It is chorizo-encrusted pink snapper.
Where in the fuck's the snapper?
That's the snapper there?
Okay. [tastes] God, fuck. Do you think you can really seriously eat all that without burning your mouth? What a disappointment.
Now you want to fucking argue. Back in line.
Yes, chef. (interview) I think he looked at me and said, "This guy's really confident", and I think I intimidated him.
(interview) Food is sex, and everybody likes sex, and everybody likes food. I want to make people feel like they just had great sex.
Unfortunately, it's raw. Raw foie gras. Take that. [gives a piece to Josh and they both taste] Thank you.
(interview) That foie gras was goddamn perfect.
That is way, way, way too salty, my man.
(interview) OK, I'll give him, it was a little salty.
Very few of the chefs have impressed Chef Ramsay with their dishes. Now, it's down to the final chef.
Oh, fuck me. Whose is this?
(dressed up as a cowboy) It's me, chef.
I left him parked outside, chef.
I've never met an Asian cowboy.
(interview, laughs) I knew I shouldn't have worn this outfit!
You are one chunky monkey, aren't you?
It's finger food chef, so.
How big are your fucking fingers?
[tastes part of the dish] This...is nice, just throw all that away. Your biggest problem is you don't know when to stop.
(interview) My plate was full, but, heck, I would've eaten all the food on the plate.
With the red team in shambles, Chef Ramsay turns to the blue team for some reassurance.
Aaron, how are you feeling?
Sorry. [starts to cry] I can't believe I'm crack-- I'm cracking up right now.
Keep it together! For God's sakes, man!
I don't know what's going on! [continues to cry]
Now you're making me feel nervous! I am not going into service with this level of incompetence. You know that.
(outside, to the waiting diners) Not too good... not too good...
Stop fucking crying. Stop, STOP! Do you want to go and lie down in the dorm?
No, sir, I'm fine. I'm fine, chef. I apologize. I'm fine.
(to Vinnie) Hey, just come here, you. You're putting water in the risotto.
Chef, I put water in the risotto, we don't-we don't have any left(over) stock.
(interview) Well, hmm, stock is made of water, and vegetables are made of water. No harm, no foul. That's all we have.
[tastes] It tastes like gnat's piss. [coughs] Stop it! Look at me now, okay? Get off the section! Brad! Hey, get on there. Get your arse on there. And stay on there!
While it's total chaos in the red kitchen, in the blue kitchen, the retirement home chef seems to be feeling all of his 48 years.
[washing his face with water] Oh, fuck.
(interview) I'd like to see Aaron get better.
(interview) Get better at cooking.
I'm kind of dizzy right now. I'll be back in five, gentlemen.
(interview) He just gave up. I would never walk off the line short of being punched in the face. Finish your night.
[Aaron walks into a store room and takes off his jacket. Gordon follows him in there.]
[whimpering] Chef, I don't want to quit because of me. I don't want to quit because...
But, I don't want to quit because of the guys, they're trying so hard. Everybody's trying really hard.
Hey, shhhhhhhh. Relax, relax, relax.
With Aaron taking early retirement from the meat station, Josh jumps in and tries to save the day.
Two minutes -- Eddie, are you okay with two minutes on that?
Come on guys, no bickering, let's do it!
(interview) I was born for this.
Come on guys! (interview) Unfortunately, I myself walked into the deepest pile of the shit.
How many portions of chicken are overcooked?
One, two, three, four, and that's all the chicken that we have, chef.
So we've got no chicken anywhere?
We have no chicken, chef.
We don't have any fucking chicken, we don't have any more Wellingtons, we don't have any fucking lettuce! We haven't served any food! How could we be out of anything?
(to the red team) Your tables are now getting up... pissed off, and leaving! Nothing's getting done.
[cuts to the blue kitchen where Eddie's pan catches fire]
Eddie, fill those out. They're going to taste like fucking lighter fluid.
JJoanna
People fucking me up right now.
Maryann, are they arguing again?
(to the red team) STOP! [calls out the red team] Come here. Shut it down, forget it. Service, (to Jean-Philippe) we're shutting it down.
You've got every right to look down, because that was embarrassing. Ladies, I've never seen girls bitch so much. It was just evil and twisted. Hell's Bitches. Vinnie, 60 minutes without any appetizers. What have you got to say?
I didn't know what you wanted. You didn't want to show me. So what did you want me to do?
You two-faced lazy little fucker.
(interview) All I could think to myself was, "Please shut up. Who are you talking to? Are you serious?" I just couldn't, I couldn't believe it.
What do you want me to do? Wipe your ass?
(to the customers) My name's Aaron. I'm a chef. I'm one of your chefs tonight. And welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
(to Jean Philippe) What in the fuck is Aaron doing in the dining room?
My name's Aaron, and I'm a chef in Hell's Kitchen. Welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
He's talking to customers.
He's talking to customers.
My name's Aaron. Well, you already know my name because it's on my shirt!
Get that fucking donkey out of there!
45 minutes into dinner service and Eddie's spaghetti has brought the blue kitchen to a standstill so Chef Ramsay turns to the women for a little hope.
Spaghetti, scallops how long?
[sees what Bonnie is doing] What are you doing? What are you doing?
I'm doing 3 scallops, chef.
See? I called one spaghetti, one scallops, then she's doing three scallops.
I thought I heard... I'm sorry. Okay, one scallop.
[Gordon tastes Eddie's risotto at the pass]
Eddie! Oh, no. Oh, no! [returns to the workstation] ALL OF YOU! Taste it! It's inedible! [spits it out] It's way too peppery and you wouldn't even serve it to a fucking PIG! (to Eddie) Get off the section!
ELEddie Langley
Yes, chef.
ELEddie Langley
Yes, chef.
[Gordon tastes Brad's risotto at the pass]
Taste that. It's overcooked and peppery, Brad! Fucking wake up will you please, yes? That's the second one by two different cooks. One fucking risotto, as quick as possible please.
Josh, what are you doing there, what are you doing there with that chicken there? Is that dry?
It looks dry from here. Just touch that, that's the skin, my man. Yeah. Yeah.
Yes, chef. Yes, chef. [Gordon smashes the chicken from the plate] (interview) Did that honestly just happen? What just happened?
That's it, fuck it! [throws the chicken on the floor] That's dry.
You, you, you, you! Hey, you, you! Come here! You, come here! Hey, you! Fucking come here, you! [calls out Aaron] Where's that fucking cowboy? Aaron! [Aaron enters the kitchen] Now you've (Josh) got dry chicken. You fucking donkey. You (Eddie) can't even do a fucking risotto, you know that? You (Aaron) can't even filet a fucking fish! You, you, you, you, you, you, fuck off out of here. Get out. GET OUT! The fucking girls will finish the meal service. Get out!
