(to Kristin) Kristin, give me your lighter?
Give me your fucking lighter?
Talk like fuck-- touch my lighter. You'll touch my fucking lighter, I'll punch you in your face.
Give me my goddamn lighter, Jackie!
Jackie, give me my fucking lighter!
Either light your cigarette or give me my fucking lighter!
[Jackie throws Kristin's lighter on a ground that became mad and frustrated]
(looks distressed) Ooohhh...
(enters the living room) What the fuck is going on here?
I'd stay far, far away if I were you.
You are disgusting ass bitch.
Don't fucking disrespect me! (throws the wine cap on Kristin's shoulder)
Kristin (gets mad) STOP FUCKING DISRESPECTING YOU! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!
What are you gonna do about it?
WHAT ARE YOU-- GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!
What are you going to do about it?
(to Kristin) Kristin, sit down.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THE SHIT! (leaves Jackie's cigarette to throw out of Kristin's left arm)
YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! (Jackie throws out of cigarette ash to Kristin's shoulder) (gasps) Go ahead.
FUCKING DONE! FUCKING DONE!!!
GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE!
Get the fuck off-- (leaves)
(to Kristin) Go ahead! (Kristin ignores) PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, BITCH!
Are you fucking serious?! (exits the dorms)
(mocks) You fucking serious!
(interview) No! No, bitch! Sit the fuck down! Like I'm so over her causing a big scene like I don't know who the fuck you are with garbage can that you dragged out of but what the fuck is wrong with you?
As those ashes smell. (interview) Kristin, it's a game now and it is too fuck with your mind. That's what happens when you can't fucking strangle a bitch.
(to herself; acts crazy) CRAZY, DERANGED.
Hey, all of you, come here! Time-out! Come here, come here ALL OF YOU! Let's go (Manda) little lady. Come on! [calls the entire blue team into the pantry] The fucking chicken is raw!
WPWalter the Puppet
I heard the F-bomb, chef said the F-bomb.
Fuck! Look at that! Just look at the shit. I swear to God! [throws a chicken into a trashcan] I... I... I'd rather you just all fuck off out of here.
Chef, we can all pick it up.
[interrupts Dannie] You can pick it up? You need to untuck to pay that, your fucking head out your arse!
[After Jared sent the chicken to the pass for the special guest; Gordon has had enough]
Hey! (knocks his hand on the workstation)
WPWalter the Puppet
Have you noticed his hair is much taller in person?
The chicken is raw, who cooked that?
I put in the oven again, chef.
WPWalter the Puppet
"Good luck".
We may have a fucking dummy on the chef's table!
WPWalter the Puppet
Yeah, whatever.
I can't accept this anymore longer! I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT! JARED, GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
[Jared throws a fork across the workstation as he walks out of the kitchen]
Frank, please get two more down. Keep moving.
Guys, we need to push through this! I’M NOT FUCKING GOING DOWN LIKE THIS!
(interview) Frank should be kicked out, too! I mean, I’m taking the entire heat for this chicken. [flips over couch cushion in the dorms] GODDAMMIT!
[After Chad undercooked the French toast; Gordon has also had enough]
Hey, Red team! Red team! Look! Just it's not even, just as--
It's cooked one side. (to Chad; holding his French toast) Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! Hey, bon appetit! Now, fuck off!
MDMale diner
You just need to wait.
MDMale diner
Yeah, eat that.
(interview; groans) Oh, my god.
[Chad walks back to the dorms and sees Jared already sitting down]
Frank let me sell myself down the river.
Yeah, Ariel sold me up the fucking river.
While Chad and Jared commiserate, back in the blue kitchen, the rest of the chefs attempt to coordinate.
Here we go, Blue Team, one French toast, one chicken and waffles, two New York steak and eggs.
I'll drop the French toast. (interview) With Jared kicked out of the kitchen, its definitely added pressure, but I don't want to stand here, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get food and done out.
We gonna put these tables out. (to Manda) Manda, I need you to watch those French toast.
I need to know what it is. We're cooking for chefs, everything should be spot on. (to Frank) Frank, please keep an eye on my French toast for me, please? I just want to check this chicken.
I'm already turned them, I'm already turned them.
Okay, cool, cool. If you can run over (French toast) here, drop the waffle.
Alright. Manda, could you watch the French toast?
Two New York steak, one French toast urgently, yes?
I got two New Yorks ready to go.
(sees the French toast) Yep.
Who's cooking the French toast?
