[Louie has brought up his signature dish]
Sausage gravy over biscuits.
Yes. I sell about five gallons of it a week.
Gallons? What, you sell this to pigs?
No, actually, I own a diner.
Uh-huh, okay. And how much do you charge for that?
[Gordon tastes some of the dish, and quickly spits it out in disgust]
What's wrong with it? It tastes like gunk.
[glares at Gordon] (interview) Hundreds of people eat that in my diner each week. I don't think it was worth spitting out!
(interview) I feel like a dog that's been taken off his leash. I'm hungry, I'm hungry and I want this, and I'm going to get this. None of them will get in my fucking way.
This right here's a roasted veal chop, with roasted root vegetables.
Uh-huh. Lovely colour on there.
What a shame, the Brussel sprouts are rock hard. Are they supposed to be that crunchy?
(gives a sprout to Joseph) Will you have a little taste for me please?
Absolutely. You got a fork? (interview) I ain't no animal. If there's a fork available, I like to fucking use it.
You can bite that. You're a big boy.
I'm not an animal. (interview) Do I look like a caveman? Do I eat with my fucking hands?
Don't get defensive. Relax.
(interview) I was like "Damn! Throw it down, Chef Ramsay!"
(interview) Me and him, we're gonna go head to head, without a fuckin' doubt. I will drag him out to the parking lot by his fuckin' jacket and stomp the shit outta him. That's bullshit! I nailed that fuckin' dish, he knew it and I knew it. No fuckin' way!
(to Tony and Amanda) Let's go.
[Tony and Amanda went in front of Gordon to present their dishes]
Two seconds chef. I need to grab one thing.
[Amanda returns to the pass to get two shots of tequila]
(interview) I'm definitely asking Chef Ramsay to do a shot of tequila with me. It goes with the dish.
Margarita French toast with tequila lime butter.
Show me? [looking at Amanda's dish] I thought you were joking. You're cooking a slice of fucking toast dipped in egg with...
(interview) One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four... (cuts to Amanda took a shot of tequila) Give me a lot more! Keep on going!
[Gordon was shocked at Amanda]
(interview) Are you kidding me? (laughs) Why would you do that?
[raises a piece of toast with a knife] That's it? (brief pause) What the fuck were you doing for 42 minutes? Because that takes literally 3 minutes. SHOCKING!
We have a poached lobster and savory portobello mushrooms. (interview) My dish is very rich and succulent and luscious and velvety. You just feel what's happening on your mouth and the satisfaction that comes. [laughs]
[Melinda lifts the lid off her dish, revealing that the mushrooms make up most of the dish, with just a few small chunks of lobster scattered around; Gordon is shocked]
Where's the lobster tail? [portions her dish] Where's the fucking tail?
During the cooking process, I had some challenges.
[Gordon raises the "tail"]
Poached lobster tail, where's the fucking tail? [grabs Melinda's plate and throws it in the trash] Absolutely fucking pathetic!
(interview) Dang... That's another zero.
But moments from opening, his optimism...
[sees some fondants at the pass] Oh, dear. Who cooked these?
[calls out Lovely] Lovely!
Which they're not... come here! Why these are cooked? We put it in the oven when the order comes on.
We haven't even opened yet and you cooked them.
(interview) That's all we have to work with. We're fucking screwed.
[raises one fondant] Look at that! [scoops the fondant and drops it] Look. It's like a fucking hockey puck. Oh, my God! We're not even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!
(interview) That's it. The end.
(interview) Obviously I was thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns!
Look at me. Three scallops cut in half means what?
I've got four! Are you doing this on purpose to get me going?
(interview) Don't insult Chef Ramsay's intelligence.
So look at me. Count to six for me.
Yes, chef. (interview) I just wasn't paying attention. Ones and twos, and threes and twos, and I thought I had yahtzee at one point.
Jim, one minute out, drop six pieces of scallop.
Look at this. I swear to God, [gets some scallops] it's the kind of shit you'd expect Tiger Woods to tee off with. Look at it. Rubber, rubber, RUBBER! [throws the scallops away]
But, they have to start over.
(on Melinda's cappelini) It's limp and shit!
(on Tek's scallops) It's fucking raw! [throws the scallops away]
(interview) We've only had one table, but have made the same dish six million times. That's chaos! That's like apocalyptic chaos!
Louie? Did you just put the lamb in the oven?
OH, MY GOD! [calls out the entire team] Hey guys come here quick! At least you know, Louie's on entrées and the fucking lamb goes in the oven like that. No salt, no pepper, no seasoning, not even seared! [slams the lamb on the plate] (to Louie) Louie, why do we sear meat?
