[Gordon receives a bad order of risotto and cavatelli as the red team tries to finish appetizers]
(to Red team) Hey. Hey, all of you! Come here!
Tasting Lesson #17. Taste the sticky, over-reduced cavatelli and the bland risotto! No richness, no sumptuousness. Nothing! I have no idea what you two are doing!
(interview) I didn't fucking train for ten years to have some fucking asshole next to me not keep up with risotto.
Hey, here's what happening! It's the last table of appetizers...
...when you should be at your height! And that tastes like it's at the fucking bottom.
Yeah, disgusting. Sticky, bland...
No, what were you gonna say?
(interview) "Oh, please Chef Ramsay. Can you give me another chance?" Seriously?! "I'm a girl in puppy-dog eyes." That shit doesn't fucking fly. Are you kidding me?!
The last table of appetizers. "Let us try again." What do you think I want? All of you, GET OUT!
FUCK OFF! And what did you say, Sarah? "Can we try one more time?!" GET OUT!
(interview) I'm so angry. I literally want to start punching bitches.
(imitates Sarah) "CAN WE TRY ONE MORE TIME?!"
One wellington, one lamb!
Close it up and get back in for a minute.
Alright. Mike, we'll give it a second, okay?
No, like, I need a minute. Okay?
Michael. I said a minute! (interview) I'd rather have Chef Ramsay yell at me for taking too long than have him yell at me for sending him undercooked lamb. (to Brendan) Brendan, bring it up.
[Gordon checks the lamb brought by Nick]
Hey, the lamb's full of blood. All of you, come here. Who donkeyed that?
I sliced the lamb first, chef.
And what did you tell yourself?
It was a little under, chef.
No, it's a lot more than a little! [cuts into the lamb] Raw white fat. [slams fist onto the plate]
Fuck off, all of you! GET OUT! Shit beginning, shit middle, and a shit end!
(interview) I'm a little furious right now. I hate fucking losing and getting kicked out of the kitchen.
Get out, get out, get out! GET OUT!!
[Michelle brings a macaroni and cheese to Gordon, who tastes it and spits it out]
Oh my God. Fuck me. (to red team) Hey, all of you.
Come here. Yeah, HURRY UP! Taste that!
[Everyone on the red team grabs spoons to taste the mac and cheese]
Who made that?! Who fucking made that?!
I put the extra salt in at the end, chef. I'll fix it though!
Michelle, there are young children!
(interview) I don't mind taking control of situations, especially if I feel like I have a handle on it. I got this shit! I got this!
[Bret starts pouring an old batch of risotto into the pan with the new one]
Stop. Stop! (to Bret) Come here! Bring that fucking pan and bring that pan here! All of you, come here!
That's the old risotto that's gone three, four minutes ago dumped into the fresh one.
What in the fuck are we doing?!
(interview) Now we're in trouble.
Cut the bullshit! [slams fist onto table] COME ON, GUYS!
(interview) Bret used the old risotto into the new risotto, and you never do that! You can't do that!
My fault, my fault, MY FAULT!
How dare I do that! How the fuck dare I do that!
(interview) He likes to think of himself as our quarterback, but a proper quarterback wins, you know?
(to the red team) All of you. All of you! There's the last New York strip. Look how well done it is. It's just so basic!
(interview) You have an idiot and a clown on the meat station, and they're just fucking everything up.
Is anyone going to step up and say anything?! This is an embarrassment! [throws meat onto the table] Get out! GET OUT!!
(interview) This is a complete, epic shitshow!
[As the red team leaves the kitchen, Sous Chef Andi shows Gordon a burger that was brought back]
[Gordon follows the red team into the hallway carrying the plate with the raw burger]
Hey, ladies! Come here! Who cooked the burger? Burger's still raw. [pause] Whilst you stare at your raw burger, and I re-fire that table myself, I suggest you come up with two nominees that you do not want on your brigade. Fuck off!
(interview) There were little kids out there. It pisses me off completely! There were families out there. Families. Simply atrocious! Shame on the red team!
Whose raw burger was that?
That was my bad. I thought it was ready. I'm not kidding, like...
Sarah, it's a rare burger!
I understand! I don't know how to cook burgers!
Oh my— (interview) A burger! Who in America does not know how to fucking cook a burger?!
Sarah, I need you to bring your confidence to the fucking party. You are a good chef! Stop fucking second-guessing yourself!
Yeah, that burger was a huge problem. But on the same token, are you fucking serious that you don't know how to cook meat?! (interview) I've been on that meat station. It's so easy! Mieka is not good, but Monique is a complete dead weight. She is just a body taking up space. (to Monique) Monique, straight up, it's your second time on meat! How many times?! Second time!
Yeah, I fucked up in the beginning. The second batch came out, they were under, but I got my shit together.
YOU NEVER GOT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, MONIQUE!
You didn't go with truffle butter yet, right, Josh?
No, I did truffle butter! You're putting too much butter!
I didn't put butter in it!
You put a lot of butter. (interview) Adam's struggling on the risotto. He's very confused.
Risotto's up, ready to go whenever you guys are good!
You gotta get these hotter! You gotta let this reduce! (interview) Adam, come on, man. It's simple mistakes! What's going on, are you sleeping? Wake up for me!
It's coming right up, chef.
[brings risotto to the pass] Here you go.
[Gordon takes a spoon to taste the risotto before bringing it back into the kitchen]
Hey, look at my risotto. [holds pan up to show the risotto stuck to the bottom] Look, just stuck! Hey, it's glue! Glue!