Frank. Frank was, Dannie was and then I was supposed to watch it.
[hurls the toast to a workstation and looks burned]
No, no, Amanda said she was gonna take over it. Man up to it.
(to Frank) I-- I JUST SAID I WAS GONNA WATCH IT!
Yeah. (interview) She is fucking useless. Useless! Don't throw me under the bus for something I didn't do. I'll pack this fucking girl's bags myself.
(Manda) Young lady, you are standing in right a front of it.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! (interview) I’m pissed the fuck off! They didn’t throw me under a bus, they threw me under a fucking Mack truck! [to Jared as she walks into the dorms] ONE MISTAKE! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! How many times did we send up raw-ass chicken?! It came back raw fucking three times!
(enters the dorms) I’ve been re-firing eggs all night, and every single one of my steaks was perfect!
I don’t give a fuck what you’ve been re-firing! All you’re doing is bitching to me about, "I cooked a million eggs" SO FUCKING COOK ANOTHER ONE!
Just cook another one. We’ll just all wait for Jared to get his shit together.
[flips Manda off] Fuck you. That was fucking low!
Fuck you! THAT’S FUCKING IT! [punches wall as he walks away]
[Gordon inspects some snapper]
Blue team! Frank! Speed up, let's go! Raw fish. How thick is the fish?
Thicker than last time. There's no two fish the same, right? But it's undercooked.
(interview) If I tell you to watch something, just fucking watch it, y'know? I mean, don't send it up raw.
Come on, blue team! Come on! [claps his hands and pounds the workstation] Speed up a bit now, okay? (to Frank) Are they in the pan yet?
Frank, get them in the pan!
Please, please, please! Frank, can you bounce back a little bit?
You can? [walks up to Frank and stares at him; Frank continues cooking without responding] That's it blue team, yeah, we've switched off?
DJDannie & Jared
No that's not it chef.
But look at his (Frank) FACE! (to Frank) Young man, would you like to go home?
(to Frank) Frank, bounce back. It's no big deal.
DJDannie & Jared
Okay, exactly, exactly.
Thank you. (interview) Like, "bounce back", you fucked me over. What do you mean "bounce back"?
I'm dragging four snapper!
Jared, Jared. I got two beef, two snapper in the pizza oven.
(interview) Here we go. Frank just tries to pass the buck
You checking the snapper over there?
(interview) That's what Frank does. Frank tries to be like, "well if my hands didn't touch it last, it's not my problem".
Snapper, right now! [brings the fish to the pass]
[After customers ate the fish, it was revealed its raw]
Ohhh, minchia. That's uhhh that's not good at all.
FDFemale Diner 1
The flavor was good and then I went towards the middle.
Maybe they thought you ordered some sashimi. Let me take this please. I'm so sorry, I apologize. [returns to the kitchen] (to Gordon) Chef?
They already waited for the fish, and they are raw inside. They're undercooked.
[drops the bowls of raw fish in the trash] Oh, FUCKING HELL.
Hey, from now on, don't-just don't touch the snapper until I look at it, please.
(interview) It sucks because I'm getting fucked by everybody else and I'm dragging now on fish because of them, but like, I didn't push out those snappers.
[after Gordon examined New York strip brought by Jared, it returns into the workstation]
Yeah. Hey, look. Well-done New York strip. Jared!
Two minutes on re-fire, chef!
[Gordon once again checks Jared’s steak and cuts into it]
[walks back to workstation] Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now. Not even the fucking marble of the fat. OVERCOOKED TO BLUE!
MDMale diner
[chuckles] I don’t think we’re getting our food anytime soon.
Alright, bounce back, guys. Come on.
(interview; sighs) Not again, dude.
Thirty seconds on New York strip re-fire!
Thirty seconds, heard! (interview) How can you go from extremely overcooked to raw? I don’t get it.
(to Gordon) Medium rare, chef.
[sees that the New York strip has been cut into] Oh, man. Fucking hell. [to Jared] Hey, is that you? Did—did you gash that?
I gashed that, chef. (interview; facepalms) Oh, shit. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I sliced it to check the temperature.
And what about the touch?
Chef, New York strips are difficult for me. (interview) The steaks are thick today, but you can’t say that to Chef. You gotta be like, "Yes, chef. Whatever you say, chef. Lick the floor, chef? Sure, no problem, chef."
(to Jared) I expect you to cook a New York strip!
...I’ll drop you off at the fucking airport!
