[Gordon inspects some snapper]
Blue team! Frank! Speed up, let's go! Raw fish. How thick is the fish?
Thicker than last time. There's no two fish the same, right? But it's undercooked.
(interview) If I tell you to watch something, just fucking watch it, y'know? I mean, don't send it up raw.
Come on, blue team! Come on! [claps his hands and pounds the workstation] Speed up a bit now, okay? (to Frank) Are they in the pan yet?
Frank, get them in the pan!
Please, please, please! Frank, can you bounce back a little bit?
You can? [walks up to Frank and stares at him; Frank continues cooking without responding] That's it blue team, yeah, we've switched off?
DJDannie & Jared
No that's not it chef.
But look at his (Frank) FACE! (to Frank) Young man, would you like to go home?
(to Frank) Frank, bounce back. It's no big deal.
DJDannie & Jared
Okay, exactly, exactly.
Thank you. (interview) Like, "bounce back", you fucked me over. What do you mean "bounce back"?
I'm dragging four snapper!
Jared, Jared. I got two beef, two snapper in the pizza oven.
(interview) Here we go. Frank just tries to pass the buck
You checking the snapper over there?
(interview) That's what Frank does. Frank tries to be like, "well if my hands didn't touch it last, it's not my problem".
Snapper, right now! [brings the fish to the pass]
[After customers ate the fish, it was revealed its raw]
Ohhh, minchia. That's uhhh that's not good at all.
FDFemale Diner 1
The flavor was good and then I went towards the middle.
Maybe they thought you ordered some sashimi. Let me take this please. I'm so sorry, I apologize. [returns to the kitchen] (to Gordon) Chef?
They already waited for the fish, and they are raw inside. They're undercooked.
[drops the bowls of raw fish in the trash] Oh, FUCKING HELL.
Hey, from now on, don't-just don't touch the snapper until I look at it, please.
(interview) It sucks because I'm getting fucked by everybody else and I'm dragging now on fish because of them, but like, I didn't push out those snappers.
[after Gordon examined New York strip brought by Jared, it returns into the workstation]
Yeah. Hey, look. Well-done New York strip. Jared!
Two minutes on re-fire, chef!
[Gordon once again checks Jared’s steak and cuts into it]
[walks back to workstation] Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now. Not even the fucking marble of the fat. OVERCOOKED TO BLUE!
MDMale diner
[chuckles] I don’t think we’re getting our food anytime soon.
Alright, bounce back, guys. Come on.
(interview; sighs) Not again, dude.
Thirty seconds on New York strip re-fire!
Thirty seconds, heard! (interview) How can you go from extremely overcooked to raw? I don’t get it.
(to Gordon) Medium rare, chef.
[sees that the New York strip has been cut into] Oh, man. Fucking hell. [to Jared] Hey, is that you? Did—did you gash that?
I gashed that, chef. (interview; facepalms) Oh, shit. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I sliced it to check the temperature.
And what about the touch?
Chef, New York strips are difficult for me. (interview) The steaks are thick today, but you can’t say that to Chef. You gotta be like, "Yes, chef. Whatever you say, chef. Lick the floor, chef? Sure, no problem, chef."
(to Jared) I expect you to cook a New York strip!
...I’ll drop you off at the fucking airport!
