[During the Blue Team's reward where they are having Shrimp Cocktails with Gordon]
It's a treat to be sitting here by Chef and not being screamed at.
Trust me, each and every service, you're going to get stronger. Have you any idea how much shit I've taken in the kitchen? And the more I took, the better I became.
(interview) What am I learning by shooting shit? Nothing. What gets accomplished by running your mouth? Not a thing.
I didn't come here for lunches you know. That's not what I'm here for. I'm not going to lose my eye on the prize.
Well, we're fired up too, man. I'm not relaxing because I get to have a good nice lunch with the chef.
It's good to get out but I don't really care.
(interview) Joseph, he's a complete dick. He's a little hotheaded, and he's being a little too intense in the way he disrespects Chef Ramsay.
[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass after seeing Van serving tableside to a Red diner]
Chef, he's going to the wrong table.
(to a Red diner) I'm going to get yelled at right now, but I'll be right back. [returns to the pass] (to Gordon) Yes, chef!
That's the Red table. You're running the Blue. Hey Bozo, give me one scampi special on the right table.
Thank you! (to Jean-Philippe) Hey, what's the matter between you two?
There's a language barrier there.
What do you mean a language barrier? He's speaking English, you dick!
I know, but he's from Texas. [Gordon rolls his tongue around]
(to Van) Don't run in the restaurant, please?
(interview) Jean-Philippe better stop trying to tell me what to do. I know that.
I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode, my friend! Listen to me!
(interview) WHOA, WHOA! JP! He's about to like pound him down. DAMN!
(to Van and even turns red) Listen! Listen! LISTEN TO ME!
(interview) I cannot believe I'm seeing this.
(interview) He's going to fucking hit him.
(to Van) We have a problem here!
(to Jean-Philippe) Don't touch me, bro! You better get out of my face! (JP pushes Van)
[Gordon sees JP and Van fighting; becomes furious]
OI! Hey, stop! Hey both of you, come here! (referring Van) Bozo, both of you, come here! NOW!
I'm going to fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're going to get it down and it's going to be a first round knockout.
(referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.
DON'T SHOUT! [shouting] WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!
He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.
(interview) Bitch, shut the fuck up. He thinks he's some kind of boss man around here and he ain't nothing.
(to Van) Calm down, listen to him. (to Jean-Philippe) And you, pay a little bit to respect. [points to Van] And if you do your job, [points to Jean-Philippe] And if you do your job, we'll come together. 'Cause right now, you're turning the whole place upside down, are you going to do it?
(referring Van) If he listens to me.
(to Jean-Philippe) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
Yes, I will if he listens to me.
(to Van) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
[Letting Van out of the pantry first] Ladies first.
Just a second. I'll cook it a little bit more.
[sees what Andy is doing] Oh, no. Oh, dear. We're cutting up a piece of chicken and frying it off. What do you think it is, chicken nuggets? OI!!! Come here you! Now you've cut them up like it's a chicken nugget, and fryin' them off?
(interview) Andy, if you're sitting there all night long with a meat thermometer on your arm, why are you not checking the chickens? What the fuck is it doing on your arm? It don't look good on you.
[grabs Andy's pan] Is that how you cook in Whistler?
So why are you cooking it like it now?
[Gordon throws the pan into the sink]
(inspecting the bass) Sea bass is raw... Lovely!
It's not! It's SHIT! C'mere! Sea bass is raw! Translucent and pink!
Yes, Chef. (interview) The sea bass was not raw. I didn't see any pink, it was all opaque. (brings the refired bass up to the pass) Chef, the refired bass is coming up. (interview) So Chef Ramsay, get'cha eyes checked, 'cause, you know, he is getting kinda old.
(holding up the now burnt sea bass) There you go. C'mere, you. There you go. She sends out black sea bass!
(interview) Uhh, Lovely did burn the sea bass. I don't believe that Lovely knows how to cook.
I didn't ask for blackened cod! (throws the bass in the trash)
One roasted crown chicken.
Yes, chef. I'm ready for it.
[sees that the chicken is burnt] It's burnt, the chicken.
It's crispy and burnt. Oh, my God!
