The person leaving Hell's Kitchen, all for the right reasons... Mikey. Get your fucking arse up here. [Mikey walks up to Ramsay] You backed your team up. But not just one service, two shit services...
[Flashback of Mikey's two miserable dinner services]
...and I can't work with that.
Take your jacket off. [Mikey gives his jacket to Chef Ramsay and leaves]
(interview) Chef Ramsay really didn't like my performance. I know I did crappy, but I still got my tattoo of Hell's Kitchen, and I wear it with pride. I don't regret a thing coming here, and I accept my fate.
[Salvatore is an assistant maître d' for tonight's service and brings tickets to the pass.]
Salvatore, show me. Oh my God! What is that? What is that?
Are you writing in Japanese? Fuck off will you, yes?
[Salvatore returns a wellington to the pass]
It's that she requested medium well.
Yeah, and it's not wrote on the ticket!
It's not on the fucking ticket! What do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck your team? Go in there, take it to them, there you go.
Now he's going to lose his shit. [walks into the blue kitchen] Guys, please, may I please have a wellington medium well? Please on the fly? Thank you very much.
Yeah, basically, it's not even written out on the ticket. So we sent it out perfectly, and it's not your fault, okay? [to Salvatore] Don't you dare! Hey, hello! Get rid of that plate! Take the fucking plate and fuck off!
(interview) I take and take it, only so many I can take. How much can I take?
(walking past JP) Fuck this.
I'm leaving. (interview) Sooner or later, you start breaking apart.
Salvatore... Salvatore...
Salvatore, hey do me a favour, don't - don't do that! Salvatore, fight back, young man!
Right here, chef. (brings her halibut to the pass)
[Gordon checks the halibut; finds that it's raw]
Dear, oh dear. Siobhan! (returns to the workstation) There you go, come here. Just touch in there, all of you and you as well Jamie.
Yeah, touch FUCKING THAT!! [violently smashes the halibut] So you're wasting all this time wiping her [Jamie] ass, and making yourself look stupid. Now I've got a raw halibut!
Siobhan is ready with her second attempt at the crab capellini.
Hot pan. (brings her capellini to the pass; Gordon checks it; finds that it contains lobster again instead of crab)
It's the lobster again. (returns to the workstation) I've got lobster in the fucking capellini!
Chef, I pulled the one right here that says crab.
Look! Look! Come here! (gets some lobster) What are they? Wha-wha-wha-
Oh, yeah. That is lobster.
Oh, come on. [shot of Kevin Frazier and his wife at the Chef's Table] Even though it says crab, look at it. What is it?
That looks like lobster, chef.
(interview) Crab was not crab. It was lobster.
(interview) It was lobster.
Here it is chef. I got it.
How can we not spot it twice, Siobhan?
My fault, chef. (interview; sighs)
Oh, dear. Scott! (returns to the workstation)
All of you, come here!! Just touch that beef. Just touch it, hurry up. (points to Jason) How's that temperature?
Yeah? How's that temperature?
(to Scott Hawley) That's fucking rare. I requested it medium!
It was medium-rare for me, chef.
You're fucking miles off! And each and every one in your fucking team said it's undercooked! Just get it in the oven!!
Everybody, come here a minute! Just touch that! I requested it rare!
There's a big fucking difference between rare and raw! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, SCOTT?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ON?
(interview) Scott fucked up twice; he destroyed us tonight. He should be gone.
(interview) Scott tries to be the leader, the best, bla-bla-bla, but that was still mooing.
It's bright white fat! It's fucking raw!
(sighs) We have blood sausage with a prune purée.
Already you look negative.
I'm not pleased with the plate, that's why I don't look happy. I'm really, really not.
[Gordon tastes the dish, then spits it out in disgust]
Ugh, that's shit. Who in the fuck chose prunes with blood sausage? Talk to me, red team!
[flashback to Scott Hawley telling Nilka and Fran to cook the prunes with blood sausage. In the present, Maria and Fran point at Scott]
(interview) It was his decision to put those items together on the plate, and Scott's trying not to own up to it.
It went completely wrong.
Understatement of the year!
(interview) I knew it. I'd rather have just gone up there with an empty plate, like "voilà, chef!"
That's a fucking disaster. (throws the plate away)
Right, Benjamin. What is that?
