Back in the blue kitchen...
[Holds the tickets] Come on guys, they're about to walk out!
Chef Ramsay is just looking for...
(to Hassan) Risotto, where is it?
You got my two lobsters for the risotto ready?
Yep! [Checking cooked shrimps] Make sure they're hot.
[brings the lobster to pass] To your left, chef.
[After Gordon checks Kevin's lobster to be served for their first entrée; Gordon has had enough]
Unreal. [returns the lobster at the workstation] Hey, hey, hey, hey, come here, all of you! ALL OF YOU!!!
(interview) Fish station, Alan and Kevin, they were kinda... (imitates whistling) like a fart in a fan factory, [sic] man. They were fucking lost.
Just touch that, put your hand on there! [sees a cold raw lobster on a plate] Touch, touch! Fucking (smashes the shrimp) COLD! WHAT'S GOING ON?! 'CAUSE I'M GETTING SERIOUSLY PISSED OFF!
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I'm done, let's get out of here.
Chef, table 40 is leaving, two top, they haven't got anything yet.
Now the tables have walking out, just literally giving up! A bit like you. Fuck off out of here! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!
(interview) What a fucking shit show! I've never been a part of anything so hellacious in my life.
[Blue team approaches out of the kitchen, Gordon follows them]
Hey! Hey, hey, bozo! Do me one favor tonight: get upstairs and think of two individuals that don't belong in the blue team. GET OUT!
[During the team communication challenge, Ashley and Frank present their cheeseburger sliders]
What I did was I got some pancetta and rendered it down to crispy, just for another texture, and to enhance the flavor of the burger. And a little bit of liquid smoke.
Yes, just... just a drop.
I didn’t ask you to get crazy. I just wanted you to cook what was on your back. Do the recipe.
(interview) Frank, I want to grab you by the neck and just shake you. The recipe is the recipe, and you can’t deviate from it.
(to Frank) Here’s the thing. Had you followed the recipe, that would’ve been a near perfect burger. Ashley, congratulations. Point to the Red team.
(interview) She only won because I lost. That’s not a winner. That’s–that’s not a winner.
[holds the ticket] On order, four covers of table 32. Don't wait for me. Appetizers fire one special table, two side scallops, two risotto. Entrée two Arctic char, two wellington.
Hey hey, ladies! That was flat.
Vanessa, call back the order!
We have special table side, we have two [looks clueless] fuck. [rings a buzzer]
I called this out ten seconds ago. Entrées what were they, Vanessa?
They were one, well-- fuck [looks confused and clueless once again] (begins attempted interview and looks still confused)
I am so sorry did not hear that.
Listen, concentrate, get your head down.
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Yes chef.
On order, table 30, two snapper, two tuna, two wellington!
Kristin, call back that order!
Call back that six order! Quiet, everybody!
Two special, two tableside, two risotto... ah! (looks terribly confused) Two... two wellington. [smiles nervously]
It's not funny. I'm just...focusing on a hundred things right now.
(to Kristin) This is not 'funny. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
I'm done with you! [calls the entire team] Come over, you!
(interview) Kristin, stop standing there like [acts funny] "Uh-duh-duh-duh-duh".
(to Sous-chef Christina) Christina, write that ticket on her fucking back.
[to Meese as she walks to the pass] Behind you.
Turn around. [writes the orders on Kristin's back]
(interview) Oh, my God, what is happening right now? Why are you writing on my chef's coat?
Do not let her forget what's on that table.
[after stirring around a pan of vegetarian risotto at the pass] Oh, my God! Hey! [holds up the pan to show the risotto sticking to the bottom] I know they may be vegetarian, but they deserve better than that! Who gave me that?!
(interview) What the fuck, bro?! Kevin... [makes slapping motion]
[throws pan and spoon across workstation] Is that your respect for a vegetarian?
COME ON! FINISH IT OFF! GET THE RICE COOKED!
[Kristin is helping Meese after multiple failed wellington attempts]
[to Meese] If you're not comfortable with it, don't serve it.
I'm not serving that. No, I'm not serving that. [throws wellington in the bin]
(interview) Oh, God! Fuck!
You put the wellington in the trash. [picks up the wellington that was thrown away] Hey, hey! Stop! All of you, come here.