[calls the Blue team] Hey, come here you! All of you! Both kitchens are down and they're waiting. So we're standing here and we got fuck all going out! Nothing! That's where I draw the line. I'm about to do something I've never done before in Hell's Kitchen!
(interview) It's a desperate time. I don't know what's going to happen. For all I know, we're all going home.
I have no option now! There's one fucking thing that you can do here, it's a fucking shrimp cocktail. Do you know why? Cause it's not cooked! Give me a fucking shrimp cocktail!
Give me some shrimp cocktails now. Jean-Philippe! I'm serving shrimp cocktail. At least they're going to get something to eat! Hey you, nothing cooked! Nothing seasoned! Crushed ice in a glass with ketchup!
(interview) When Chef Ramsay says "You know what, stop cooking and just send out cold stuff!" That's embarrassing.
Let's go. Shrimp cocktail. Let's go.
With no cooking required...
...manage to get shrimp cocktail to the dining room.
With the compliments of Chef Ramsay.
LLady
A shrimp kind of night. Isn't it?
Hey ladies, come here. Hey, come here! Come here!
(interview) Everybody's like freaking out! Like Chef Ramsay's going to walk over with a fricking machine gun and like [imitates a machine gun] blow us all away!
The entire fucking dining room has shrimp cocktail. That's a first for me. You just turned my restaurant into a shrimp stand. And what's the point of going on? Shut it down.
(choosing which chef to nominate) I don't know. Van's the one that almost punched JP. (to Van) I think you need to be up there.
Fuck you, Jim! Dude, I don't give a fuck-
I'm just fucking saying, bro.
You can't almost- You can't almost punch a waiter in front of the dining room!
I'll punch you in your face!
That's how you're going to go out? You're going to come at me?
Suck my fucking dick. What you wanna do, bro? STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! You're about to get fucked up, bro. [mocking Jim's decision] "Oh, I think you should go up there." Bitch, I was out there rocking the dining room. They love Van!
(interview) Van's a powder keg. His temper starts going, and then he has this fuck-the-world attitude.
(while walking away from the blue team) Stop looking at me like that, bro. I'ma fuck you up.
(interview) Burn yourself out, dude. Burn yourself out with all that anger.
(to the blue team about Van's meltdown) You don't talk to your team like that.
[After a disastrous dinner service in which both teams lost, the Red team has already nominated Lovely and Tennille for elimination, and the Blue team is about to nominate two of its chefs]
Blue team. Joseph: let's be honest, that's a pretty sorry battalion you got there, isn't it.
Who's the first nominee for the men?
They can speak for themselves but they know who they are.
Hey smartass, I asked you to tell me. Who's the first nominee, and why?
No problem: Tony, and Andy.
Listen... I know you may be slightly stupid. First nominee and why?
First nominee and why? Tony. He knows why. We sat down as a group and they wouldn't pick each other. You know. No peer pressure! We're men!
Just, just just - what do you want, a fucking medal?
What do you want me to fuckin' say? What do you want me to say? They know who they fuckin' are. We chose as a group and they stand out and they said they belong there. Stand up, they know who they are.
[approaches Joseph] Listen, you chippy idiot. I asked for one nominee and why, plain English. And you're mouthing off, and you couldn't answer me. Now can you just tell me, in fucking plain English, the first nominee, and why he's nominated. Is that fucking clear?!
Thank you! [walks back] Unbelievable! One simple request, who and why, and you make a big fucking song and dance about it!
I ain't no fuckin' bitch, chef, I don't give a fuck. I ain't no bitch.
He's trying to bring the best out of you. You got to look past it.
He's not bringing the best out of me.
Shut your fuckin' mouth is what you should do right now.
I'm talkin' here. I don't give a fuck about you. I didn't come here for you.
You want to be an executive chef, Joe?
You signed up to fucking learn and grow, and...
Yeah, shut your fuckin' mouth.
Okay! Answer the fucking question!
You keep talkin' like this, I'll have you out in the fuckin' parking lot! I don't give a fuck. What do you want me to say?
I ask the fucking questions, YOU give the fucking answers!
