[Josiah Citrin has finally been served his entrée but disapproved of it for being overcooked]
[to the Blue Team] All of you, so you fucking go there. You grace his table, he looks after you he comes in here and look at the treatment. Hey [to Trev] have you ever won a Michelin star?
No I haven't. I haven't even won one!
Yeah there's a guy out there with TWO MICHELIN STARS AND LOOK AT US LIKE A BUNCH OF FUCKING PRICKS! Well done! Unbelievable!
[Gail brings her fifth lobster capellini re-fire to the pass; Gordon tastes a pasta strand before spitting it out]
Gail! Look, I've got raw pasta! [picks up several strands of undercooked capellini] Hey, look at it! It's standing up straight! Look, madam! It's like a fucking thong leftover from a fucking night out in Vegas! COME ON!! All of you, just taste that, will you?! Taste it! Taste it! That's what you're sending me, taste it!
It's hard. [Nona spits out pasta into a trash bin]
(interview, groans) Bad night. Bad night for me.
Hold on, hey. It gets worse! [lifts pasta pan to show another pan with raw lobster underneath it] Touch that.
(to Gail) Every lobster you sent me tonight—Its been undercooked, overcooked! Undercooked, overcooked! Now, it's [slams fist on workstation] FUCKING RAW! Look at me! Get out!
Yes, chef. [leaves red kitchen for the dorms]
Get out! Get OUT! (to Jillian) Fish and garnish!
(interview) That fucking lobster! I failed my team. I failed Chef Ramsay, so, um... It hurts. [sighs] There's no crying in the kitchen.
[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Sabrina]
Oh, no! What is that? Sabrina! That is cooked to fuck, and that there, fried risotto?
(interview) Come on, Sabrina! Don't start us off like this!
I want risotto, not fried risotto!
How long Trev, two spaghetti?
Four? Four minutes that is pasta getting to cook in four minutes, Trev?
THERE'S PASTA IN THE BACK!
(approaches to Trev and yells at him) Hey! You watch your mouth right now! You don't stand over there and scream, I'm the one that's waiting for food from you, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND COOK THE PASTA!
(interview) Now I'm trying, all you want to do is berate me, belittle me, get on my ass? Piss off!
Talk about out of fucking control.
There's no teamwork, there's no care, there's no passion! FUCK OFF!
(interview) I've never seen such chaos!
I'm dying, I'm dying, I'm fucking dying!
(interview) He's gonna kick us all out of the kitchen.
(interview) We're done, this is over.
COME HERE! [pause; to Sabrina] What's wrong with you?
Look at me! Hey, look, you ignorant bitch! Look at my fucking eyes when I'm talking to you!
I'm trying to work, chef. I'm trying to communicate.
(to Trev) You! What's wrong with you?
(to Russell) Hey, you! You may bark, but there's shit all coming out! [to Gail] And, you, look! Hailbut's STUCK TO THE PAN! [slams fist down]
(interview) We don't deserve to wear the black jackets, and this far into the game, we should be able to run a kitchen.
For GOD'S SAKE! [throws spoon across the kitchen]
[Gordon checks on rib-eye beef brought up by Russell; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it]
It's raw in the centre. Russell. (goes worried) Stop. (throws spoon on the floor) I can't take anymore. I can't. I can't do this. (throws tantrum) I CANNOT DO THIS ANY-FUCKING-MORE! I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! IT'S NOT FAIR ON FUCKING ME! (overviews to tell the customers) IT'S NOT FAIR ON THEM! (to the final six) GET OUT! FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Yeah, that's right. Get out! GET OUT! (to Trev; tosses a blue steak to him) Hey, catch your blue steak. Fucking blue.
(interview) This sucks. The horrible feeling and it feels like going down to the world.
[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]
[Gordon returns an undercooked appetizer to the workstation]
(to Trev) Hey bozo! [does a stop signal; angrily knocks the workstation with both hands] Just all of you, look at me now! It's like you're doing it on purpose!
Hard, undercooked, and stone-cold. Three beef… hold on hey, just put your finger on that. Look at us! WE DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!! WHERE'S YOUR PASSION?!! (angrily throws his spoon) I'm done standing here in a bunch of idiots! (throws his apron on the workstation) Fuck you all! Good luck, superstars! [he and Sous-Chef Scott exited the kitchen and left] Fucking useless. Aiyayayay.
(interview) We are fucked. Come on.
SCSteven Cojocaru
Aw, there he is.
(interview) This is over. Over.
Holy shit! What the fuck just happened?! Chef is pissed!
[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Nona]
(tastes) It fucks me off. [returns the risotto to the workstation] STOP! (to Nona and Trev) Come here you! (to Russell) Come here! (to Jillian) And you as well! Have a fucking good taste! [Gordon tastes, as well as the final four]
(interview) Awesome. It's freaking great. I love what's happening right now.
