This is a joke. Dry as fuck.
(returns to the workstation) STOP!
All of you! (raises one lamb) Who cooked that?
Come here you! All of you, come here! How much more shit does one need to take?! The dining room full of guests waiting for that.
(interview) I'm so pissed at myself right now. I just want to punch myself in the dick.
You're making me look like a fucking idiot. (throws his spoon away) GET OUT! Leave me alone! Leave, get out, get out, get out. (gives the lamb to Christian) There you go. There's your second course. Fuck off! GET OUT!
WWoman
(overhears Gordon) Wow.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
That's raw? Oh, fuck me. (calls Nedra in the dining room) Nedra, come here. Hurry up!
(returns to the kitchen) Yes, chef.
(returns to the workstation) All of you! ALL OF YOU!
(raises one lamb) What the fuck is that?
Who sent me raw lamb on the signature dishes? Who as that?
It's a joke for you, isn't it?
(throws the lamb away) All of you, get out!
Get out! I'M DONE! Get out!
(interview) Like we're all talented . We're all good at what we do...
(interview) It shouldn't be that hard.
Blue Team first ticket away, here we go. Four covers, table 22. [slowly] Appetiser: one salad tableside, two risotto, one Caesar salad.
[to Michael] Michael, how was that for you?
[to Ray] Raymond, how was that for you?
VIP table, NBA player. The risotto is too hard.
[returns and slams the risotto on the workstation] Risotto, a VIP table. Rice is fucking undercooked. [Ray places a pan underneath the workstation] Hey, he's a bit-- (to Ray) Hey, come here you. Give me that pan. [shows an overcooked risotto to the Blue team]
What are you doing? Wha-wha-wha-- Just what in the fuck are you doing?
(interview) Things are rolling, risotto goes out, awesome. Perfect good, good start.
[slams the pan on the workstation] That's burned and that's hard! [gets and slams the plate on the pan]
I'll put another one in chef.
(interview) Risotto comes back, awesome. Perfect, [deflated tone] this is what we do.
(knocks his hand on the workstation; to Ray) You, grand-dad! Come on! this is a pick up now!
Ten seconds, chef. Right here, chef.
(interview) Chef Ray, watch your motherfucking self and you'd better not make any more mistakes under the fucking sun. You hear me?
KEEP THE FUCKING PAN DOWN!
Yes, chef. I understand, chef.
(interview) Ray, get your head out of your ass and get this risotto out. We're waiting on you. Waiting on Ray!
[Ray brings his risotto to the pass, Gordon checks it]
Stop! Risotto tastes delicious! (to Ray) Now you've raised the bar.
Hey, don't piss your pants! Just stay focused!
I won't, chef. Yes, chef.
One risotto, why is she cooking all that? (returns to the workstation) Oy, all of you! How many portions are in there?
Three. There's three chef.
Four? Five? (to Jessica) How many is going?
JLJessica Lewis
Two chef.
One! Is this a joke for you?
JLJessica Lewis
No, chef.
All that time we're waiting!
JLJessica Lewis
Sorry, chef.
Five portions of fucking risotto, I need one!
JLJessica Lewis
Let's go, bounce back.
(to her team mates) Come on, guys. Let's pick it up. Let's get going.
(slices his lamb; finds that it's rare) Dude, this is under. I can't send this.
Walk with the lamb, please.
Lamb is not done yet chef.
Oh, fuck off! Christ almighty!
It's still rare in the middle. The middle is rare, the outside are good.
We have to fire an all new garnish.
(interview, mocking Michael) Waaaaah! The lamb's not cooked! Waaaaah!
(interview) Michael, just sit there and wait! I got it!
Where is this fucking lamb?
There's the fucking plates! Two minutes been sat there dressed!
Lamb is being cut. It's on its way.
Walking lamb. Behind. (brings his lamb to the pass)
It's there! Hey Bozo That's how open the fucking gap for you!
Yes, chef. Two lamb chef.
[Gordon checks Dan's lamb; returns to the workstation]
(interview) Yelling over, problem solved. Right?
[points to Dan] YOU! HEY, STRING-BEAN! COME HERE!
(raises a chewed up piece of lamb) What the fuck is that?!
What is that? [Dan doesn't answer] Wha... WHAT IS THAT?
This needs one more minute in the oven, and that bit there should be a fucking dog's chew!
Where would you like it, chef?
[checks her chicken; finds that it's raw] Pink fucking chicken. (returns to the workstation) Ladies!
(Interview) Raw chicken, like seriously?
Pink chicken. Undercooked, and pink.
[throws his spoon on the workstation as everyone stands around unresponsive] WAKE UP! Come on, Jacqueline!
Bounce back guys, leave it in the water longer.
There are some things you can't do in a kitchen...
...and that's serving raw chicken!
