[Gordon asks for scallop salad in the Blue kitchen]
Melissa, scallop salad, how long?
I'm all out of scallops chef.
I cooked the shit out of all the scallops. I fucked the team chef.
What the fuck are we doing? (gets the rejected scallops on Melissa's station) Oh, my God...
[Gordon pours all the scallops on one plate]
Just come here, all of you. Stop. All of you, Vinny! (gives the plate of scallops to Russell) Take the plate, take the fucking plate! Pass it around!
Seven pounds of scallops.
(interview) She just can't cook.
(interview) Melissa must have cooked about ten pounds of scallops, all cooked off to the garbage.
(interview) It is just fucking embarrassing.
[gives Gordon a ticket] It's your family.
Here we go. On order: six covers, table one.
Three wings, one mozzarella, one risotto, one truffle salad.
(interview) We better get this fucking order right.
Three wings, one mozz is coming chef. Vinny, are you ready on the risotto?
Vinny, I need the fucking risotto! What are you doing?
(interview) I can't sit there and [waves his hands] go like this and have my risottos' magically finish.
Hurry up Vinny! We've got to go up now!
Yes, chef. (interview) I grabbed the risotto I had just sent up for the previous table. There's nothing wrong with it.
Yo, I'm going up with the risotto, guys!
No, that's not fair. That's old! Trying to get away. Hey bozo, come here you.
Yes, chef. What happened?
Shut your fat East-Coast mouth.
This table that you just sent me that shit for happens to be my family!
(interview) Oh, no. What are you doing?
And even if it's not my family, they deserve a fresh risotto. Look at me--
--you dirty little fucker! If you can't be bothered to do it, fuck off out of here! Do you want to go home? Whether it's my family or not, if your family were here, or your family were here, or your family, I'd make YOUR family or YOUR wife or YOUR children a fresh FUCKING risotto! He sneaks that in there. Yeah. That's the shit I served five minutes ago!
Everybody's really happy, apart from your family.
Apart from my family? Come on, Vinny!
(interview) Yes, chef. Sorry, chef, won't happen again. That's all he wants to hear and I'll fix it.
IT'S MY FAMILY'S ORDER! One salmon, one beef, one macaroni and cheese, one bolognese, two burgers.
Let's go, guys. Let's make it happen.
The men are scrambling to get entrees out to chef Ramsay's family.
Chef, I'm coming up with the salmon.
Two beef coming up to the pass. Two burgers, one bolognese up.
Where's the macaroni (and cheese), please?
All right, I'm a little behind right now on garnish.
(interview) I am in the weeds so high, I don't know which way is up. (sighs)
When are we gonna get a little help on this garnish, man?
As soon as I can breathe.
(interview) Russell claims he was in the weeds and couldn't get to me. What did Russ do-- a few chicken fingers and two burgers? FUCK THAT! How dare he not slide to help me? I'm pissed.
I'm behind, and we're gonna be fuck on an own doesn't jump with me here.
(interview) I don't know where he got off thinking that we were gonna be his bitch tonight, but that was definitely not my role. I'm here to do my job. I'm not here to babysit you.
Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen...
All the men need to complete the Ramsay family table is Rob's macaroni and cheese.
(to Vinny) Vinny, get your ass over here. He's weeded. He's weeded bad. What do you mean? (to Rob) Two macaronis! Get him two macaronis. LET'S GO! You got two people working on your station. Now I do, it doesn't matter. Now you do, so don't put up dog shit!
So if he's not ready, then FUCK HIM! (referring Rob) I'll send it separate, okay?
Service, please. [four of the five orders served to the Ramsay family] Come on, guys. Keep it together! In England, we eat at the same fucking time.
TRTana Ramsay
(to son Jack) What did you have, Jack?
JRJack Ramsay
I am having the macaroni and cheese.
(to Rob) Come on, Rob. It's my family. My son's still waiting for the macaroni and cheese. Now I'm worried now.
(interview) Here we go again, dinner service is going horrible.
[holds a tickets waiting for his son's macaroni and cheese] Rob, move your ass! Hurry up!
Russell (interview) It's Mac and cheese, bro. It's not steak. It's not chicken. It's easy.
