[Kashia and Beth bring their entrées to the pass, Gordon checks them]
(on Kashia's wellingtons) Wellington's cooked beautifully.
Hey, don't dare start celebrating. Let's get that right.
Half the table's missing, Beth and Bev!
The two B's! (gets a piece of halibut) Just touch how firm that is. Just a dry, just flaky mess. Dry fucking mess. [throws the halibut on the tray]
(interview) Beth's got to pull it together, she want to be here.
(disgusted) Oh, fuck off.
(interview) I'm not stupid, I know how to cook fish.
(to Beth) Re-fire two halibut!
[Gordon checks on halibut and chicken brought up by Scott and Gabriel]
(on Gabriel's chicken; finds that it's raw) Oh, my God. ALL OF YOU.
[angrily knocks his hand on the workstation] COME HERE. Pink chicken. PINK FUCKING CHICKEN. [angrily throws the chicken away; on Scott's halibut] Raw halibut. And it's cold in the middle.
Fucking halibut. FUCK. [throws his spoon away; Gordon angrily smashes the halibut]
(interview) Scott rushed Gabriel to the pass with raw chicken, but the fish wasn't done. Come on, dude.
(to Gabriel) Do you want to eat that?
Oh, (points to the customers) so they deserve to eat that?
We're going to come back right now chef.
THE APPETIZER SECTION IS A FRICKIN' DISASTER!
Chef Ramsay is still waiting for Nicole and Simone to deliver an acceptable lobster risotto.
(to Joy) How does that make you feel?
(interview) It's one thing to be frustrated, but I think Nicole is feeling a little bit defeated.
Walking with the risotto. [brings her risotto to the pass]
(interview) You know, Nicole? If you feel like you have no more to give, then maybe you should go home.
[returns and slams the risotto on the workstation] All of you, stop. That is so fucking peppery, it's actually started discolouring. (to Simone and Nicole) You two, get out. (to Rochelle) Rochelle, get on the appetisers. (to Joy) Joy, get on the fucking appetisers.
RJRochelle & Joy
Yes, chef.
[Richard brings Gabriel's chicken to the pass, Gordon checks it]
Oh, my good God. [returns and angrily throws a piece of chicken on the workstation] Again, chicken that is fucking PINK! [violently slams all the chicken onto the workstation] FUCK!
RAW CHICKEN FOLLOWED BY RAW CHICKEN! All of you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!
(interview) I can't believe this happened. Some people are just idiots. If you cannot work under the pressure on the demands of Chef Ramsay, then go home.
[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Beth]
Hey ladies, come here. Beth, that's you.
The halibut is still raw. Just touch the skin, Beth. Move, it doesn't mind. It's dead. Soggy and cooked to fuck.
(interview) I don't understand why Beth and Bev couldn't pull it together for the life of them.
[angrily throws his towel in the workstation] SHIT. BYE-BYE. GET OUT!
(interview; sighs, then pretends to faint)
Okay. When I think of the choices that I have tonight, standing in front of me, I think there's one person who has shown me no passion, no fightback, no leadership. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... [points behind the nominated chefs] Nicole. You've got to get out, immediately. [Nicole hands her jacket over to Chef Ramsay] Good night. [Nicole walks toward the exit without saying anything] Good night.
(under her breath) Yeah, good night, asshole. (voiceover, as she flips the camera off on the way out) I'm not going to cry like a little bitch. I don't give two flying fucks what he thinks and what he says. He can kiss my big, fat ass. (blows a kiss) Bye, Chef Ramsay.
[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Simone]
Look, raw. Not pink, but raw. Congratulations for being the worst two cooks ever to graze the fish station. [Simone laughs; Gordon throws his spoon away] (to Simone) It's funny now, right?
All of you, come here. We're just destroying ourselves! (to Simone and Jessica) You two, fuck off! Get out!
[Scott brings his lamb to the pass]
I've got the lamb. Where's the halibut?
The halibut! Where's the halibut?
The halibut is two and a half minutes away chef.
Hey, stop. [drops his spoon] Stop. So the halibut's two and a half, (to Chris) come here you. (to Scott) Hey you, come here you and why you can't talk to him?
(to Chris) I WANT TO KNOW, CHRIS!!
