Hell's Kitchen Season 13 quotes

Hey, Steve. Touch this, tell me what you think.

(to Steve) Hey! Why are you touching his meat?!

He asked, chef.

FRANK!

Yes, chef!

He's (Steve) up to his eyeballs in risotto, and he's touching JR's meat!

I don't know! I'm over here! I'm...Chef, we got it. I got it.

(interview) Frank is pretending like he's doing something when he's really not. Get it together or go home.

(to Santos) Halibut's cooked beautifully!

Thank you, chef! [bumps fists with Fernando] (interview) WOO-HOO!!

Hey, blue team! Come here! That halibut is cooked beautifully. Good job.

Thank you, chef.

(to JR) You didn't even fucking cook it! Why are you saying, "Thank you?!"

Because we're a team, chef.

What's funny?!

Nothing, chef.

Let me tell you something. The pork is fucking raw!

(interview) I told you to fucking–I... (sighs)

(to Frank and JR) Back together in the oven! [slams fist on table repeatedly]

(interview) Aw, man! Really?! I just put love into that thing!

JR, how long?!

One minute, chef!

Do we walk? You wanna walk?

SHUT UP! (to Santos) COME HERE!!

(interview) When Chef Ramsay says, "Come here," your heart just goes to your fucking feet.

What does V.I.P. mean?!

Very important person, chef.

Louder!

Very important person, chef!

LOUDER!

VERY IMPORTANT PERSON, CHEF!

LOUDER!!

VERY IMPORTANT PERSON, CHEF!!

SO WHY ARE YOU SERVING RAW FUCKING SALMON?! [points at Sterling] Overcooked! [points at Santos] Raw! What's next?!

Perfect!

One chicken, one lamb! HOW LONG?!

Coming in right now, chef. Chicken right here.

Lamb?!

Forty-five seconds on the lamb, please. (interview) I'm trying to come back. I'm gonna make sure that the lamb is cooked perfectly. Chef Ramsay is ready to explode at any moment.

[looks at the lamb] That looks like shit! [walks back to workstation] That's for Chris Bosh! Yeah, [throws spoon] fucking raw! Raw!

(interview) It's just like... Fuck!

(to JR) You, fuck off! Get out! (to Frank) You, GET OUT! (to Fernando and Santos) You two, FUCK OFF!

(interview) JR dropped the ball on the meat station. He fucked me, he screwed me over! He's the one that screwed up dinner service.

Sterling!

Yes, chef!

Get on meat!

(interview) What the fuck is going on?!

Steve, beet salad!

Yes, chef!

Soup?! Where's the protein? (interview) You're eating it, and it's like, "This could be anything. This could be anything, this could be anything!"

Hurry up! It's not lunch, guys!

Alright!

Let's go, man!

Come on!

[grabs scallop plate] Scallops!

Scallops, chef!

No!

Clams!

NO!

(interview) Your head's racing a mile a minute. You're just going nonstop, but I know it's gotta be something in the ocean. (to Gordon) Alligator!

NO! Alligator chowder? What?!

(interview; laughs) Time's a-tickin', fools. And you're fucking up!

Cod.

NO!

Fuck!

Monkfish!

NO!

Come on, guys! Taste, taste it! (interview) Boys, just taste it! Put it in your mouth! Come on!

(to Sterling; after tasting yet another meat) Squid. Come on.

COME ON!

(interview) Lord God, please hear my prayer.

Squid!

YES!

(interview) Can I get an amen?!

With two dishes remaining, Aaron's on his own to identify the alligator.

(to Aaron) We got this! Come on!

(interview) Oh my God. This is a really spicy dish. [to the blue team] It's so fucking covered up with shit!

That's a Cajun dish, man! It's alligator! Alligator! (interview) Man, I'm from the dirty South! That's alligator right off the damn dome, you know?!

Buffalo!

No!

Fuck!

Alligator, man! It's Cajun!

(interview) Sterling is yelling, "Alligator," but nobody is listening to him. I'm like, "Yes! This is the perfect time for you guys to ignore his ass!"

Chicken!

No!

FUCK!

No, alligator, man!

Come on!

Alright, Sterling! (interview) Sterling, I'm sure you're right right now! [to Gordon] Alligator!

YES!

(to Aaron) Thank you! THANK YOU! (interview) You ain't from the South if you can't recognize that shit there!

[brings mussels and capellini to the pass] Right behind, chef. Right here, chef.

It's just cooked to fuck.

How you looking, Tash?

I'm looking good! Looking good!

Hey, red team! Who just shouted, "Looking good?" Come here, all of you! Let me show you something that's looking shit! (to Kalen) That's you, ignorant lady!

Sorry, chef.

Look at that. What in the fuck is that? Anybody?

A dry capellini, chef.

Cold, chef.

(interview) Kalen, you brought that capellini to Chef? Are you insane?!

That looks like something that's been left over in the fucking pot wash. Start again!

Yes, chef.

Meanwhile, back in the red kitchen...

(to Roe) Branzino and salmon garnish, you can go on that.

...Sade on fish is doing her part to keep the entrées flowing.

Can I walk this?

Yes, baby, you're up there! I'm ready.

Let's go! Wait, wh–where's the garnish?

What?

Salmon and branzino.

But Roe on garnish can't seem to keep up.