[Nona and Rob are up for elimination]
Rob, give me your jacket, big boy... (Rob takes off his jacket) ...because it's filthy and dirty. This is a clean one, get it on and get back in line!
[Gordon checks on gnocchi brought up by Trev]
All of you, come here! What night is this? What fucking night?
Important night of the year!
Yeah, the most important night. Is this the most important gnocchi you've ever cooked?!
Fuck off will you? (slams the pan on the workstation)
(interview) That looks like a big-ass booger.
Wake up, Trevor! Nothing's coming out! ON A NIGHT LIKE TONIGHT! WAKE UP!
(to Trev) My lobster's up and you have no garnish.
(interview) Get off my pass and let me cook!
(to Holli) Trev is gone tonight. What do you think?
(interview) This is not what he needs. Trev sucks. Dude, are you stoned? Like, did you smoke a joint before you came in here?
Trevor, you can't serve with those carrots in a burned pan.
Oh, no. I am going to fucking fix it.
Do not help me! Get the fuck out of my ass! Don't fucking help me!
(interview) He is so stupid.
Does anybody need help right now? I'm good on app(etizer)s.
Could use a hand over here, definitely.
How many are on the garnish? One... two... three of you. Sabrina garnish, Nona garnish! Trev, what are you doing?
(to Gail) Gail, go over to the garnish as well, and might as well.
(interview) I've never seen Chef Ramsay called over the entire kitchen to help one person. Ridiculous. [to Trev] The squash is burning.
The squash is what? Burning? [facepalms]
Three broccolini, one squash! One squash is in!
Where's the fucking broccolini?
Dude, Trev, you have to put the basket down or it's gonna stick.
Give me three broccolini! (to Trev) Hey, you, come here! I haven't sent one garnish out at the same (slams fist on the workstation) fucking time! I haven't sent them out yet! Do me a favour: Fuck off back and get some fresh air!
[Trev has just been thrown out of the service into the hallway]
(interview) I'm pissed at myself, 'cos I'm supposed to be the guy that can do anything. I feel like shit because I've let them down. They expected me to be Superman, and Clark Kent showed up.
[Vinny brings his lobster to the pass; Gordon checks it]
Uh, it's cooked alright. Half of it is mush on the outside and the center's well done.
[returns the lobster to the workstation] On a night like tonight! You (Rob) keep me dragging for the chicken! You (Boris) keep me dragging for the appetisers, then Vinny sends me this.
(sarcastically) "I'll fix it."
(interview) We're going down in a heap like a California mud-slide.
(brings his chicken to the pass) Going up with the chicken!
It's pink. [returns the chicken to the workstation] All of you, come here!
(interview) Uh-oh. It's fucking chicken, Rob.
Pink, pink, don't dare touch it... pink, pink. All of you! What are we doing here? [Shows the faces of Boris, Russell, Christina & Rock, the people in the dining room, Danny & Holli, Vinny & Rob] GET OUT! Get out of here. [angrily throws his spoon at the Blue team as they exit the kitchen] GET OUT!
[points at red kitchen] They're on their fifth ticket, you're on your second.
We gotta come back from this. Let's go. Push it out!
Yes, chef! (brings scallops to the pass)
[checks scallops with Sous Chef Scott] There's no colour on there.
He's just not starting with the pan hot enough.
[returns to workstation] I've got no fucking colour on my SCALLOPS! [angrily drops plate] FOR FUCK'S SAKE!
(interview) Come on! Let's get through a fucking service, please!
I gave them a minute each side!
What's that gotta do with it? Where's your oil? They're fucking raw! [starts cooking Rob's raw scallops] You take them out when they're fucking cooked! Their table's eating bar one!
(interview) Ninth service, and Rob still can't cook scallops.
Rob, the largest one is the thickest one, so that comes out last.
(interview) I mean, Rob... Are you a complete fucking idiot?
Sorry about the delay, let's go.
That won't happen again, guys. I got it.
[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Rob]
[returns to workstation] Fuck! Off! Yeah, come on. (to Rob) Come here you. Look at that. It's like split vomit. Look at that. Hold on, it gets worse. [splits one halibut in half] Raw. [angrily throws the halibut away on the workstation] Fuck off!
