[Gordon returns to the workstation with risotto brought up by Briana]
All of you, come here. Three risottos of the same table. A light one, a dark one and a medium one. The same fucking table.
(interview) Ohh! Dagger in the heart, shit!
Who's in charge of the appetisers?
So you don't them into one pan and finish them together?
You put them on together one minute to go into one big pan, fuck me!
(interview) I'm like, "Brianna, do something." You're supposed to do everything.
COME ON!! Hurry up! Get them into one pan! I'm not going to serve them in three different colours!
[Chris brings up four orders of scallops to the pass]
Fucking hell. You are kidding me. [takes the scallops back from the pass] All of you! ALL OF YOU! How dare you! Didn't you learn anything yesterday?! I mean, come on! [pounds the table] This is where it really hurts. Touch those fucking scallops. [The blue team touches the scallops] How fucking dare you?! HOW DARE YOU?! All of you, get over there, take your fucking shit, and eat it. Just see what we are about to send out. Fuck off, you. NOW! All of you, NOW! Let's go! Have a snack!
(interview) My fat ass sat in a pile of snow picking up scallops, and now I'm sitting there like a jerk-off eating these things, because you can't pan sear a scallop? What, are you fucking kidding me?
No one leaves until they fucking eat them, and if you don't want to eat them, fuck off home. I've had enough.
Yes, chef. Come on. I've got six in my mouth. (interview, burps)
Oh, my God! One, two, three, four, five, six of you cooking scallops?! There's more freaking chefs cooking scallops than there are scallops in the PAN!! [slams a scallop on workstation] GUYS! Have you any idea how stupid you look?
CCChris & Clemenza
Yes, chef.
GGuy
(interview) Six chefs. One for each scallop, and one to rub their asses.
[The blue team is trying to cook on their first entrées]
Two wellington, two opah! How long?
Coming out now, chef! Coming out! Out! [brings the wellington to the pass]
[checking Chris' opah] Fucking hell, that's raw! Stone-fucking-cold! All of you, come here! [calls Chris] You, especially! Just touch that! Cold, touch that! Here look! [Blue team touches the cold opah] Touch......it's stone-cold you... [smashes the opah twice on the tray] ARGH! AAH! DAMN THAT! Who cooked the wellington?
Because they're cooked perfectly. Take it back now.
[bringing the mashed potatoes back from the pass] Bland. Look, it's bland. It's bland. Just stands in there.
Butter! Cream! Look, it's bland. It's like fucking plasticine. My God, work it!
(interview) Chef Ramsay, I want to say I'm sorry, uh... I'm sorry I disappointed you. I, uh... I didn't know how you wanted your mashed potatoes. [sniffles and pretends to wipe away a tear from his eye]
I don't know how to wake you up anymore. You're like a zombie!
You make him (Don) look fucking good!
(8:06 pm)
Two hours into dinner service and not a single entrée is left either kitchen, patience is wearing thin in the dining room.
FDFemale diner
I'm hungry.
And the red kitchen is crumbling quickly.
A real fucking two minutes or a playful two minutes?
Coming through. Pardon me, Chef.
[sees the fish cooking] I've got six bass going. What?
Chef, I told them to start the bass. Because--
They should be cooked to order! It's fish!
Coming down with scallops.
(interview) I don't understand why I'm getting yelled at. I'm trying to fucking put out food for the customers. I mean, I'm pissed off that he's mad at me.
Ladies, STOP! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! (Tiffany) You're telling her (Danielle) to cook six bass for three tables in front of what we're doing. [points to Barbie's scallops] And then this arrives!
(interview) Agh! We're screwed.
For the seventh time, touch them! Touch them! (he touches the scallops, then the red team touches it) All of you, GET OUT! (Barbie) And you, take that with you, get out of my fucking sight, GET OUT! OUT!
(interview) God! Oh, my God!
Absolutely useless! [sees the mess that the Red team left] HOLY FUCK.
I got fish! I got fish you cocky bitch!
Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, you understand?
(interview) Barbie's the reason why we went down tonight. I don't know why she's fucking here!
THE TWO FISH WENT OUT- [Yelling]
And the lack of harmony in the kitchen has now exploded in the dorms.
FUCKING GET THAT SHIT!! [knocks the bottle and the soda can over with her hand] YOU FUCKING IDIOT!!!
[Gordon returns an overcooked steak to the workstation]
All of you, come here! What is that?
A piece of overcooked steak.
I'm opening a steakhouse in Vegas. [gives the steak to Clemenza] Take that.
