How long, Gina? [Gina doesn't respond] Talk to your team!
Can you slow it down? I need about a minute and a half on my pasta.
Slow it down a little bit. (interview) Gina seemed to be in a rush to try to get things done, but the pasta wasn't ready, so I kept on pushing it back and pushing it back.
I'm walking with the scallops.
Oh, are you? Everybody else ready?
Hold on. Hold, 15 seconds!
[walks to the pass while Krupa continues cooking pasta] Walking with my scallops!
(interview) It's frustrating that she's not listening to me. She was focused on the task that she was doing, but there was no communication.
Lobster spaghetti coming right now, chef.
You're not—you're not even working as a team yet. Hurry up, Krupa.
[brings the lobster spaghetti to the pass] Chef, lobster spaghetti.
[Gordon tastes the lobster spaghetti brought up by Krupa]
Undercooked! [spits the spaghetti on his napkin] Fuck me. [returns to the workstation and throws his tongs away] Krupa! Taste that! Hurry up! [Krupa tastes the spaghetti] RAW!
I'll give you another one, chef. (interview) Gina definitely screwed me over - timing-wise - and I had no choice but to take it up like that and then take the blame for it.
Gina! Krupa! All I'm begging for is communication! Get it together! Start the table again!
[Gordon checks on lobster spaghetti brought up by Krupa]
Oh, my God! I'm so pissed off. I can't take it anymore. (returns to the workstation and throws tongs away) ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! AT MY FUCKING SIDE! [knocks his hand on the workstation] (to Elise) What's wrong with that?
There's no pasta! It looks like baby food out of a fucking tin! (to Krupa) IT'S DISGUSTING!! [slams the pan down]
From a soupy risotto to fucking spaghetti drowned in sauce!
(interview) Right now, appetizers is sinking the whole ship.
(to Krupa) Hey, you, you! Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! I can't bear to look at you anymore! GET OUT!
Two cod, one lobster, one wellington!
(to Tommy) Three and half minutes, yes? On the two cod? The wellington? [Tommy doesn't respond]
Tommy, how long on the cod? You're driving!
(interview) Tommy doesn't talk. He shuts down, he gets real quiet! And then he doesn't talk to Chef, and that's a sign of disrespect to Chef, so Chef gets even madder at him! (to Tommy) Tommy, how long?!
Tommy, you're keeping us all fucking waiting now!
I'm just going, chef. It's coming, I promise.
Yeah, then give me a fucking time!
I gotta redo that cod. (to Will) Can't put that out, right?
(to Monterray) Yeah, push it back. Five on that cod, guys. Five on that two cod. (interview) I'm being a leader for myself in Hell's Kitchen right now. I'm making sure things leaving my hands are perfect, and that's how I'll be noted.
Monterray! Hey, bozo! How can you keep on reheating your meat before it's overcooked?!
You don't know how to fucking do it!
It won't be, chef! It won't be!
Cod, sea bass, wellington, (New York) strip! I HOPE IT'S WORKING!
These are up for the cod. Can we plate this?
(to Monterray) Wellington!
[cuts into the wellington] Oh, my fucking God! [both halves of the wellington are raw in the center] Will, take a look at this. I don't think that's gonna pass.
If you don't think that's right, you need to let them know now.
Guys, I don't think it's right! Pull back!
Oh, fuck off! [slams spoon on workstation] Fuck off! (to Monterray) Come here, you!
I sent you four minutes ago! How can you continue cooking a wellington?!
I had two, chef. One was over and I still had one to send with the others, chef. And the other one was overcooked as well.
So they're both overcooked? [points at Tommy] You! Come here, you!
Last table was the cod, overcooked. Now it's the wellington. Let me communicate to both of you! FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!! Get out of here, both of you! PISS OFF! Get upstairs and fucking sit and high-five each other! GET OUT, TOMMY!
[The Red Team is waiting for the sea bass but still suffers communication problem between Gina and Elise]
[walks to the pass with sea bass] It's hot, chef. Very hot.
Oh, stop - fuck off, will you? [separates the sea bass, sees that it's raw] Aaaahhhh. [returns to the workstation] All of you! Come here! Raw bass! [points at the bass] RAW, fucking bass!
(interview) Oh, my God. Like here it comes.
Nothing at all? Anything to say?! Anybody? FUCK OFF! [smashes the bass as it splatters around the Red Team] (to Gina and Elise) Both of you, fuck off upstairs!
[After completing the dinner service, both Red Team and Blue Team gather in the Blue Kitchen with Chef Ramsay at the front]
I've had enough! I am so pissed off, 'cause I can't see a leader anywhere! NO INSPIRATION! NO COMMUNICATION! ZERO! (to Red Team) YOU'RE GOING BACKWARDS!! Winning team? No such thing. Both the Blue team and Red team, get upstairs and come up with two individuals for each team that could really make your team stronger - by getting the hell out of here. (Brief pause) Fuck off!