Quit saying sorry and just go! Guys, we need to GO!
Here we go, yet again. Nothing's coming out! Hey, (Rob) you! Come here, you! Come here, come here you. Come here, you. [leads Rob into the dining room]
(interview) Here goes Rob. Bye, Rob.
You've got five minutes to wake up, otherwise you're history. [Rob and Gordon head back into the kitchen] Hey, hey, hey, hey, big boy. And I mean five minutes! I'LL DO IT MY FUCKING SELF, AND I'LL DO IT ON THE SECTION MYSELF AND I'LL RUN THE FUCKING HOT PLATE ON MY FUCKING OWN!
[Gordon and Nona at the beef station]
Hey look at me! You are not evening listening! I'm trying to help you!
I know chef and I am taking on what your are saying!
It (Three Beef) should be fucking seared by NOW!
It will help if the pan was on!
Fuck off will you! (Starts walking down to Nona's Station) Get out of my WAY! Look (Red Team) at that! Does that look hot enough to sear three beef? Let me show you (Nona) something! LOOK! There you go! (Takes the three beef out of the pan showing that the pan is not hot enough) It's hot Chef! (Sarcastically)
Get out the way. (Nona walks back slowly) Get out my fucking way. Get out my fucking way. (Nona is at the back of the kitchen) GET OUT MY WAY!
Alright, fine. (leaves the kitchen)
FUCK OFF! (Nona leaves and returns to dorms)
Start working that station (meat)!
[Gordon returns to the workstation with gnocchi]
Yeah, crispy one side and raw. They're raw underneath. [throws the gnocchi away] Hey!
Hey, GET OUT! Fix your fucking hair! Fuck off out upstairs, get out! Fuck off!
(interview) Of all the things, fucking gnocchi. Gnocchi of all things.
Garnish is in the window! [brings his garnish to the pass]
Coming to the window with chicken! [brings his chicken to the pass]
[checking Russell's chicken] My fucking head's throbbing! [returns to the workstation] (to Russell) That is raw!
Get out, Russell! Get out! Because the chicken's raw! (to Rob) Hey, big boy. One more fuck-up, you're next. Except it won't be up there, it'll be [points at dining room] FUCKING STRAIGHT OUT THERE!
(interview) Chef Ramsay's pissed! Fuming! We're going down like a sinking ship, and there are no lifeboats left.
[Rob brings his halibut to the pass; Gordon finds that it's raw]
[quietly in Rob's ear] Get out.
Why chef? (interview) Ah? Did I hear that right?
It's more than two hours into the dinner service. (shot of Russell, Vinny and Nona) Three chefs have already been kicked out of the kitchen, and much to Rob's confusion, he is about to join them.
Hey, come here. Why? BECAUSE THE HALIBUT'S FUCKING RAW! THAT'S WHY, CHEF ROB! GET OUT!
Which leaves only one chef left to complete service in the blue kitchen, and ironically...
(interview) The whole service just fell on my shoulders. I'm just going to have to push the fear down and fight through it.
Ooh, la la. Well done, Trev. Service!
(interview) It was like a big light just kind of opened in the dark sky, and I'm getting it.
[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Vinny]
Un-fucking-believable. Vinny! Are you fucking kidding me?! With a man like that and his reputation, ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!! (slams his hand on the workstation) OH, COME ON!!
(interview) Don't serve it if ain't right. You should know better, Vinny.
JCJosiah Citrin
If my lamb was here, these guys wouldn't be getting yelled at.
It's still fucking walking, LOOK AT IT!!
JCJosiah Citrin
I love it. Get 'em, Ram- Get 'em, chef!
[pauses for a brief moment] THIS IS CAR CRASH!! Trev, Russell, Vinny, DO SOMETHING!!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!
[Vinny brings the bass to Gordon]
I don't know about that bass.
This is not possible. You're done.
You're done. That's what I get served, look, come here, all of you! He brings that pissing over, and the big surprise is the FUCKING BASS IS FUCKING RAW!!! [throws the bass onto the floor] WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!
I'm gonna get through this, Chef.
[Gordon throws his spoon onto the table, and goes the the Red Kitchen]
I'm gonna get through it.
