“Cod, bass!” – Gordon

Cod, bass!

Oh, Jesus Christ! Sea bass is fucking falling apart.

Sea bass is what?

Sea bass fell apart.

Oh, boy. Scott.

(Gives Monterray on a lesson) When you take the fish out of the pan, you leave it on the spatula.

It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.

You leave it on the fucking spatula! Is that what you did?

No, it's not.

No, you didn't. So it's the fish's fault again?

No, it's not. It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.

There IS something you can do, because you should be fucking responsible enough to CARE! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKIN' LIE TO MY FACE AND TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!

(interview) I understand what he's telling me and I'm listening to him, but you ain't going to keep fucking cussing at me. I don't give a fuck who you are: Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott, Chef Andi. You ain't going to keep talking to me like that!

So don't sit here and BULLSHIT me and tell me that there's nothing you can do!

I'm not bullshitting you. I put it on- I have it. I'm putting it on there-

You've given up! Get- BULLSHIT! SHUT UP!

And Monterray has decided to go toe-to-toe with Sous Chef Scott.

All you have to do is bring it up, and it won't break!

I understand. I understand.

DO YOU?! Then FUCKIN' DO IT!

I'm positive.

Then DO IT!

Then it's done then.

Fuck you!

Well fuck you too then! [throws pan into the sink] You fucking serious, dawg?

(interview) When you fucking got too much pride and you wanna stand there and fucking cuss at Chef Scott, that's the motherfucker that needs to go home.

Pass me some goose necks, please.

(interview) Yeah, just shut him down and send his ass home right now. That's a done deal.