“Three halibut, one bass, one chicken. Come on...” – Gordon

Three halibut, one bass, one chicken. Come on, guys!

Yes, chef.

(interview) I'm looking at Jeremy sautéing off kale. I can see the kale literally catching fire, getting burnt!

Chef, turn that down some, chef.

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, don't even serve that.

I'm not. Worry about your side, let me do my side, yeah?

(interview) Motherfucker, what?

Hey, no territory bullshit!

(interview) It's my station, and I don't need his help. So shut up and do what you're supposed to be doing.

Un-fucking-believable.

Can we go with three halibut, one bass, one chicken?

Seven minutes to the window.

(to Jeremy) What are we going with?

Two--two halibut, one chicken, chef.

Three halibut!

Three halibut, one chicken, chef.

Three halibut, one bass, one chicken! What are we going with?

(starts stuttering) The three, sleep, the three, three halibut, the two, two, uhh...

(interview) Jeremy, he's telling it to you! Just say it right back, man! Pretty sure birds can do that!

Three halibut, one bass, one chicken. What's going?

The three halibut, two f..., two, uh...

GET OUT!

(interview) Bye-bye, Jeremy! [laughs, Jeremy throws his apron as he leaves the kitchen]