To lock in the juices, sir.
To give it colour, to improve the flavour!
(interview) You're a man. There's a primary instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.
For the eighth time, can I have one fucking scallops and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini?!
Let's go! This is RIGHT this time!
(to Melinda) Okay, you taste the pasta and you tell me.
First check it, we're rolling! Let's go, we can do it! (Melinda tastes the capellini) Is it cooked or not?
(to Melinda) Is that cooked? It looks undercooked.
(tastes the capellini) Not cooked.
Nah, that's not cooked. Not cooked. (Melinda throws the undercooked capellini away) Oh, my God! Why did you throw that away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove, put the lid on the top and, 30 seconds cooking it! What do you do, you just... trash it straight away!
(interview) Melinda... she had that deer-in-the-headlights look and that'll kill you.
(Discovers more capellini thrown in the bin) Look at all this fucking... who's putting all this in the bin?! How many portions are you putting in there? How much is in the bin?! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
An hour into dinner service and the red team has cooked ten appetizers. But unfortunately, none of them have made it to the dining room.
(to Melinda) Hey, madam, how much capellini are you throwing away? (Melinda doesn't reply) Look at it! What are you doing, Melinda?! What are you doing?!
[Melinda begins attempted interview and doesn't speak]
(interview) That girl's gonna lead us to destruction. She's stupid! [shakes her head] Man!
[Gordon notices Louie cooking spinach in a pan instead of meat]
He's cooking the spinach! Why?
I–I thought I had to put it altogether, chef.
I'm doing lamb, and–and rack of lamb, and chicken!
SO WHY ARE YOU COOKING THE SPINACH?!
I thought it went on the plate, sir. (interview) I was just trying to get a head start. Maybe Chef Ramsay should just pull the panties out of his ass or something.
We got enough problems cooking lamb! I don't want you touching the fucking spinach!
Chef, let me do the lamb. Bring him over here, please.
Listen, listen. Listen to me. Hey, listen to me, yeah?
[puts hands up] Absolutely.
Hey, and right now, big boy—Hey! I'm looking like a fucking idiot!
[raising his voice] I GOT IT!
(interview) Joseph, we're not at war. We're just in a kitchen, so calm down and let's cook some carrots.
Salmon, lamb please, how long?
Hey, what's that piece of shit there?
It's supposed to be the salmon.
Holy fuck, look at that. It's like a... bison's penis - what is that shit? [opens up the salmon wrap, revealing the interior to be totally frozen] Look at that! Stone-cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon in the freezer?
Me. I fucked it up. (interview) The salmon was my fault because I stuck it in the freezer instead of the fridge, and it was frozen.
Yeah, you fucked up, big time!
All the salmon's the same, I think we're gonna have to eighty-six it.
Yeah, 'cos she's wrapped it frozen.
And we have five on order.
(to Amanda) Hey, ditzy! Great job!
[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Louie]
Louie! [raises a chewed up piece of lamb] Wh... what is that? What is that? Did you bite that? Look! That's one, that's the other! IT'S ON THE SAME FUCKING TABLE!
(interview) Louie's lost. He's out of his league.
[Gordon discovers a huge amount of lamb that Louie had wasted]
What's all that lamb here? Look at this! Hey, Van! You and Joseph! STOP! Look... at... this! Look! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! LOUIE!
Fuck off back there. GET OUT! YES, get FUCKED, pile of SHIT! Hey, get upstairs, get your bags packed.
Can I help? Can I help in the kitchen?
Yeah, you can help me: GET OUT!
(interview) You want me out? You want me to pack my fuckin' bags? I'm out. My bags are packed. HE CAN KISS - MY - FUCKING - ASS!
With the kitchen at a complete standstill...
Chef Ramsay is left with no choice.
(to Joseph) SWITCH IT OFF.
(to the red team) Fuck off.
(interview) Anybody sitting at home thinking they can do this...Good luck. It's tough.
(interview) I've never had a dinner service like that. It was a complete and utter nightmare.
It's been a long and disastrous night in Hell's Kitchen - but Chef Ramsay's work isn't done yet. It's now time for him to put his plan into action.
[Gordon sits with Robert at one of the tables]
First of all, it's bloody good to see you. Yes.
Thank you, chef. Thank you.
You lost your opportunity due to health reasons... right now, I'd love you to seriously consider [pause for effect] coming back into Hell's Kitchen.
(interview) I've a second chance, and you know, you don't get many second chances in life. [to Gordon] I would love to take that offer. [applause from the other tables]
