[When Joe was struggled to find an exact table; Marino helps him]
23. Yeah, what do you need?
I just need to know where the fucking is.
(to Manda) What's he (Joe) doing there?! What's the fucking fat little donkey doing out there?
[letting Joe back to the kitchen] Hey, 23 is this way, I'll show you, watch your language.
(interview) Regardless of what's going on in my head or in the kitchen, I'm a people person. I'm always good with the people.
[attracts with diners when serving tableside] How is doing today?
FDFemale Diner
I'm hungry.
Oh, okay. Well, we'll fix that in a hurry. (interview) I can always turn on the charm (smiles). [plates the tableside dish with...] Mascarpone sauce, potatoes.
[brings the plate to the hungry female diner] Here you go, enjoy. My mom never yelled at me this much.
Joe, get your fat arse in here, NOW! Hey you, come here?
[notices the dirt on Joe's chef jacket] What's all this on here? It is a brand new jacket? You look like a sack of shit on a hot day. YOU ARE DIRTY, YOU'RE SLOW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET OUT!!! GET CHANGE, HURRY UP!!!
I don't have another clean, chef--
Fucking find one! I don't care! FIND ONE! [to the rest of the Blue Team] Two Arctic char, two New York strip!
[to Joe] What do you need?!
A FUCKING COAT! COME ON! (interview) I would never think of talking back to Chef Ramsay. [runs down the hall and into the dorms] FUCK!! (interview) But a part of me was like, "Yo, bro! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?! You want me to feed these tables. or is this a fucking fashion show?!"
Blue team, redemption! Two covers of table twenty-three, fire two chicken, CSI: Miami actor. (to Eddie) Hey, don't fuck this up.
OBOmar Benson Miller
You guys are really waiting for that chicken, huh? I'm waiting for that chicken.
(interview) I've worked in Michelin star restaurants, so, you know, the guys are looking at me as the go-to guy in the kitchen. I'm gonna help lead us to victory.
[holds a pot and a pan] Garnish walking right now.
[Sous-chef Aaron points Eddie for his cooked garnish]
Ten hut, hut. Chicken in the pass. [in which it was found out raw and undercooked; Gordon returns the chicken onto a workstation]
All of you, come here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT?!
A little undercooked, chef.
(interview) You fucking worked at a 3-star Michelin restaurant cook chicken right!
[let the team sit on a chef's table] All of you, take a seat. Fucking get in there! YEAH GET IN THERE! GET FUCKING IN THERE!
OBOmar Benson Miller
We'll have some more bread! Starch out!
MMan
There is no room for the chicken.
(interview) CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigator not your CHICKEN SUCKS, IDIOT!
So who wants to eat raw chicken?
(interview; imitates explosion) Aahh! My God!
JJJoe and Jared
Nobody, chef.
WHO WANTS TO EAT RAW CHICKEN?
So why are you expecting them (points at Miller and crew) to do it? GET A GRIP!
[For the wedding planning challenge, the Blue Team accidentally cook seven dishes instead of six]
There’s seven plates up there.
I have one pork and two beef! Manda!
How many dishes are there up front?
There’s seven dishes, chef.
(interview; counts quickly) Yo, what the fuck is there seven up there for? Where’s the extra dish coming from?
Frank, you did chicken and beef?
Amanda told us she was doing beef.
(interview) This is not good.
And that’s the best you can do for her (Andi)? Can you just get your shit together?! [facepalms] This is embarrassing!
(interview) Everybody knew I was doing this rib eye! Let’s do some math!
I just want two beef dishes. Come on!
We’re keeping the steak Diane, and we’ll keep that one right there. That’s it, done.
(interview) I don’t know if Frank has a problem with me or females in general, but what am I, fucking chopped liver?
Brice and Chef Andi will select one of the four appetizers to feature on their wedding reception menu. First up...
Ariel, let’s start off with your seafood appetizer.
I did a grilled peso squid stuffed with lobster claw.
Andi, what do you think visually?
It's really opaque-looking.
Slightly phallic in terms of... looks like a bison’s penis. [Jackie and Ashley laugh while Ariel facepalms] Yeah.
[smiles] I didn’t want to say that.
[after tasting the squid] You didn't cook the squid enough. It’s still raw, it’s very chewy.
BBrice
Yeah, it’s just kinda off-putting.
[The Red team lost the service and had to nominate two for elimination]
Jackie, Red team's first nominee, and why?
Our first nominee is Ariel. The fish station completely collapsed. The scallops, everything was just bad.
Red team's second nominee, and why?
(to Jackie) They voted for you?
I really don't know. I believe it should have been Ashley, 'cause if I was on either one of those stations, I would have ran it way better.
(interrupting Jackie) We chose Jackie, chef, because of her lack of progress. It doesn't help us to have to be creative for her.
That's not true, Chef. What a mess.
The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... [a pause, then points to the blue team, who won the night's service] Joe. Give me your jacket. Joe, unfortunately, you are not ready to be the next head chef at BLT. Service after service after service, I'm not seeing any change.
Thank you for the opportunity, chef. (after being eliminated) Hell's Kitchen was much more grueling than I could have ever imagined. It's easy to be an armchair quarterback when you're sitting at home watching it, going, "Yeah, I could make a risotto". It's a much different story when you're in the line of fire with Chef Ramsay up your rear end. If-ifs and buts were candies and nuts, we'd all have a Merry Christmas, and I'm the one out here right now, so I'm the one that's got to take it on the chin.
(to Kristin) Kristin, give me your lighter?
Give me your fucking lighter?