We have a pan-roasted pork loin, drizzled with thyme, star anise and baby bok choi. (interview) The dish that we did was a beautiful dish. The pork was fucking gorgeous.
That was delicious. Just... phenomenal.
(interview) I mean, I would have made love to it right there.
[The final round of the pork challenge, with the teams tied 1-1]
You know, when we had sweet potato, I was like, "sweet potato soup," and then ham-hock, and then we do a honey-infused oil. We put another pan over it and let it pressure cook, and like, one sprig again, of thyme, we just let it marinade. Not, like, a lot. At all.
(interview) I don't know, maybe I talk a little too much. I don't know if it's just flat-out a lack of self-control. It's just outrageous. Look at me now, I can't even stop myself.
Nice soup. The winning dish? (looks at Maria) Congratulations... (Maria smiles) ...you've just screwed your team! (Maria looks upset) Listen to me. I asked for the hamhock as the main ingredient. And you're serving me a sweet potato soup garnished with a spoonful of ham-hock? Blue team, congratulations. Back in line!
(interview) Wonderful. Idiot, I'm an idiot.
[Salvatore, as a waiter, hands his ticket to Gordon Ramsay]
Let's go. (looks at the ticket) Oh, Jesus. What is that there? What does that say? What - what - you went to school, right?
(shocked) You didn't go to school?
Came to America because my family needed me, needed money.
So what were you doing when you didn't go to school?
Working every day, chef, to feed - to help my father and my mom's bills.
Thank you for being honest.
I was being honest, chef.
[Gordon checks on fried chicken brought up by Scott Hawley]
How long's he been cooking this for? Scott: this chicken is like something from outer space. Just feel it a little bit. It's cooked to fuck! It's like something from a leftover fast food joint, Scott! Pathetic.
(interview) Scott's got the most experience, but he still screwed up the whole chicken section. I mean, just a complete disaster.
[Scott opens the oven door] Blackened bullshit chicken. [sees Maria next to the open oven] Oh my God. Close the fucking oven door! [goes over to Scott's station and closes the oven door] I don't want a conversation going on with the oven door open. She's (Maria) going to come pass with a fucking pan, walking back and BANG! One fuckin' arm in the fryer, one in the fuckin' stove! Now STOP IT!!
(interview) He was working so dangerous, Scott. He should've known better.
We never cook with the door open! Health and fucking safety!
This is the worst fucking night of my life right now. (interview) I feel miserable right now. Thank god nobody got hurt.
We're now the most dangerous kitchen in the fucking country!
[Only one minute remaining on the Red team's half of service on Barbecue night.]
[Gordon checks on burgers brought up by Siobhan]
Oh dear. All of you come here! ALL OF YOU! [Shows Siobhan that the burger is raw]
That's my fault. Completely my fault. It was the last one I did.
[smashes the burger 4 times] IT'S FUCKING RAW!
I should've asked - I needed more time.
STOP! Time's up. Enough is enough! Fucking shut it down!
[Maria returns to the pass with dates]
Because I sold the - I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.
So you're lying to me. You fucked up the order.
Not intent - Come in here you! Come in! Come in! COME IN!!
(interview) Surprise! I screwed up, again. [enters the blue kitchen] I wrote down shrimp and they wanted dates. Er, I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.
Basically, she fucked up the order! Yeah, she fucked up the order. [Throws the dates in the bin] Fucking bullshit!
With the clock running out on their two hours...
Come on guys, you got 25 minutes to go yes?
...the blue team is moving quickly but not carefully.
[finds fried chicken along with fries in the fryer] All of you, come here! [gets the fryer and slams it on the stove] So who's the fucking smart-arse? Who's the fucking smart-arse?
I put the chicken in there chef.
I just dropped the chicken in the fries chef.
Let's go! Go with the chicken! Come on!
Jason! Jason, look at me!
It's not fucking good enough!
It's a fucking fine dining restaurant, yeah? Not a fucking fast food pick up joint! Get the fries out of there first, then put your fucking chicken in there!
The fries weren't done, chef.
The fries are a fucking side! Get your chicken going and get the fucking - Listen to me Jason!
I'M DOING IT CHEF!! I don't want to put up with this fucked-up ass bullshit. It's fuckin' crazy. I don't give a fuck. Fuck it.
