Now, it's raw. Just stone-fucking-cold. Hey all of you, come here!
(to Cyndi) Come here you! Just touch that. You know it's wrong, it's stone-cold! First one was rubber, now this is ice-cold!
[leads the Red team to the pantry] Come here you. All three of you, come here! (to Sous-chef Andi) Andi, take over! SUSAN!
Yes-- I'm coming! I'm coming chef!
[angrily slams the door] What's happening?! What's the matter with you?!
(interview) I have never been in the pantry with Chef and it's never a good thing when he takes you back there.
You've got to get a standard inside you! You're screwing the Red team!
I'd rather slow down and increase the standard than sending me shit!
There once was a chef named Zach,
For words he didn't lack.
But in the kitchen, he was no magician,
And he won't be coming back.
All of you. ALL OF YOU! [points to Ja'Nel] Hey, I mean you.
No, chef. I'm sorry, chef.
Yeah, come here you. Taste that.
(interview) Ugh! It's disgusting!
Come here. All of you, come here. [leads the Final five to the back counter; points to Antonio Sabàto, Jr. at the Chef's Table] We have a VIP guest in the fucking kitchen. What is that? IT'S MUSH! ABSOLUTE MUSH!! What is happening?!
(interview) I can't believe it. It's just really embarrassing.
Here we go. Two covers, Table 21: two mussels, entrée: one halibut, one New York Strip.
Two minutes on this order: one halibut, one New York!
Who called? What's she yelling about? Susan called out halibut, New York steak and we haven't sent out the appetisers. What's going, Susan?
Right now, we have one halibut, and one New York!
Hey, all of you, come here! Stop what you're doing, all of you. She's firing entrées, one halibut, one New York strip. FYI, dumbo, we haven't even sent the appetisers!
(interview) What is Susan thinking right now? Like, what are you thinking Susan?
Is the ticket crossed out?
What are you doing to them?
We fired that ticket, chef.
ASAntonio Sabato Jr.
She's screwed.
All of a sudden, you're the chef, right?
Step up. Here you go. (takes off his apron and gives it to Susan) Here you go. You fucking run it then. Here you go. Andi, leave her alone.
(interview) Susan can't even give correct times on her own station. She's running the kitchen? (sighs) We're fucked.
You run it! Fuck it, there you go, run it! (tosses his tongs on the hotplate) Fucking good luck. Off you go. This is a fucking joke. Andi, fuck them! Leave them! (Gordon and Andi walk out of the kitchen) Pathetic!
