, asshole. (voiceover, as she flips the camera off on the way out) I'm not going to cry like a little bitch. I don't give two flying fucks what he thinks and what he says. He can kiss my big, fat ass. (blows a kiss) Bye, Chef Ramsay.
[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Simone]
Look, raw. Not pink, but raw. Congratulations for being the worst two cooks ever to graze the fish station. [Simone laughs; Gordon throws his spoon away] (to Simone) It's funny now, right?
All of you, come here. We're just destroying ourselves! (to Simone and Jessica) You two, fuck off! Get out!
[Scott brings his lamb to the pass]
I've got the lamb. Where's the halibut?
The halibut! Where's the halibut?
The halibut is two and a half minutes away chef.
Hey, stop. [drops his spoon] Stop. So the halibut's two and a half, (to Chris) come here you. (to Scott) Hey you, come here you and why you can't talk to him?
(to Chris) I WANT TO KNOW, CHRIS!!
He (Scott) never told me he was slicing the lamb.
(to Scott) COME HERE YOU! WHAT IS THIS?
We're just shooting ourselves in the foot! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Fuck off out of here! GET OUT! GET OUT!
(interview) We didn't finish a service, not once, not twice, but the THIRD FUCKING TIME. I mean, it's just fucking embarrassing.
[Bev and Sandra bring their entrées to the pass]
(on Sandra's wellingtons) Wellington cooked perfectly!
(on Bev's halibut) It's just gets worse. All of you, come here. Yeah, just touch that one first.
That's overcooked, now touch that one.
What are we fucking doing to each other? To the Red team? What are we doing? All of you, GET OUT!
Fucking nuts I get thrown out. (interview) Tonight, all my dishes come out perfect! This sucks! It's just flat-out sucks!
[before the nonimation, both the Red and the Blue team started choosing a nonimee]
Sorry, man. I'm banning DeMarco.
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Yeah, me, too. (interview) Right from the get-go, DeMarco's done shit. I mean, you can see a good chef and a shitty chef from a mile away.
Based off tonight, I did good, Chris did bad.
Mark my words, I'm not dead weight, guys. I guaran-fucking-tee that. (interview) I own everything and anything that I do in that kitchen. I know I could've done better, but Mike, he's poison for the team. Keep DeMarco, keep me, but get fucking Mike outta here! (to Mike) If I'm getting all the elements composed, you're seasoning my fucking fish at this point. And that's all you did for me tonight.
Wait, wait, wait! I gotta say something! Chris wanted to fucking be the first guy to leave!
You know what they say? One person just works in the other. It doesn't, you fucking idiot!
(to Mike) If you don't see me do something, you're my man. You're listening to every fucking order being called out and you're watching what my hands are doing.
Alright, the guy that's cooking is supposed to be cooking!
(to Mike) Both of you are responsible!
But if he's saying that he didn't do it right, you're his fucking backbone!
He's been trying to sabotage our whole team, he sucks so bad!
I think we should send Gabriel up because he did just as much on hot apps as I did on fucking fish.
What?! Are you fucking crazy?! You stood there like a bitch! Just standing there watching him!
(to Mike) GO BACK TO THE GROCERY STORE, MOTHERFUCKER! Back to the grocery store, and keep working there, you little bitch!
(to Jason) Fuck you! You loud-mouthed, fucking doughboy bitch!
Oh, really?! You're fatter than me, you little motherfucking piece of shit!
Seriously?! Fuck you, man!
[Some of the guys intervene and step in between between Jason and Mike to break up the fight]
(to Jason) You got one shot! One shot and you'll be dead before you even fucking register with your little fucking brain!
[DeMarco and Gabriel pull Jason away from Mike as Scott and Anton do the same with Mike]
(to Jason) He's not worth it!
He doesn't–HE WORKS AT A GROCERY STORE!
(to Jason) You can talk all the shit you want, bro!
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Guys, listen! Listen!
That's it, that's done! THAT'S DONE!!
[DeMarco, Mike and Simone have stated their pleas; Gordon makes his decision]
(stops him) It's okay, chef. I can go. [Rochelle and Gordon give a shocked face]
Simone, good night. [calls Mike and tosses his chef's jacket to him] Mike, here's your jacket. Back in line. (to DeMarco and also tosses his chef's jacket to him) DeMarco, back in line. [brief pause] Get out, guys.
[The red team has just finished dinner service while the blue team continues to struggle with theirs. Gordon calls the ladies over after serving their last table.]
I want all of you now to go into the blue team, and get on every section and help them get out nine tables. Let's go!
(interview) That was a gangster service. I mean, we even had to go over and help the guys 'cause they didn't even know what the fuck they were doing.
[sees the red team enter the blue kitchen] Aw, here we go. This is fucking bullshit!
Alright, blue team! The ladies are finished! They're in here now to wake you up, and finish.
Hey, shut up! YOU FUCKING DO NEED HELP! Anyone that gives me a stone-cold crab cake twice, trust me, you need help!
(interview) Take the help! Run with it! The more help you take, the faster you can get out the kitchen!
Oh, my God. All of you, come here!
This is brought by your captain! It's just raw, solid, pink halibut. You can't even rip it apart.
(interview) How stupid you look when the captain of our team brings us raw fish. She's just way over her head.
Melanie, are you done? Have you given up?! ANSWER ME!
I'm not going to tell you one more time, cut the bullshit! Or go home! Good night!
Chicken is coming chef! Coming up, behind! Chicken at the pass!
(checks the chicken and it’s still raw)
Raw chicken again. Hey! (Slams the table) IT'S FUCKING REDDER THAN YOUR BEARD, AND LOOK AT ME! IT'S STILL RAW!
No, NO! (Slams the table again)
Come on man, we've got to bounce back, baby. (interview) Jason screwed up two times now. Like, what the fuck are you doing?
No, please tell me to go back in line, chef. Please, please, chef. Please.
No please, chef. (starts crying)
Oh no, please! (cries) Please let me go back in line... please!
You were a great competitor.
No, chef, I need to go back in line.
...was way undercooked.....
Please let me go back in line.
....OK? And the halibut....
Let me go back in line, please.
Please, chef. Let me go back in line. Please.
I'm sorry. (Jessica sobbing) You should be very proud the work you've done. (Jessica continues crying, as well as Sandra)
You were a great competitor, and you must continue with that kind of attitude, the passion, and the love you have for food....
...outside of this competition. (Jessica continues begging) You're just not ready to be a head chef, OK? Please give me your jacket.
