“Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now....” – Gordon

[walks back to workstation] Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now. Not even the fucking marble of the fat. OVERCOOKED TO BLUE!

Yes, chef.

[chuckles] I don’t think we’re getting our food anytime soon.

Alright, bounce back, guys. Come on.

COME ON, GUYS!

(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!

Yes, chef.

And if you can’t...

Yes, chef.

...I’ll drop you off at the fucking airport!

No, chef.