(checking Vinnie's wellingtons) Vinnie!
Vinnie, come on chef. Look, raw pastry's trimmed off the bottom. That's the shit you don't send to the customers. It's still left on. Tell him to trim them please?
Look at me. Can you trim it properly?
And bring it to the hotplate and cut the pastry with a straighted knife. Donkey! Is it every other one is right? Or is it one in three is right?
No, chef. This one's perfect.
This one's perfect. What have you overcooked? How much have you binned?
I fucked a lot up but I'm on it now.
[seeing Vinnie's wasted meat] Oh, no!
(interview) I kept my own private garbage bin on my station and I had six wellington orders and one chicken in my bin.
Hey, a restaurant wouldn't even open with that. You'd close it before you got anywhere. [slams the tray on Vinnie's station]
(interview) It was a mistake. It's an expensive mistake.
[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with pasta]
Table 20, spaghetti undercooked chef.
Where's fucking pretty-boy sushi man (Josh), where is he?
Complaint: raw spaghetti. No don't fucki-- [grunts] The fuck you call that? What do you think you are? WWF... Wrestling? Dick. Taste it!
[Gordon gathers both teams to the pass]
Let me just tell you something: The customers are deciding which team is winning this evening. Your fate is in their hands, yet you still send crap! One more dish back, and I'm going to fucking shut it down. Now get a grip!
I'm just getting so fucking wound up. It's not going anywhere. We're not getting anything out. Everything's fucking done, clearly given up, and it's fucking embarrassing.
[returning with a dish] Chef?
Aw, fuck off! Oh, fuck off! [kicks a bin] Fuck off! What did they say?
Chicken being cold, chef.
Right, hey, gentlemen. Hey, ladies, yeah, all look good well over. Hey, Barbie! (Bonnie) Do your hair before you come over! Stone-cold chicken, fucking salty fucking garnish, yeah? And fucking - there you go chef, there you go. [drops the dish on the floor] Fucking clear down.
(interview) Chef was furious. He dropped the plate, he said "Fuck off! Shut down!" And we were SO goddamn close again! Damn it.
Bonnie, do I sear it until it gets really, really crispy?
No, you have to do it very slowly. It's not a sear.
[pushing in next to Julia] What's the problem? Julia, ask me if you have any questions.
What is your problem, Melissa?
You're supposed to listen to me, not Bonnie.
Check in on your duck, Julia. You took it out of the oven.
I think you should stick it back in, just for a little while.
Guys, all the food has to be plated hot. I'm assuming that you have just a little bit of knowledge of how to cook...
...otherwise, you shouldn't be here.
I thought that you knew how to cook, too!
(to herself) I am above all this.
[cut to Rock, who is standing in the storeroom by the red kitchen]
Argue, argue. Hell's Bitches, Hell's Bitches. Yes!
This menu is a crucial, critical menu. Did you use the time wisely?
Too many people were arguing on our team chef.
Oh, come on, ladies. Why are we arguing Julia on such an important occasion?
Because there was one person who wanted to run around and do every single thing.
MMelissa
I'm in charge, but unfortunately I can't do everything at once. I need help.
Stop. I didn't put you in charge, madam. You're standing there acting like some jumped up little cavewoman. Today's challenge quite frankly was a team effort. Let's hope what you have produced in the last hour is delicious.
Now it all comes down to the meat entrée.
(interview) Tied 1-1. All the pressure is riding on...me.
Third and final dish. Please present the meat entrées.
(to Jen) We shouldn't send it.
Please present the meat entrées together.
Jen, don't send it. Don't.
Melissa, I don't know what you're trying to do, or whether you're trying to upset our guests. But right now, I'm starting to get pissed. Now will you send your food?
Let's go. [Rock and Jen bring the meat entrées to the table.]
Right. Domes off. [Rock and Jen reveal their dishes, Jen's dish is a small dried up duck breast on a bare plate.] Alright... okay... ahem...
(interview) There are no words to say how humiliating it was serving a piece of shit duck to a husband and wife to be. I really wanted to disintegrate.
That's a duck breast... um...
First of all, I'm deeply embarrassed.
I am as well. (interview) I was so embarrassed you know. They probably think I cooked it. I had nothing to do with that!
We have a dry aged rib eye that's been pan seared and served with wild mushroom cream sauce.
Thank you. [gives Carlotta the rib eye and Cyrus the duck breast]
CCyrus
[trying to cut through the duck] Oh wow, this is really tough.
I'm so sorry. Nobody's going to be eating that, are they? [takes the duck away and covers it with a napkin, then looks at the Red Team in disgust]
CCarlotta
[tasting the rib eye] This is delicious. That's great.
Rock's rib eye easily beats the women's lame duck and the men win their first challenge in Hell's Kitchen.
(interview) Two things are happening right now. Number one, we finally got a win and we feel great about it. Number two, it's open hunting season on chicks and we're about to start picking them off one by one.
My, er, apologies, and we'll do all that we can to make sure it's a very special day. Thank you for joining us for the tasting.
CCarlotta
Thank you. [she and Cyrus leave]
(to the Red Team) You four Hell's Bitches, I am embarrassed. I don't think I've ever, EVER been so embarrassed inside this restaurant in my entire life. That was a joke! You should be ashamed. All four of you are going to work your asses off. Get - out - my - sight.
[During the wedding reception, the wedding MC (Francisco) comes to the pass to demand faster service from Gordon]
[calls the waiters] Service, please! (to Francisco) Can you get out of the fucking way? I'm trying to serve food. You get out of the way. Stand out of the fucking way!
FFrancisco
Okay, I think that went well.
Where is the sauce for the seabass?
It's right here, Chef. (brings his sauce to the pass)
Josh is moving fast to get entrees to the pass.
...maybe, a little too fast.
Heat the sauce up! IT'S STONE-COOOOOOOLD! Look at him, running around with a pan! Oh, my-GET IT ON THE STOVE!
[The blue team has lost the lobster challenge]
Losers, unfortunately, your punishment is at the other end of the spectrum. It's incredibly unglamourous. I can't think of any worse place to be. Today, I'm looking for everything that's possible to be recycled from every garbage bin inside this restaurant.
I've never seen anything inside of a garbage can that should be taken out. I might find this a little difficult.
I can guarantee that within one hour, you'll find something.
(interview) Chef Ramsay tells us that they get to go to In Touch magazine and we have to dig through some fucking trash. I grew up in the ghetto in the hood. I ain't never been in no trash.
Let's take our punishment like gentlemen.
Brad, thank you for being a man.
I guess I'm not a man. [starts throwing and slamming stuff as the blue team cleans up the kitchen] (interview) I'm pissed off! That was the dumbest fucking decision I've seen! That was bullshit!
(interview) Rock, he was pissed. Pissed to the point where I thought he was going to flip out.
What kind of shit is that?
(interview) I'm sorry, "thought". He flipped out.
Lobster bisque.You can get that shit at motherfucking Corner Bakery! (interview) You can go everywhere and get a fucking lobster soup! A grilled bullshit salad with some fucking apple! ORIGINALITY! BE CREATIVE!
And they get the fucking win! (interview) They're not creative over there and we lose?! What the fuck is original about a crab and lobster bisque?! NOTHING!
Does Rock always get that mad?
I've never seen Rock that mad.
It's like paper scallops.
[handing Melissa's scallops to Brad and Josh] There you go.
(interview) Some of the scallops she did, they were, like, thin as a paper; there's like nothing there.
Pass it back to Chef Melissa, the fucking gremlin. Everything she touches, she screws, there you go.
Hey, madam, this is not our first night?
"Yes, chef. No, chef?" Fucking gremlin.