[Gordon starts picking up the other wellingtons that Meese threw away earlier]
Cooked perfectly, and it's in the trash. Cooked perfectly, it's in the trash.
(interview) Seriously?! This is crazy. You never throw it in the trash! I will tear into that meat caveman style. Like, "Argh! I'm fucking starving!"
We're 75 minutes in, we've served one fucking table of entrées! We've put more food in the trashcan than we have in the dining room!
(interview) Why did you throw it away?! It was beautiful!
While the red team waits, back in the Blue kitchen...
Fire now, Buzz Aldrin, two tuna, four wellington.
Chef Ramsay looks to Hassan on meat to pilot this VIP ticket.
Hassan, focus on your table!
Yes, chef. Put the wellingtons in for me, Kevin.
Heard. Wellingtons going in the oven. [holds a plate of perfectly cooked wellingtons to mistakenly send in the oven]
(to Kevin) Where is he going?! WHERE'S THAT IDIOT GOING?!
(called Kevin over) Hey, whoa, whoa! They're done. (captions on a screen)
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bring those back, please. Get them over here! (interview) Kevin, they're already cooked, man. We're cooking the ones that aren't cooked. Back up before you get slapped up, bro.
Man! (gives Kevin a warning; throws a fork to a cleaning rack) (Points his finger to Kevin) Hey, you, I'll kick you to the fucking moon. (to Kevin) Come here.
(interview) Oh, damn! Not good.
He maybe an astronaut, but you're a space cadet. (to Kevin) Are you okay?
Meanwhile, back in the red kitchen...
Garnish walking, girls! [walks Wellingtons to the pass]
Chef Ramsay is looking for Jackie to deliver...
Arctic char! Arctic char! [holds a pan of perfectly cooked risotto]
...and finally complete the second order of entrées.
(Arctic) char. (sends it to the pass)
(returns the char and sauce to workstation) Hey! Hey, all of you, come here. Just touch that. Dannie, just touch that. COME ON! COME ON! QUICK! JUST TOUCH THAT!
Touch it! Touch... [heavily smashes the char] Fuck! Stone-cold! Jackie, we're stuck in neutral.
(interview) FUCK MY LIFE! Chef Ramsay is going to eliminate me right here.
Jackie, come here! Fucking useless!
For the last time, get it together!
Yes, chef. Now I got to refire this fucking shit!
(talking to the waiter) Go. Come back for the Arctic char, yes?
How long on this char, Jackie?
The rest of the table are eating their entrées.
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You guys can start. Start before it gets cold.
(interview) Fucking half the table's eating. So I got Chef Ramsay screaming, "Where's the char?"
(interview) Don't worry, I'm with it. I'm 'bout to 'bout it.
I cannot wait! It's not good enough!
[Gordon holds the char and sauce, returns to workstation for the second time, and he has had it]
Hey, all of you! All of you, come here!
Come here! It's cold and raw! Uh, I-I'm done! [slams the char to a plate] I'm fucking done! I AM DONE! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! I TOLD YOU I WON'T TO PUT UP WITH ANOTHER SERVICE THIS BAD, GET OUT, VANESSA! GET TO THE DOOR! [throws Vanessa's apron on a table when she is on her anger]
(whispers) Damn it. [Jackie throws her apron on a table]
(interview) THIS SUCKS! Somebody needs to go home tonight. It's just completely unacceptable.
It's like we're hitting walls instead of jumping hurdles.
[Sous-chef Christina goes up to the dorms and gathers the Red team, but Gordon stops them once they get to the kitchen]
Chef wants you now. Pick it the fuck up! You guys can thank the blue team later for finishing service.
[stops to call the entire team at the pantry] Stand there, all of you! Unbelievable! Tonight, you've got completely dominated in service. Get upstairs and think of two individuals who your team would be stronger without. Is that clear?
[During prep; Sous Chef Christina has the Red Team go over "The List" while she goes out]
Make a list of everything you don't need.
(interview) Every kitchen has a prep list. Normally we don’t title the list... we just know it’s the list.
Okay, this is the list. I'm gonna put "The Fucking List".
(interview) Jackie wrote "The F-ing List". Like... why would you write that?
[Christina sees Jackie's handwritten list at the workstation]
(to Kristin) "The Fucking List?"
The fuck– I didn't write that. So respectful, right? (interview) What are you thinking, Jackie? Disrespect like that does not fly anywhere.