(interview) Adam better tighten the fuck up. If you can't cook the risotto, you have no reason being in Hell's Kitchen.
Look at it! It's like a fucking clock! What am I supposed to do, hang it on the wall?!
A risotto clock, Joshua?!
That was me! That was me, chef!
With Bret's soggy salmon killing the blue team's momentum, over in the red kitchen...
Monique! You have to get all that done! Can you do it?!
I'm working it right now. I'm ready.
...Monique's struggles on garnish has the ladies' first order of wellingtons and lamb dying at the pass.
Have you tasted any of your garnish?
Yes, chef. I've been tasting.
[to Gordon as he checks the garnish] You all right with that?
[touches eggplant] It's fucking raw. (to red team) Hey! There's nothing worse than a bitter, raw eggplant, yeah? It's just solid! Just...[slams fist on table] it's just solid! Look!
Oh, yes. Oh y–Oh, YES?! OH, NO! IS ANYONE ENGAGING?!
[holds a salmon brought by Christine] Oh my God. Wait, wait. Wait! All of you!
Get your arses over here!
Undercooked rice. But here's the insult–I got raw salmon as well! It's fucking raw, it's not even pink!! Hey. Hey, all of you, come here! Come here.
[Gordon follows the red team into the pantry]
(interview) Like, seriously? Oh my God. I can't believe–I... [sighs]
What is going on?! That risotto was disgusting. Those salmon were raw. Who cooked that salmon, first off?!
I cooked the salmon, chef. I lost my train of thought, I should've just focused!
I swear to God, the next mistake, you're out of here.
I just have to put it out right, chef. I'm sorry. (interview) Lamb takes fifteen minutes, start to finish. So we're just fucking waiting. We're waiting and waiting.
This fucking lamb's still not cooked! STILL NOT COOKED!
How long, two chicken, two lamb?
No. It's one–one minute out.
Garnish, Milly, to the window!
Milly, I need you to wait another minute. I–I'm sorry. The lamb's just–it's not cooked yet.
So then don't tell us two minutes! Tell us four minutes! Don't lie to us! Don't lie to chef!
Did you just shut down the kitchen? Now we look like fucking idiots! I asked for one of you, two of you, three of you to start showing some leadership qualities! NO ONE'S STEPPING UP! WAKE UP!
[The red team start prepping chicken wings in the kitchen for punishment]
I look like a fucking moron right now. (interview) I'm not feeling so good after that loss. I don't like to fail and I don't like to be embarrassed. (to T) T, put that on there! It's not even fucking on! GAHHH!! This is like, no way. Seriously, it's nuts. (interview) I don't like this fucking horseshit that's happening in the red kitchen right now. (to red team) Come on, guys! Let's go, or I'm gonna fucking ride your ass!
Ugh! (interview) Meghan is just annoying! Like, we're already in the shit...
[Meghan brings the whole red team into the pantry]
Meghan, what is that look on your face about?
(interview) ...and she isn't helping! (to Meghan) What happened?
Are you kidding me?! This is fucking easy as shit! Correct?!
It's annoying, it's stupid!
I can't do this anymore, guys. Like, seriously...
I don't know how this is gonna work!
...I'm about to, like, fucking nominate myself so I can go the fuck home so I can stop being embarrassed. I'm fucking sick of this shit!
So done. (interview) I am not a quitter. But at the same time, I cannot handle it if we lose another service. I'm–I'm gonna, like, go through the fucking roof.
Two risotto walking in one minute!
I need a minute and a half!
Okay, Roger! Copy! One minute and a half on the scallops!
Scallops are not fucking cooking!!
(interview) I'm trying to put risotto out, but scallops was just not going anywhere. (to Nick) How long out on the scallops?
I already told you! ONE MINUTE!
Okay. Ready, walk risotto.
If I hear him say "risotto" one more time, I'm gonna cut my own dick off.
Come on, Nick! I need to plate the scallops!
Walking! Two scallops, chef.
[checks scallops] Scallops are overcooked. Fucking hell. They're rubber. [to blue team] Hey! Hey, hey! All of you, come here. Just touch them, how overcooked they are! We're waiting for them, yet they're overcooked! I don't get that!
We're gonna go with two more halibut in that pan.
No, they're right here. You only need four there, right? You have two there already done. (interview) Brendan and I are just cooking fish. It's a fucking free-for-all of fish! Fish everywhere! And they're all cooked improperly!
(to Brendan) Hey, can you have two halibut? How long? [pause] Can you just give me something, Brendan? Just something.
Guys, I need fucking help here!
(to Nick) No, you gotta help him! He's your partner!
We have to talk to him! It's a team effort!
I'm walking with two halibut!
[checks center of the halibut] Fucking hell. Hey, hey, hey.
All of you, come here. I'm gonna go fucking crazy. [separates fish with spatula] Raw. Raw, raw.
(interview) Brendan could not get it in the middle. Either it was overcooked or it was raw. Stop somewhere in the fucking middle and you'll be right!
What is this? [points at Nick and Brendan] You and you, fuck off! GET OUT! Milly, Bret get on fish!
Where's the fucking lamb?!
Slicing lamb now! I need a sizzle platter!
(to Josh) Hey, you! Come here, you! Bring that over. [shows Josh the bad platter of lamb] One third of them overcooked, and the center bits are raw. When you slice it and it's not right, wh–wh–what do you do?!
But no, you slice it more? Get out. GET OUT!