Talk like fuck-- touch my lighter. You'll touch my fucking lighter, I'll punch you in your face.
Give me my goddamn lighter, Jackie!
Jackie, give me my fucking lighter!
Either light your cigarette or give me my fucking lighter!
[Jackie throws Kristin's lighter on a ground that became mad and frustrated]
(looks distressed) Ooohhh...
(enters the living room) What the fuck is going on here?
I'd stay far, far away if I were you.
You are disgusting ass bitch.
Don't fucking disrespect me! (throws the wine cap on Kristin's shoulder)
Kristin (gets mad) STOP FUCKING DISRESPECTING YOU! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!
What are you gonna do about it?
WHAT ARE YOU-- GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE!
GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!
What are you going to do about it?
(to Kristin) Kristin, sit down.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THE SHIT! (leaves Jackie's cigarette to throw out of Kristin's left arm)
YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! (Jackie throws out of cigarette ash to Kristin's shoulder) (gasps) Go ahead.
FUCKING DONE! FUCKING DONE!!!
GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE!
Get the fuck off-- (leaves)
(to Kristin) Go ahead! (Kristin ignores) PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, BITCH!
Are you fucking serious?! (exits the dorms)
(mocks) You fucking serious!
(interview) No! No, bitch! Sit the fuck down! Like I'm so over her causing a big scene like I don't know who the fuck you are with garbage can that you dragged out of but what the fuck is wrong with you?
As those ashes smell. (interview) Kristin, it's a game now and it is too fuck with your mind. That's what happens when you can't fucking strangle a bitch.
(to herself; acts crazy) CRAZY, DERANGED.
Hey, all of you, come here! Time-out! Come here, come here ALL OF YOU! Let's go (Manda) little lady. Come on! [calls the entire blue team into the pantry] The fucking chicken is raw!
WPWalter the Puppet
I heard the F-bomb, chef said the F-bomb.
Fuck! Look at that! Just look at the shit. I swear to God! [throws a chicken into a trashcan] I... I... I'd rather you just all fuck off out of here.
Chef, we can all pick it up.
[interrupts Dannie] You can pick it up? You need to untuck to pay that, your fucking head out your arse!
[After Jared sent the chicken to the pass for the special guest; Gordon has had enough]
Hey! (knocks his hand on the workstation)
WPWalter the Puppet
Have you noticed his hair is much taller in person?
The chicken is raw, who cooked that?
I put in the oven again, chef.
WPWalter the Puppet
"Good luck".
We may have a fucking dummy on the chef's table!
WPWalter the Puppet
Yeah, whatever.
I can't accept this anymore longer! I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT! JARED, GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
[Jared throws a fork across the workstation as he walks out of the kitchen]
Frank, please get two more down. Keep moving.
Guys, we need to push through this! I’M NOT FUCKING GOING DOWN LIKE THIS!
(interview) Frank should be kicked out, too! I mean, I’m taking the entire heat for this chicken. [flips over couch cushion in the dorms] GODDAMMIT!
[After Chad undercooked the French toast; Gordon has also had enough]
Hey, Red team! Red team! Look! Just it's not even, just as--
It's cooked one side. (to Chad; holding his French toast) Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! Hey, bon appetit! Now, fuck off!
MDMale diner
You just need to wait.
MDMale diner
Yeah, eat that.
(interview; groans) Oh, my god.
[Chad walks back to the dorms and sees Jared already sitting down]
Frank let me sell myself down the river.
Yeah, Ariel sold me up the fucking river.
While Chad and Jared commiserate, back in the blue kitchen, the rest of the chefs attempt to coordinate.
Here we go, Blue Team, one French toast, one chicken and waffles, two New York steak and eggs.
I'll drop the French toast. (interview) With Jared kicked out of the kitchen, its definitely added pressure, but I don't want to stand here, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get food and done out.
We gonna put these tables out. (to Manda) Manda, I need you to watch those French toast.
I need to know what it is. We're cooking for chefs, everything should be spot on. (to Frank) Frank, please keep an eye on my French toast for me, please? I just want to check this chicken.
I'm already turned them, I'm already turned them.
Okay, cool, cool. If you can run over (French toast) here, drop the waffle.
Alright. Manda, could you watch the French toast?
Two New York steak, one French toast urgently, yes?
I got two New Yorks ready to go.
(sees the French toast) Yep.
Who's cooking the French toast?
Frank. Frank was, Dannie was and then I was supposed to watch it.
[hurls the toast to a workstation and looks burned]
No, no, Amanda said she was gonna take over it. Man up to it.
(to Frank) I-- I JUST SAID I WAS GONNA WATCH IT!
Yeah. (interview) She is fucking useless. Useless! Don't throw me under the bus for something I didn't do. I'll pack this fucking girl's bags myself.
(Manda) Young lady, you are standing in right a front of it.
ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! (interview) I’m pissed the fuck off! They didn’t throw me under a bus, they threw me under a fucking Mack truck! [to Jared as she walks into the dorms] ONE MISTAKE! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! How many times did we send up raw-ass chicken?! It came back raw fucking three times!
(enters the dorms) I’ve been re-firing eggs all night, and every single one of my steaks was perfect!
I don’t give a fuck what you’ve been re-firing! All you’re doing is bitching to me about, "I cooked a million eggs" SO FUCKING COOK ANOTHER ONE!
Just cook another one. We’ll just all wait for Jared to get his shit together.
[flips Manda off] Fuck you. That was fucking low!
Fuck you! THAT’S FUCKING IT! [punches wall as he walks away]