[The Red team have to make the cake for tonight's dinner service for their punishment; Carrie and Jennifer notice some of their teammates slacking off]
Alright, can we have a team meeting for five seconds?
This cake's gonna look like shit, and it's not funny.
Who's laughing? Stop saying that like no one's taking it seriously! (interview) Carrie got a big mouth as always. If she wanna try and get in my face with it, she better back down.
I wasn't saying that I was making a joke!
That's exactly what you said!
You said, "No one's laughing either!" Like, that to other people, makes them feel as though they're not taking it serious.
Okay, I'm not trying to make anyone feel inferior.
I'm just telling you what you said.
Elise, can I please talk for fucking once?!
You don't make me feel inferior. I just don't like how you try to act like no one else around you is taking it seriously.
(interview, impersonates Elise talking) "Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, Carrie! Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!"
You're a trifling-fuck bitch.
I'm about to show you, bitch!
You don't have to yell at me! I'm right here!
You better get out of my face!
Know that! You get up out of my face!
[Before the start of the dinner service, Gordon presents a cake for the high school reunion]
Where's the cake? Please? (to Scott) Scott, we are all order the special cake, right?
Very good. Excellent. What on earth? [finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made] Holy crap. Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess.
We thought it looked like sand.
Look at it! It's like a big Mexican sombrero gone wrong with someone shat on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you seen this disaster?
[raises his right arm] Olé!
Yeah. Let me tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. [brings the cake and hands it over to Sous-chef Scott] Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind putting it over there? Thank you.
[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]
[returns to workstation & touches on the center of the snapper as Paul approaches Gordon] It's cold in the centre and it's fucking raw.
I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! It's our first table! [smashes the snapper] I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! NOT TONIGHT!
[Gordon notices Carrie adding an old rice into a fresh risotto that she is cooking]
Carrie! Look at me. LOOK AT ME!
You're adding the old rice into the fresh rice, just reheating it. I'm watching whatever you're doing.
[responds hesitantly] No, I did a- some- oh- yes- I'll start over right now.
[Interrupts Gordon] (to Carrie) Drop that pan and start over!
She wants to cut corners! (to Elise) And you wonder why I'm pissed off?
No, chef. (interview) That's pretty stupid. My mind was blowing, I was like: "Well, Chef Ramsay sees it from who she (Carrie) is, the weakest of the team".
(to Carrie) I know the name of your restaurant: "Chez Leftovers".
While Carrie starts from square one on her rice, Chef Ramsay...
[asks for snapper] Snapper, please.
Yes chef, I'm pushing it right now.
[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]
It's fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you! [angrily throws his spoon away] I'm- I'm struggling! The fish is fucking RAW! [knocks the workstation] IT'S THE SECOND TIME! And it's the committee's table! You can't do that to me!
(interview) Paul's crashing and burning on the fish station like a Titanic, you know? It's fucking going down.
[angrily slams his towel] Fuck!
Jonathon, Monterray! On the fish!
(interview) I'm like, "okay." (to Jonathon) Come on. Let's go, let's go.
Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to put it together!
Don't yell. You did do what you got.
(interview) Chef Ramsay throws me on fish station, so I do what I can. And Jonathon's sittin' back and I'm like, "Dude! What the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please! Like, what is wrong with you?"
What the fuck is Jonathon doing?
I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.
(interview) Jonathon's sitting in the corner like some stray dog with his tail between his legs.
If anybody needs anything, just holler at me, okay?
(interview) So I guess I'm by myself, I have to step up and I'm like, more capable of doing this job.
[Brings the snapper to the pass] Right here, chef.
[Gordon checks the snapper; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the Blue team]
It's raw. All of you, come here.
Just touch that. [touches the top of snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it. Touch it. [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare- I am so pissed off! I can't take it anymore. I've had-I've had enough!
Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.
He (Paul) screws me, you (Monterray) walk away.
Where's your respect? Get out! Fuck off!
[Blue Team leaves the kitchen]
Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?
[The blue team nominated Monterray and Paul for elimination, Chef Ramsay also nominated Jonathon for his poor performance]
Paul, that was one of the worst dinner services I’ve ever witnessed.
I’m sick to my stomach for what happened tonight. I ruined somebody’s 20-year anniversary that they’ll never get back. I feel that I’m not done, chef. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I really, really don’t want to go.
I’m unconvinced. You disintegrated! You backed up the entire dining room!
I know, chef. I had the worst service of my life! I am so disappointed in myself, that I’m literally cringing–cringing of watching you at the pass, and I’m shitting on you every fucking table, 'cause I couldn’t get my shit together! I don’t want that to ever happen again, and I have enough determination to ensure it WON’T fucking happen again! That’s why I still want to be here, because MY FIRE ISN’T OUT!