And fuck off! All of you, get out! Get out! Get out!
[Gordon addresses the teams after gathering in a kitchen]
What a bizarre, strange evening. Ridiculous! Embarrassing! Scallops. The dish where I expected not one little problem anywhere, from both kitchens, I got a meltdown. Tonight clearly the losing team is the women and the men. A sinking ship and a runaway train. Each team, come up with two individuals that you don't want in your team any longer. Do something properly and all together for the first time tonight. FUCK OFF, ALL OF YOU.
With no end in sight for the tension between Barbie and the rest of the woman, it seems the only time the red team is not fighting is when they're sleeping.
[moon rising scene]
And as a new day begins...
[At 5:47 AM, Barbie wakes up the entire dorm by stomping her feet on the floor]
...Barbie decides she shouldn't be the only one up early cleaning.
(interview) What the fuck is that?
I don't even make that much noise when I walk.
Do you want to rumble this morning?
I just want everybody to remember where they are and what we're here to do!
I just washed the dishes!
I came out here with you going like this, you dumb bitch! (interview) Somebody needs to tell that fucking bitch what's up! (to Barbie) You're about to get choked out, knock it off, grow up! You're 33!
I'm not about to get choked out!
(off screen; having heard the noise) YO! PEOPLE ARE TRYING TO SLEEP!
You want to get fucking choked out? You want to get fucking choked out?! You dumb cunt! You're a cunt!
(interview) Shaking in my boots, I'm shaking.
I'm this close to snapping your neck.
DDanielle
Come on. Come on. Come on.
I know you’re this close to snapping, Robyn.
I don’t give a fuck, bitch!
[telephone ringing]
(on telephone) Head chef here. I'd like to see everybody, with their jackets, urgently.
Yeah, Chef. (to all members) Everybody downstairs now.
[During the American citizen lunch service challenge]
With Guy and Clemenza coming to the rescue, salads are finally leaving the blue kitchen. Meanwhile, in the red kitchen, the women are ready to send out their first table of entrées. All they need is...
Barbie, pizzas need dressing. Oh, my fucking GOD! You're killing me! (interview) Barbie, you're a stupid bitch! Get the fuck off my station, I don't need your help. It's just garnishing the fucking pizza. [to Barbie] Barbie! Barbie, I need–Bro what are you doing?!
(interview) She's moving around like a jumping jack and she's cooking pizzas when she's not supposed to.
LADIES! Where is the fucking pizza?
[checks pizza with Sous Chef Andi] That looks like shit! [returns to workstation] Hey, all of you, come here! WELCOME TO AMERICA. Look at that. [to Barbie] You eat that bit now. [to Briana] Hey, come here. You eat that as well. That's what you're serving them. Burnt, shitty, black pizza. [throws pizza in the trash bin] I'd rather flee the fucking country!
[to Robyn] I'm so sick of this bitch (Barbie).
(interview) With Barbie the way that she is, I can't tell if she's sabotaging or if she's actually trying to help.
(interview) It's getting old! Seriously, Barbie sucks. She pisses everybody off, she needs to go home!
[Dana brings her lobster spaghetti to the pass]
Put it down! [checks her spaghetti; finds that it has too much sauce] Fuck, it's like soup. Dana? [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here. It's like canned soup! How much sauce you in there, Dana?
[pours the spaghetti on a plate and drops the pan on the plate] Just fuck off will you? I mean, it's just like piss!
I have another one coming right now chef.
[Gordon asks for dumplings for the cod dish in the Red kitchen]
(interview) Rosh, where are the dumplings? "I forgot." Really? Really?!
Can I get two full portions of cod?! With the garnish!
BRBarbie, Roshni & Brianna
Yes, chef!
[Gordon returns a cod dish to the workstation]
Hey, come here all of you. [throws his spoon away; splits a dumpling in half] Here's the big insult. Just touch them. Stone-cold. Pass it on, touch it. They're cold. Stone-cold.
(interview) Touch these. TOUCH THESE! Oh, Roshni! Dumplings? Come on, that's the easiest part of the dish!
(to Roshni) You can't even poach a dumpling!
[Gordon checks on cod brought up by Briana]
I got a half portion of fucking cod. Where's the other half gone?
Stop, all of you! [raises a piece of cod] That's barely a portion and where's that going?
Ugh! I didn't realize they shrink down that much, chef.
It's a bit like your brain. Not only it has shrunk, but it has disappeared! Can I have two New York strip and two full portions of cod?!