He (Scott) never told me he was slicing the lamb.
(to Scott) COME HERE YOU! WHAT IS THIS?
We're just shooting ourselves in the foot! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Fuck off out of here! GET OUT! GET OUT!
(interview) We didn't finish a service, not once, not twice, but the THIRD FUCKING TIME. I mean, it's just fucking embarrassing.
[Bev and Sandra bring their entrées to the pass]
(on Sandra's wellingtons) Wellington cooked perfectly!
(on Bev's halibut) It's just gets worse. All of you, come here. Yeah, just touch that one first.
That's overcooked, now touch that one.
What are we fucking doing to each other? To the Red team? What are we doing? All of you, GET OUT!
Fucking nuts I get thrown out. (interview) Tonight, all my dishes come out perfect! This sucks! It's just flat-out sucks!
[before the nonimation, both the Red and the Blue team started choosing a nonimee]
Sorry, man. I'm banning DeMarco.
RJRalph Johnson
Yeah, me, too. (interview) Right from the get-go, DeMarco's done shit. I mean, you can see a good chef and a shitty chef from a mile away.
Based off tonight, I did good, Chris did bad.
Mark my words, I'm not dead weight, guys. I guaran-fucking-tee that. (interview) I own everything and anything that I do in that kitchen. I know I could've done better, but Mike, he's poison for the team. Keep DeMarco, keep me, but get fucking Mike outta here! (to Mike) If I'm getting all the elements composed, you're seasoning my fucking fish at this point. And that's all you did for me tonight.
Wait, wait, wait! I gotta say something! Chris wanted to fucking be the first guy to leave!
You know what they say? One person just works in the other. It doesn't, you fucking idiot!
(to Mike) If you don't see me do something, you're my man. You're listening to every fucking order being called out and you're watching what my hands are doing.
Alright, the guy that's cooking is supposed to be cooking!
(to Mike) Both of you are responsible!
But if he's saying that he didn't do it right, you're his fucking backbone!
He's been trying to sabotage our whole team, he sucks so bad!
I think we should send Gabriel up because he did just as much on hot apps as I did on fucking fish.
What?! Are you fucking crazy?! You stood there like a bitch! Just standing there watching him!
(to Mike) GO BACK TO THE GROCERY STORE, MOTHERFUCKER! Back to the grocery store, and keep working there, you little bitch!
(to Jason) Fuck you! You loud-mouthed, fucking doughboy bitch!
Oh, really?! You're fatter than me, you little motherfucking piece of shit!
Seriously?! Fuck you, man!
[Some of the guys intervene and step in between between Jason and Mike to break up the fight]
(to Jason) You got one shot! One shot and you'll be dead before you even fucking register with your little fucking brain!
[DeMarco and Gabriel pull Jason away from Mike as Scott and Anton do the same with Mike]
(to Jason) He's not worth it!
He doesn't–HE WORKS AT A GROCERY STORE!
(to Jason) You can talk all the shit you want, bro!
RJRalph Johnson
Guys, listen! Listen!
That's it, that's done! THAT'S DONE!!
[DeMarco, Mike and Simone have stated their pleas; Gordon makes his decision]
(stops him) It's okay, chef. I can go. [Rochelle and Gordon give a shocked face]
Simone, good night. [calls Mike and tosses his chef's jacket to him] Mike, here's your jacket. Back in line. (to DeMarco and also tosses his chef's jacket to him) DeMarco, back in line. [brief pause] Get out, guys.
[The red team has just finished dinner service while the blue team continues to struggle with theirs. Gordon calls the ladies over after serving their last table.]
I want all of you now to go into the blue team, and get on every section and help them get out nine tables. Let's go!
(interview) That was a gangster service. I mean, we even had to go over and help the guys 'cause they didn't even know what the fuck they were doing.
[sees the red team enter the blue kitchen] Aw, here we go. This is fucking bullshit!
Alright, blue team! The ladies are finished! They're in here now to wake you up, and finish.
Hey, shut up! YOU FUCKING DO NEED HELP! Anyone that gives me a stone-cold crab cake twice, trust me, you need help!
(interview) Take the help! Run with it! The more help you take, the faster you can get out the kitchen!
