Hell's Kitchen, Season 11

Gordon:
They're fucking raw. Fuck off. (to the Blue team) Hey, raw New York!

Ray:
Oh, fuck me. (interview) Oh, my God. He just can't catch a break.

Gordon:
(to Ray) Come here, you. Just fucking come here! Who cooked it?

Ray:
I---.

Gordon:
ANSWER!!!

Ray:
I did, chef. I cooked it. I'll take it. I did, chef.

Gordon:
This is where it goes so fucking badly! It's not even red in there!

Ray:
I understand, chef.

Gordon:
Two of you on the section! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Do you have any fight left?!

Anthony:
Michael, make another one!

Michael Langdon:
I'm going to cook. I'm going to cook.

Jon:
(interview) Ray, Michael. Pull your heads out of your asses and cook the fucking meat!

Ray:
Here, I got the fucking New York strip, okay?

Michael Langdon:
I got it on.

Ray:
Don't rush the steaks.

Michael Langdon:
(interview) Ray, please stop talking. Let me fucking cook the meat. I got it.

Gordon:
How long for that New York strip?

Michael Langdon:
Three and a half, chef.

Gordon:
Oh, fuck! Take the table back. Oh, fuck me. (gives the tray of entrées to Ray) Ray, hey. Fuck off. Take that. Take it. A fucking joke!