(to Jackie) Is this you? It's disrespectful, is what it is. NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD!!! If any--(Jackie starts to say something; Christina then points on her) SHUT UP!!!
(interview) She did not think that was very funny.
[holds Jackie's list] If any of this happens in this kitchen again, the fucking list, whoever writes it will be finishing "The Fucking List"!
It wasn't disrespecting you.
You just interrupted me. Take a seat! (letting Jackie to sit on a chef's table) Have a seat and sit down. Just sit down! Never again! It’s a professional fucking kitchen! You would be FIRED if you-if you worked for me! You want to have a (notices Jackie shrugging)—OH, YOU DON'T CARE?
(pointing her finger to Jackie again) This is your teammate. Find the cancer in your team and work around it!
(interview) Jackie brought our whole morale down. She has to go. I'm-I'm done with her.
[letting the red team out of the kitchen] Go have lunch.
(interview) I'm the type of person where I can joke, joke, joke, and then boom, jump on a desert and get the shit done. But these morons don't see that.
Let’s jump to the chef's table, please! Two tuna, one wellington!
Meese, how long for the wellie garnish?
Just give me a time, Meese! (interview) It is very hard to run the garnish station when you do not communicate! [to Meese] Garnish, talk to me! [to Gordon] Walking with wellington.
(Arctic) char is in, right? Walking with tuna!
What is she (Meese) doing?!
The wellington garnish is up, isn’t it?
(interview) Bitch, keep control of your station! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
[Meese backs the pan away from Ashley, who tries to put spinach in the pan]
What are you doing? What are you doing?!
God, I’m trying to help you!
I don’t want my guests eating on an installment plan!
[laughing] He did not just say that!
The wellington garnish is up and--
(interview; regarding Meese) Bitch, get control of your station. (to Meese) What are you doing? (putting spinach on Messe's pan) What are you doing? What are you doing?
God, I'm trying to help you.
I don't want my guests eating on an installment plan?
[Screenshot of Kris Jenner and her friends laughing when they are waited for food]
Did he say "an installment plan"? He did not just say that.
(to Meese) Where's the mash (potatoes)?
You can leave them in the pot. We talked about this. Leave them in the pot.
Who put that on a tray like that?
Hey, hey, hey, hey! (to Kris Jenner) Kris, I'm so sorry. Hey! All of you come here! COME HERE! GET IN! [summons the entire team into the pantry] I'M DONE!
We have a chef table in there tonight. Sat a meter away and look how I got the mash. It dumped on the fucking tray! I've been INSIDE PRISON and they give food better THAN THIS SHIT! [throws the plate down on the floor, causing it to shatter]
[Gordon opens the door and ushers the Red Team back into the kitchen without another word]
(interview; screams) AHHH!!! We suck. Like, we can’t do this!
(goes to the Blue kitchen) Hey! Hey, Blue team!
(to Eddie and Alan) You two, on desserts. The rest of you, jump into the Red Team and help them finish! Now!
Who’s on fish? I’ll hop on fish!
That’s already reduced in there. Right here.
I can’t believe this is fucking happening.
It’s fucking burnt, throw it out.
(interview) These boys just bomb-rushed our kitchen, kamikaze style. Like, fucking... [imitates bomb falling and going off]
As soon as those two tunas are ready, we’ll go to the pass!
I’m not screaming! THIS IS HOW I TALK!
(interview; impersonates Hassan yelling at her) "You guys need to listen to me, ‘cause I’m Hassan, and I'm big, and I blah-blah-blah!" Shut up!
Tuna going to the window!
[to Sous Chef Christina] On your left, two fish.
First ticket out, team! Loving the teamwork, guys!
With a very vocal Hassan leading the charge, the men have taken over the red kitchen...
[to Kris Jenner] And I have your tuna.
...delivering entrées to the chef’s table and grateful customers in the dining room.
Last table now! Two Arctic char, four wellington!
Both teams: Yes, chef!
She’s (Jackie) got the wellies right behind you.
Alright, guys, let’s clear it down.
[to Red team] Please thank the gentlemen for finishing your service two nights in a row!
[The Red Team starts walking upstairs to the dorms]
Fucking pathetic-ass shit. Bullshit ass team. Worst team ever.
