How are you on risotto, Milly?
I'm two minutes out on this risotto!
CCameron
Holy shit! I don't know what's going on.
(interview) Cameron is confused already.
Scallops! Where are they?! [turns over the scallops Cameron brought to the pass] Oh my God. [to the blue team] Hey, all of you! All of you! Come here! Come here, come here! First table of the night, I've got raw fucking scallops!
They're not seared on both sides.
CCameron
[raises his hand] I did.
CCameron
No, chef. Definitely not.
(interview) Cameron wasn't even flipping the fucking scallops over! I couldn't believe it at all!
(to Sous Chef James) First table, James! Let's start it again!
CCameron
Great. (interview) I just looked like a fucking idiot there, man. I dropped the ball.
(to Cameron) Watch. You're frying them in fucking too much hot oil, yes.
Thirty seconds each side!
CCameron
(interview) Chef Ramsay, when he's in the kitchen, he's very, very intimidating.
Shake the pan, gently! And then out! Clean pan, let's go!
CCameron
(interview) It kinda throws you off.
CCameron
Yes. Thank you for the—Yes, chef!
CCameron
First ticket, give me...fif—twenty seconds, please. Twenty seconds!
(interview) I don't know what the fuck is going on with Cameron.
CCameron
(to Brendan) Help me!
(interview) He was going crazy! Like, literally scared of the food or something!
You guys, keep calm, okay? (interview) I'm cringing right now thinking, "These have to be perfect." They have to be perfect!
[Gordon flips over the scallops and sees that only one of them is cooked both sides]
They're fucking rubber! (to the blue team) HEY! HEY, STOP! ALL OF YOU!! All of you, fuck off! Come here!!
(interview) This is–this is not good. He's gonna kick us all out!
[Gordon takes the blue team inside the pantry]
What the fuck is going on?
(interview) He can't cook a scallop! One side, gorgeous! The other side, nothing!
They're fuck–just touch that!
CCameron
I see it. It's my fault. I'm sorry.
(interview) Fuckin' ridiculous!
Have a fucking meeting here, one minute on your own, and GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!
JJosh
(interview) Chef Ramsay, just seeing him angry, it's horrific! It's the scariest thing I've ever seen! [laughs] It's terrible! (to Cameron) Hey, brand new! Brand new! Brand new, right now! LET'S GO! [tries opening the door] There's no handle.
There's no handle on that door, so they can't get out. [Sous chef James laughs along with Gordon]
[Brendan and Cameron have returned to the blue kitchen to fire a late appetizer]
Yes, chef. (interview) I need to fight back, you know? I want to show Chef Ramsay that I'm sorry that I gave him shit!
[Michael and Josh point at Cameron and Brendan cooking with a pan with nothing in it]
Hey, hey, hey! Stop! STOP!! (to Michael) What did I ask you to do?
The scallops aren't even in the pan, right? And look. I got the dressed salad!
(interview) Michael, we are going down in flames right now because of you!
I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO! I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING GO!!
Let's go, boys! We have to come back! Come on!
(to Milly) Fuck it, I got it.
I got it! (to Gordon) Scallops at the window.
[flips over scallops and sees them raw underneath] Ah, fucking hell. (to blue team) Hey, hey. STOP! [points at Brendan, Cameron, and Michael] You, you, you, come here.
The rest of you, continue cooking.
(to Michael; while handing him the scallop tray) Take that.
...and fuck off out of here.
...and Milly, take over the fish!
Four minutes, two pork; four and a half minutes, two wellington!
Got it, let's go! We gotta finish this!! (interview) Chef Ramsay's pissed. We have to turn it back around! I'm not losing. I do not want to lose.
(to Nick) What's going, Nick?! Nick, what's going?!
Uh... two salmon, two halibut! Two pork, two wellington!
[shakes his head] Two pork, two salmon followed by two salmon, two wellington!
There's no halibut going! [to Josh] What's going, Josh?
Two salmon and...two lamb?
Enough's enough! I have never seen a team so fragmented in all my fucking life! You, you, you, you, you, and you fuck off!