What's the first thing that comes to your mouth?
Pepper! (interview) Yeah, can we have some risotto with the pepper, please? Refire.
[spits out the risotto in disgust] Three stunning risottos away.
Yes, chef. (interview) Sucks, sucks, sucks.
[After dinner service, the remaining four debate over who should go home]
I killed it on garnish tonight! There's no reason I should go up for elimination.
I thought I had a great night, too. (to Nona and Russell) I'm nominating you two. You guys were the ones who had fuck-ups tonight.
I had a good night. My votes are Trev, and... my second one is Russell because of the scallops and the halibut. (interview) Russ was not perfect tonight, and Trev did not do too bad, but it's hard to go wrong when you have Chef Ramsay wiping your ass for you.
My votes are for Trev and Russell, too.
(interview) What the hell?! (to Jillian) What happened to the plan?
[Flashback to the dinner service]
[in the flashback] Let them get put up for elimination tonight. Even if they do good.
[in the flashback giving Jillian a high-five] Boo-yah, shocka!
[Back to present]
(interview) Jillian's selling me out.
I'm definitely voting for you, Trev because of your attitude and communication lapses. It's fucking ridiculous. (Trev just shrugs) If you talked to me like you talked to me before about that salmon, I would have slapped the shit out of you! (Jillian and Nona stare at Russell in shock) If you ever think you can cop an attitude like that with me, best believe you're gonna catch one to the side of your fucking head!
New order! One spaghetti, two scallops, one truffle salad! [pause] How long?! [no one responds]
(interview) Nobody's listening to anything Trev says. Just like, "Blah-blah-blah," coming out his mouth!
Knock it out, guys! Let's get 'em in, get 'em out! [Nona continues to ignore Trev]
(interview) Nobody respects him, and that's why while he's on the pass, everyone's ignoring him.
One spaghetti, two scallops, one truffle salad! [beat; Sous Chef Scott looks up]
NRNona & Russell
Yes, chef!
The chefs may not be listening to Trev, but that doesn't stop him from calling more tickets.
One salmon, two beef, one wellington! Six minutes to the window!
[facepalms] Stop two beef, one salmon, one wellington! 'Cause we haven't the fucking appetisers yet!
"Son of a bitch?!" Ah, [throws spoon] fucking hell!
(interview) Trev sucks. Sorry, Trev, you suck.
[During the penultimate dinner service; Jillian is the last on the hot plate]
After failing to notice Chef Scott's swapping of the meat, Jillian is on high alert.
You’re not sending that shit out. That one looks like crap! Fire a new one (halibut), fire it now!
It’s ready right now, if you want it.
COME ON! (interview) Trev, you’re fucking up and it’s not right. [Trev brings his fish to the pass] This one’s skinny as shit and that one’s fat as fuck! You got a different one?
It’s gonna take six minutes if you want me to do that!
Well, this is not how they look on the same table! It’s bullshit!
They’re not all cut equal!
(interview) Jillian is just [makes a clawing motion with her hand] "RAWRAWRAWRAWRAWR!!!", all over Trev!
[checks on more halibut brought up by Trev] TREV!
YOUR HALIBUT IS FREAKIN’ RAW! Come here! Come here! Look at that shit, dude! It’s fucking raw! COME ON! HOW MANY TIMES ARE YOU GONNA DO IT?!
As many times as it takes?!
As many times as it takes to get it right!
WELL, FUCKING GET IT RIGHT, MAN!
Doesn't make any sense to me.
(interview) I just don’t understand, like... I don’t get it.
You’ve got to control the kitchen, otherwise the kitchen controls you.
Yes, chef. (to Trev) YOU’RE SCREWING ME ON THE PASS!
Dude, they’re all different fucking sizes!
Jillian, you have to convict this! This is just not good enough! [to the Black Jackets] LISTEN TO ME, IT’S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! (to Trev) YOU MAY WANT TO SCREW HER, BUT YOU’RE NOT GOING TO FUCKING SCREW ME! COME HERE, YOU! Next time you fuck her again, or fuck me on one halibut, you’re fucking out! NOW WAKE UP! A JOKE’S A JOKE, BUT QUIT IT!
(interview) I wanted to throw a fucking hot pan at Trev’s head. Stop making me look bad, do your job! (to Trev) Move it!
[Trev brings up his halibut, which is finally perfectly cooked]
Now, yeah. You know how it feels standing here, yes?
Yes, chef. It fucking sucks.
(interview; after finished second) I'm pissed. I'm not happy at all. I chose the team that I wanted, and I thought they would help me win. In fact, they helped me lose, so... you know, thanks a lot, guys. (to his dad) I felt like I was being sabotaged. (interview) You will never get a job in any city I work. I'm gonna definitely blackball you guys, because you guys fucked me so royally tonight.
