Hell's Kitchen Season 12 quotes

Garnish for the halibut, please? I'll take, I'll take!

Garnish needs about 90 seconds to finish these shrimp off.

Walking with the halibut. [brings her halibut to the pass]

[throws his spoon away] I need the garnish for the halibut before the halibut! Shit!

I know, chef.

Well if you know, why doesn't Joy know?

What?! What am I...? I don't understand what you're saying!

OK, come here! Come here. I would like the garnish... look at me. Look at me!

Chef, I--

Can I finish my sentence? Plain English: I would like the garnish for the halibut, before the halibut.

Chef, I just... I... I...

Yes or no! You want to pick an argument? I'm ready!

(walking away) Can I finish cooking, chef?

Hey, young lady! If you're in a mood, don't take it out on my food.

(throws her cooking cloth away) I'm done.

You're done?!

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

Joy, stop.

Fuck you. I'm done with this shit. [removes her apron, throws it aside and leaves the kitchen]

Joy, no! Joy, come here!

Oh my God.

She left. She left, she walked off.

And he went chasing after her. I've never seen anything like this.

What a selfish attitude! One thing wrong and you run away. Absolutely phenomenal.

I'm trying to tell you--

No, you're not telling me!

You're not even listening to me! I'm--

No, you're not! You're arguing! You're arguing, you're shouting...

I'm done!

Hey, I know you're done. It shows in your cooking.

Okay, fine. Fuck you. (returns to the dorms)

Get out! Unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.

So did that really happen?

I guess.

(laughs) I think we wrecked this place by ordering halibut!

(interview) I can't believe what was just happening. She just blew it. Over a fish. (in the kitchen) I don't understand that. (interview) Chicks, man.

She'd better not give up.

No, she'd better not. (interview) I'm just like "Please, walk back in with Chef!" [Gordon returns to the kitchen alone; Melanie and Rochelle look dismayed] (interview) But... no! No!

Melanie!

Yes, chef.

On the fish station, please.

Yes, chef.

And, excuse me! Everybody!

Yes, chef?

That is not the attitude I expect at this stage of the game, let me tell you!

What a night. To be a great head chef, one needs to have composure, discipline, and maturity. What Joy did tonight showed me she is NOT ready to be my next head chef.

(interview) Joy was MY competition. That's what I thought: me and her the last people standing. So for her to just flush all her hard work down the shitter, it blows my mind.

Joy's quitting was one of the most shocking things I've ever experienced in Hell's Kitchen. But her lack of maturity tonight proved that she is not ready to be a head chef because leaders never quit.

Where's my remoulade for my beef?

[walks to the pass] Here, chef.

[checks bowl] Hey, this isn't even mixed!

Oh, fuck me.

This isn't even mixed, Jessica! Let's go! Come on!

Scott's team, nothing coming out! (to Scott) This is a fucking mess. A big mess.

(interview) Nothing's coming out of that station. It's ridiculous, you know? My whole life is falling off a cliff. (in the kitchen) Oh, man. (interview) We just can't afford anything else to happen.

[to Scott] I got the garnish coming. Here's this. It's on a hot plate, though.

[checks fries with Gordon] Dammit.

They're not crispy.

(interview, sighs and facepalms)

They're fucking–they're not even crispy. I don't know why she's doing that.

[to his team] Hey, STOP! STOP!! Jessica!

Yeah?

GO!

No, no! Please, chef!

Go! Don't talk to me anymore. I want you out. Go. (interview) Jessica wasn't getting any better from start to finish. I can't do it anymore, man. That's it.

(sighs) Fuck.

Rochelle!

Yes?

Take control of this station now, please.

Yes, chef.

[tastes spinach brought by Sandra] COME ON! This is bitter and there is no salt in this!

Fuck.

Come on! [drops spoon in Sandra's pot] Make it better!

(to Sandra) Add more salt quickly! (interview) Sandra, get your shit together! If I was running that kitchen tonight, I would've thrown her pan, ripped off her apron, and made her get the fuck out of the kitchen. Like, how has Jason not done that?

(to Gordon) It's not just falling apart. This is going too slow, but this is the last table, and...

Well, wake up.

What is going on with the garnish here?! This is not that hard!

(to Sandra) Is there an answer there or not?

(sighs) Fuck me.

It's like talking to a fucking brick wall.

Come on!