What's up?! You said you had it! (interview) It is so frustrating to have all of my proteins cooked perfectly, ready to go up, and I do not have cauliflower that is ready. It's extremely irritating.

Where's the cauliflower?

(to Roe) I can't walk the protein before the garnish. Come on, you got that?

You're not the only one I'm fighting for.

(interview) Bitch, are you serious? Please!

Red team! What did I say at the beginning of service?!

Quick service, chef!

(to the red team) Hey! All of you, come here! All of you! One, two, three, four, five. Yeah? And one ticket left in the blue.

Yes, chef!

We're just destroying ourselves! So lackadaisical!

(interview) Chef Ramsay said that we're lackadaisical. As soon as I find out what that means, I'm gonna make sure that I'm never that way again!

In Kalen's mind, her performance was flawless and every dish she cooked was perfect. Unfortunately for her, I live in reality. Dream on, Kalen.

[returns to workstation] STOP! All of you, come here! ALL OF YOU! Taste that!

Add salt.

Salt.

So that doesn't stink of garlic to anybody here...

Yes, it does, chef.

...or are you just kissing Roe's arse?!

No, chef. No.

And that's the scallop for the V.I.P. guests. (to Katie and Roe) You and you, fuck off! GET OUT! GET OUT! [Roe throws her towel in anger]

(interview) Raw garlic, raw scallops.

[to La Tasha] One scallop. (to Sade) You, one scallops!

Yes, chef.

(interview) You both fucking definitely deserve to get the fuck out of the kitchen!

[checks scallops brought by Ashley Sherman] This is the chef's table.

Yeah.

What are they doing, Andi?

Keep talking, ladies! Come on, where are you guys at?!

[returns to workstation] Hey, hey, hey. Come here. I'm not gonna embarrass myself for the third time in front of that table. Look at them, look. Just touch them. Touch.

I'm jumping on scallops.

(to Ashley Sherman) Hey. Hey, you. Hey, come here. Let me whisper something very important to you here. Very important. [whispers in Ashley's ear] Fuck off. Get out. GET OUT!!

Gentlemen, line up, please. Quickly. I was ready for a successful, smooth service tonight. It was about as smooth as the fucking wrinkles on my forehead. Embarrassing. I can't see the talent I thought I had. I'm actually worried because I don't even think I've got a winner on the heels of tonight's service. There's no winning team. Blue team, red team... think of two individuals that you wanna lose from your team. I wouldn't base it just on tonight's service. Time to clean the house. Get out of here.

Steve, why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?

I had a really bad night, chef, but I have proof that I do know how to cook. I take this competition serious, and my goal is to work for you, chef. I will not be back on this chopping block.

Sterling.

I don't talk about what I can do, I go out and do it! (to Steve) How many times have you sent anything back these last few services of mine?! And how many he done sent of yours?!

Dude, I fucked up one halibut tonight.

No, you fuck up a lot! [interrupts Frank and nodding into an argument]

Unbelievable! The performances from both kitchens tonight were dreadful. The person leaving hell's Kitchen... [brief pause] Katie, give me your jacket. [walks up to Gordon with her jacket] You can cook, young lady, but you are not ready to be a leader.

Yes, chef.

Good night.

Good night. (after being eliminated) I most definitely could've handled Chef Ramsay. It was just the girls that I couldn't handle. Maybe I should have taken a chance at getting my eyes scratched out. I let strong personalities overcome me... and it sucks.

I'm not done yet. I'm not gonna tolerate it. And I am not gonna continue banging my head against the wall. Take off your jacket... [episode continues into the next episode]

I am not gonna continue banging my head against the wall. Roe... back in line. [long pause] Sterling... take off your jacket. Your team have given up on you, I haven't. You're in the red team.

Thank you, man. [hugs Gordon before joining the ladies] What's up, red team! I'm home! [high fives La Tasha and Jennifer]

(interview) We are so screwed right now.

The Italian Consule, they told me the calamari are raw and got no flavor.

Raw calamari, fucking hell. Unbelievable, ALL OF YOU, STOP! ALL OF YOU! Have I got news for you, raw fucking calamari. Touch them, raw. Yeah, raw calamari.

(interview) Ashley, what is happening? Undercooked? Seriously?

That's from the Italian Consulate table. WHAT IS GOING ON? WHAT IN THE FUCK IS GOING ON?! (to Sterling) Any ideas now? All of you, get out! Just leave me alone! Get out! GET FUCKING OUT!

(interview) Again? Fuck me!

GET OUT!! PATHETIC! GET OUT!!

(interview) From what I've seen so far, the Red team is kind of a let down for me, it's just ridiculous.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!

Last ticket! Come on guys, MOVE!

Alright, garnish is walking!

Okay.

Going up with steaks?

Behind you. [brings his steaks to the pass]

Here we go, story of the night. Tagliatelle? (to Aaron) Give me a fucking time, you.

Thirty seconds chef.

Thirty seconds.

(interview) I don't here any more yelling over there in the Red team which means the girls just got kicked out so we have to close this service down.

Behind, two tag. [brings his tagliatelle to the pass]

Oh, my God man. That is extraordinary. Happy now?

Yes, chef!

(to Steve) Yeah, fuck it. You start slow, he (Frank) sends raw food, clear down.

Yes, chef.