Grape jokes. So many grape jokes.
(to Tommy) Are you serious right now bro? Natalie is going to fucking snap if you tell one grape joke.
(interview; with a deep funny voice) Hey Guys This Is Grape! Hello! [laughs then groans in frustration]
If you hold on a second, uh.. you know I think my brain will work if I have "grape" expectations.
(interview) Please say one more damn grape joke. Please do it. Because, I'm going to fucking choke you-
Natalie, I feel like after my jokes, I've lost all ap-peel to you.
(interview; softly) Oh my god! [Natalie has enough] I am tired of these stupid fucking grapes. [throws the grapes away]
You know why? because I'm not peeling anymore grapes, this is as stupid as shit, and I'm not doing it....... [throws the grapes on the ground, and jumps on them like she is throwing a tantrum] I'M NOT PEELING THEM ANYMORE! NO MORE! NO MORE FUCKING GRAPES! I'M NOT PEELING ANYMORE GRAPES EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! THIS IS STUPID!
(interview) [says nothing]
PWPaul and Will
Do you feel better?
[throwing grapes at Tommy] Tommy I'm.... I'm going to kill you.
Unbelievable. [returns to the workstation] Hey, stop! This is ridiculous!
Oh, my god. We're so going to get thrown out again.
(to Elise) Is this the one you sliced?
Yes, chef. [touches the meat]
It's dry. What are you doing? You've been to New York, you've had your hands on the prize. This like night one in here.
And you, Elizabeth. You can't time and you can't talk to anybody. You've given up over there.
(calling Elise and Elizabeth out of the kitchen) You and you, fuck off out of here. Get out! Take that with you, just leave me alone. Get out of here, both of you! Fuck off up to the dorm... [Elise kicks the bin out of anger] (to Elise) Hey, you! Pick that fucking thing up! You want to serve shit, overcooked meat, now start kicking the bin! Wow! Un-fucking-believable! GET OUT! FUCK OFF! Pathetic! Embarrassing! Jennifer!
One cod, two New York strip, one Wellington yes?
[Gordon checks on the Red team's capellini]
(to Elise) Elise, give your opinion.
[finds that two of the plates have different amount of lobster] "It looks good"? "It's looks good"! [gets two plates from the pass] Look at this one with four little bits of lobster on. Twelve on there, five on that! LOOK AT THAT TO THAT!!! DAMN!! [pounds the counter; throws his spoon away] I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! COME ON!!
Jennifer, what do you want me to do?
WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?! Are you trying to sabotage me?! [pause] I fucking helped both of you!
What do you want me to do?! (interview) Why would I try to sabotage? I didn't have to sabotage! Jen's fucking up so bad on her own! [to Jennifer] Do you want me to put this up there?
Okay! Well, you have to give me direction! Like, you're just...
You know what, Elise? Back off!
[Gordon checks on the Red team's apples]
[slicing the apples] The apples are raw. Just touch that inside. [Elise touches the apples] Fuck off will you? CAN WE GET THE APPLES BACK IN THE PAN?!!
(interview) I had Elise cook one fucking pan of apples, and it's raw. This fucking bitch will do anything to get rid of fucking me. Anything!
You put them on, you put them on, not one of you can tell her they're undercooked. You don't care for each other!
(tearfully) I worked fucking hard with them for them, I make sure you guys are fucking great!
I did exactly what you told me to do.
Yeah, this is for the whole mashed potato thing. You know what, Elise? You're petty as you can be. You know what, I kept my mouth shut for a long time, I'm not keeping it shut anymore. War's on!
(brings her apples to the pass; to Elise) I don't need your help. Thank you.
I'm going to help anyway.
(interview) Is that how it's going to be? Jen's blaming me trying to make me look bad. She's going to regret not making a friend in me.
(to the servers) Go, please! [throws his apron on the counter out of disappointment] Anything to say?
[After the service in which the Blue team had clearly won and were rewarded with black jackets]
(to the Red team after another argument between Jennifer and Elise) Ladies, the only thing I can say to all three of you is get ready to plea for your lives. Because tonight, all three of you can be leaving this competition. Now, FUCK OFF!!
[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Elise; after finding out that it's raw, he has finally had it with the final five]
[returns to the workstation] All of you, stop. [throws his spoon away] Just fucking stop, ALL OF YOU. (to Elise) Come here you. Put your finger in there. [Elise puts her finger inside the salmon] Not pink, raw. I'm done. (to the other chefs) Leave me alone. All of you, fuck off out of here. All of you. Get out, please. Just fuck off. Enough is enough.
(interview) We are the final five black coats! And I'm getting kicked out of a fucking service! [pause] No, not cool!
Put them back in the pan, yeah?
[Soon after the final five already kicked out, Gordon changed his mind to put Paul and Will for their another chance to cook with him and Sous chefs Scott and Andi]
(to Sous chef Scott) Hey Scott, can you get Andi get Paul and Will back, okay?
We have fucking completely vigils be!
[Sous Chef Andi walks outside the kitchen to the patio]
Will, Paul, COME WITH ME.
(interview) The greatest kicked me off that you can ever have in my life that have Chef Gordon Ramsay. Saying you're know what it wasn't you, go finish what you started.
[After the end of service, in which Elise, Jennifer and Tommy were sent out of the kitchen]
Chef? I got to ask you something. Why did you send me out of the kitchen? I wanted to be back in there with my team. I should not have had to fucking leave tonight, and I could have fucking held it down and fixed it! I'm so fucking mad!
Fuck off, Tommy! Or I'll stick your fucking head in that oven and talk to you through the fucking gas burner.
[after a brief silence] Please don't rub anymore salt in the wound.