James, you and I will finish them. (o blue team) GET OUT!
Come on, man! (interview) I feel disrespected, I don't understand it! I ain't never been kicked out of a kitchen in my life!
[Sous Chef James serves the Blue Team lunch during their punishment]
[removes lid to reveal...] Guys, it's peanut butter and jelly.
I don't care, I'm hungry. I need something to eat!
I mean... peanut butter and jellyfish.
(interview) What the fuck?! I never even knew you could eat jellyfish!
Get 'em down, and get back in here. Come on!
Fuck, man! (interview) Are you kidding me? Are you crazy?! [as he walks out of the kitchen] Man, FUCK! (interview) I'm not eating that shit, man. I'm good, man.
[The men walk back to their dorms to eat the sandwiches]
Peanut butter and jellyfish?
I'm the only one who scored a point, so I shouldn't have to eat it.
Well, we worked as a team. We're all eating it. (interview; claps sarcastically) Congrats. I'm glad you got the point for our team, but you better step up and eat a sandwich.
Egh! (interview) Peanut butter and jelly... fish? It's not good!
Good. It was good. [burps] Oh, God! (interview) It's not good.
[Marino brings a scallop salad with a piece of plastic back to the pass]
(to Gordon) Chef, Table 22. They found this on the salad of the scallops. It's a plastic.
(interview) Something happened. I hope I didn't do it.
[holds up plastic strip] That was in the scallop salad.
What the fuck?! Come on, fellas!
I did, chef. (interview) But as it turns out, I did. (to Gordon) I apologize.
You're gonna slice somebody's throat open!
Understandable. (interview) Fuck! Another fuckin' dumb, little mistake.
It's just so fucking basic! So basic!
Michael, what the fuck are you doing?
Narrator: ...and it's about to get even hotter.
Fucking Jesus. Michael! [puts pan back on the stove] What are you doing?
Chef, I put it away, chef.
It was over here burning, chef.
But why stick it down there?! Whose tray is that?
Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
They're talking, they go down and grab the pan, they're gonna scald themselves!
Yes, chef. You're right, chef.
Then why would you put–[backs away while Michael reaches to grab the pan]
It was over here burning.
Shut up! CAN YOU WAIT UNTIL I FUCKING FINISH?!
(interview) I put the pan out of the way just so that nobody would get hurt.
If the pan's about to burst into flames, what do you do?!
(to Bret) Come on young man!
(interview) Myself and Josh on the fish station could've had to leave Hell's Kitchen because of a third-degree burn. Like "taking skin from your ass to put it on your hand" type shit.
[puts pan in the sink] Fucking hell!
Yes, chef! Monique, just throw it up.
I wanted to make sure it was ready. [to Gordon] Walking with scallops! (interview) I know I'm solid on my scallops. This ain't my first time in the kitchen!
[while checking the scallops] These are fucking disgusting. They're just cooked to fuck. [to red team] Ladies!
Come here! All of you. WHAT IS HAPPENING?! TOUCH THEM! Just touch how rubber they are! Yeah, it's not gonna bite! It's fucking dead!
Alison, who cooked those scallops?
[brief pause] Monique, chef.
(interview) Like, what a bitch move! I can't stand Alison. You accent's stupid, your makeup's stupid, you're stupid.
(to Monique) You've got no idea they're rubber! Way overcooked!
[Gordon receives a bad order of risotto and cavatelli as the red team tries to finish appetizers]
(to Red team) Hey. Hey, all of you! Come here!
Tasting Lesson #17. Taste the sticky, over-reduced cavatelli and the bland risotto! No richness, no sumptuousness. Nothing! I have no idea what you two are doing!
(interview) I didn't fucking train for ten years to have some fucking asshole next to me not keep up with risotto.
Hey, here's what happening! It's the last table of appetizers...
...when you should be at your height! And that tastes like it's at the fucking bottom.
Yeah, disgusting. Sticky, bland...
No, what were you gonna say?
(interview) "Oh, please Chef Ramsay. Can you give me another chance?" Seriously?! "I'm a girl in puppy-dog eyes." That shit doesn't fucking fly. Are you kidding me?!