I'll just bring it up, chef. A minute left, chef.
Come on, I'm going to lose those garnish.
A minute away. Garnish is done.
(interview) I'm doing fucking 50,000 things right now, and Dan is failing at the one fucking task that he has. I need a lamb.
(interview) Okay, the lamb wasn't cooking fast enough. What the fuck do you want me to do about it other than to put it in the damn oven. [puts his lamb in the oven]
(to Dan) Dan, real time. How long?
YOU JUST LOOK AT THE FUCKING LAMB! HOW LONG? [goes to the oven] OH, JESUS! FUCK! (interview) Then he asks Zach how long? Are you kidding me? How does that go? (to Dan) Get the fuck out of here! Get out! (interview) Really, if he lays one fucking finger on me, I'm going to beat him all over the fucking room! I don't care if I walk off and go to jail tonight!
(to Dan) Hey, don't stand there!
(to Dan and Michael) Hey, come on! Split it up! [Michael bumps Dan out of his way]
(to Michael) Don't fucking bump me again!
(interview) Don't bump me! You ain't shit! You want to fucking fight? Come get it!
(to Michael) Hey, hey, hey you! (to Dan) Hey you, HEY FUCK-WIT! Come here you! Come here! [leads Dan and Michael to the pantry]
(interview) Wooo-hoo! Someone's getting it down.
[angrily slams the door] WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO?
(to Dan) You got to talk to me, bro. That's it.
You got to fucking talk to me!
No, fuck you! Talk to me or get the fuck out and go home!
(to Dan) You're throwing him under the bus all the fucking time!
Look at him and talk at each other!
(returns to the workstation) All of you, HEY!
(under her breath) Oh, my God.
The Red team that loves taking the piss because they've flown off a private jet, they've been on a fucking mega super yacht, and they think they're King Dick because they've kissed Céline Dion's arse in fucking Vegas! Come here, you! Touch that.
Just so--- [sees Danielle walking away] Oh, she disappears, look. Hey.
DBDanielle Boorn
I'm giving you another one chef. I understand that's overcooked. [brings another wellington to the workstation]
Look at that there. Touch that there.
DBDanielle Boorn
Yes, chef. Sorry, chef. Here's another one.
And even before touching that one, what do you think that one's going to come out at?
Overcooked. Overcooked. [slams the tray on the workstation]
DBDanielle Boorn
(under her breath) Fuck!
(interview) Danielle, girl. Get your shit together, man!
Third time lucky, bingo?!
DBDanielle Boorn
Perfect, chef. Perfect, chef.
Oh! "Perfect, chef!" (sarcastically)
DBDanielle Boorn
Sorry, chef. [brings another wellington to the workstation]
So the first two were what?!
DBDanielle Boorn
My fuck-up, chef. Sorry, chef.
[Gordon checks her wellingtons; then finally brings them to the pass]
Okay, Danielle, Jessica step forward please. You know what? There's one more chef I'd like to hear from.
With their dinner service loss, the Red team was forced to nominate two chefs for elimination. They put up Danielle and Jessica, but Chef Ramsay has his eye on a third.
Because she could've killed someone tonight: (points to Jacqueline) Jacqueline! Get your arse up here. I mean honestly? Miss Pink Chicken? Unacceptable!
I've cut them right now, chef.
(gets Nedra's plate of eggs benedict) Stop Nedra, stop. [brings the eggs benedict to the workstation] Stop! LADIES! (gets a piece of muffin) Look, soggy. (to Nedra) Why are using the soggy ones when you've got toasted behind you?
No, not "Yes, chef!" Why are you using the soggy ones?!
I didn't know the were soggy, chef.
Visually you don't know that's not toasted?
I didn't see it when they went down chef. But I have another one coming. [Gordon throws the muffin away on the plate]
Let's go, guys. Let's bounce back.
Hey, all of you, come here! ALL OF YOU!
Some disgusting pig brought me the sample scrambled eggs. The sample scrambled eggs that I cooked an hour ago. [flashback to where Sous-chef Andi telling both teams to study the sample plates] These guests, they save lives on a daily basis and you want to serve that? JEREMY, DAN! YOU'LL FUCKING KILL SOMEONE WITH THAT!! (tosses the plate on the workstation)
It's early morning and Hell's Kitchen has opened its doors to serve breakfast to a group of much-deserving doctors, nurses and ENTs.
(to Jeremy) You pick that motherfucker up.
(calls the Blue team) All of you, come here! Taste that. I want you to taste that scrambled egg! Taste it!
Some seasoning, guys! Little salt and pepper!
I did, chef. I put salt and pepper in chef.
You-- [throws his spoon away on the workstation] I mean, SERIOUSLY?! THEY'RE PARAMEDICS!
I think you need a doctor right now! [knocks his hand on the workstation]
Two more salmon coming right up.