[takes off his jacket and walks out of the line] Fuck that shit, dawg. I ain't here for that! [approaches Gordon and tosses his jacket at him] You want the fuckin' jacket? You want to talk some shit? Let's go step outside, mo'fucka! [gets in Gordon's face] I ain't here for that, dawg!
Wanna talk about fuckin' fighting me?
You think I'm scared? Ah? Look at you.
{ Joseph Tinnelly: Yeah, keep talking for the fuckin' cameras.
{ Gordon: You've just blown your...
{ Joseph Tinnelly: Would you step outside?
{ Gordon: I'm standing here.
I asked you one simple question, and you couldn't fucking answer me. And then you want to get all tough and up close and personal.
Ain't nothin' but a bitch.
Fuck you, you fuckin' bitch. [Double flips off the chefs] Fuck all y'all! Right? [the guards lead him out, he trips over the step]
Yeah, watch the step, bitch.
What an idiot. Total, total shame. [kicks Joseph's jacket up to the table]
(outside the restaurant) I don't need this and that. I don't need some limey - fuckin' - prick - talking to me like that. Without skippin' a beat, I'll go back home, I'll work. Anybody who fuckin' hires me to work in their kitchen, and they'd be PROUD to have me there. FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM.
Ladies, ready. Scallops here, Chef.
Let's go. You've got no color on the scallops. Shit. Tennille! I've got no color on the scallops. Look, they're boiled.
(to Tennille) That happens when you put too much oil in the pan. They end up marinating themselves, ok?
(interview) Suzanne likes to Hear. Her. Self. Talk!
There's too much oil in the pan.
(interview) She needs somebody to smack her in her face and tell her to shut the hell up.
What are you doing with them now? You can't put the same ones back in the pan! Oh my god.
YOU CAN'T PUT THE RUBBER ONES BACK IN THE PAN!
Just forget about that one, Tennille. Here, give that to me.
(interview) You're talking to me! You're talking to me!
(interview) Get out of the way, and let me cook my food!
Can you do it? Or shall I do it?
You ready? On those scallops? How much longer?
Tennille, if you sink our ship, I'm going to be pissed.
Fuck! What are you doing? What are you doing?
There's too many people talking to me at one time, and I'm just trying to do what you told me to do.
Take control of the situation.
Let's go, madame! Scallops please with the capellini, yes?
Yes, Chef. Yes Chef. (interview) Man, I almost sank the ship! (bringing scallops up) Scallops to the pass. (interview) But after they got out of my way, I was good to go. Did anybody notice that?
[The blue team has to clean up the dorms as punishment]
Right now, I want to just win a challenge. I want to win. I went all through my life other people thinking I'm fucking too fat, too slow, too this, too that. I ain't about to be a loser, I hate it.
Good, Robert. That's how you should feel. It kinda sucks that, you know, the intensity is coming out during being punished and not necessarily during the...
Ah, Robert, what do you want me to tell you? You could've won, you didn't. You know, but the competitive part should come out during that time and not afterwards.
(throws his broom down) I fucking almost died last time for this fucking shit! Don't tell me I ain't fucking-- I don't-- I don't give my shit 110% dancing around that fucking line like Fred Astaire all fucking day up in this place! LAST SEASON, I ALMOST FUCKING DIED FOR THIS FUCKING SHIT!! AND I'M HERE AGAIN AND I DON'T FUCKING LIKE LOSING!!! (snaps his broom in half)
[both teams are coming down to the wire during service]
(rushing with the chicken) Right behind you.
Go now! (to Andy) Hey, fucking nitwit. That is fucking raw.
Oh man! (interview) Here we go again!
(gets in Andy's face) You get that ready by the time the rest of the fucking table is ready to go, you got it?!
[After a solid good dinner service for the second time in a row]
Right, that was close. Ladies, you've beaten by the sides.
(raises her right hand) Chef, can I get a play-by-play on that?
Yeah, first of all, okay? I'm telling you, straight to your face, you lost. And here's one more thing: you did have one more member than the men. They did it with 11 arms. So play-by-play, take it on the fucking chin, with a little bit of respect. End of fucking story.