The last table of appetizers. "Let us try again." What do you think I want? All of you, GET OUT!
FUCK OFF! And what did you say, Sarah? "Can we try one more time?!" GET OUT!
(interview) I'm so angry. I literally want to start punching bitches.
(imitates Sarah) "CAN WE TRY ONE MORE TIME?!"
One wellington, one lamb!
Close it up and get back in for a minute.
Alright. Mike, we'll give it a second, okay?
No, like, I need a minute. Okay?
Michael. I said a minute! (interview) I'd rather have Chef Ramsay yell at me for taking too long than have him yell at me for sending him undercooked lamb. (to Brendan) Brendan, bring it up.
[Gordon checks the lamb brought by Nick]
Hey, the lamb's full of blood. All of you, come here. Who donkeyed that?
I sliced the lamb first, chef.
And what did you tell yourself?
It was a little under, chef.
No, it's a lot more than a little! [cuts into the lamb] Raw white fat. [slams fist onto the plate]
Fuck off, all of you! GET OUT! Shit beginning, shit middle, and a shit end!
(interview) I'm a little furious right now. I hate fucking losing and getting kicked out of the kitchen.
Get out, get out, get out! GET OUT!!
[Michelle brings a macaroni and cheese to Gordon, who tastes it and spits it out]
Oh my God. Fuck me. (to red team) Hey, all of you.
Come here. Yeah, HURRY UP! Taste that!
[Everyone on the red team grabs spoons to taste the mac and cheese]
Who made that?! Who fucking made that?!
I put the extra salt in at the end, chef. I'll fix it though!
Michelle, there are young children!
(interview) I don't mind taking control of situations, especially if I feel like I have a handle on it. I got this shit! I got this!
[Bret starts pouring an old batch of risotto into the pan with the new one]
Stop. Stop! (to Bret) Come here! Bring that fucking pan and bring that pan here! All of you, come here!
That's the old risotto that's gone three, four minutes ago dumped into the fresh one.
What in the fuck are we doing?!
(interview) Now we're in trouble.
Cut the bullshit! [slams fist onto table] COME ON, GUYS!
(interview) Bret used the old risotto into the new risotto, and you never do that! You can't do that!
My fault, my fault, MY FAULT!
How dare I do that! How the fuck dare I do that!
(interview) He likes to think of himself as our quarterback, but a proper quarterback wins, you know?
(to the red team) All of you. All of you! There's the last New York strip. Look how well done it is. It's just so basic!
(interview) You have an idiot and a clown on the meat station, and they're just fucking everything up.
Is anyone going to step up and say anything?! This is an embarrassment! [throws meat onto the table] Get out! GET OUT!!
(interview) This is a complete, epic shitshow!
[As the red team leaves the kitchen, Sous Chef Andi shows Gordon a burger that was brought back]
[Gordon follows the red team into the hallway carrying the plate with the raw burger]
Hey, ladies! Come here! Who cooked the burger? Burger's still raw. [pause] Whilst you stare at your raw burger, and I re-fire that table myself, I suggest you come up with two nominees that you do not want on your brigade. Fuck off!
(interview) There were little kids out there. It pisses me off completely! There were families out there. Families. Simply atrocious! Shame on the red team!
Whose raw burger was that?
That was my bad. I thought it was ready. I'm not kidding, like...
Sarah, it's a rare burger!
I understand! I don't know how to cook burgers!
Oh my— (interview) A burger! Who in America does not know how to fucking cook a burger?!
Sarah, I need you to bring your confidence to the fucking party. You are a good chef! Stop fucking second-guessing yourself!
Yeah, that burger was a huge problem. But on the same token, are you fucking serious that you don't know how to cook meat?! (interview) I've been on that meat station. It's so easy! Mieka is not good, but Monique is a complete dead weight. She is just a body taking up space. (to Monique) Monique, straight up, it's your second time on meat! How many times?! Second time!
Yeah, I fucked up in the beginning. The second batch came out, they were under, but I got my shit together.
YOU NEVER GOT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, MONIQUE!
