Hell's Kitchen, Season 2

Gordon:
Missy.

Rachel:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Why are you glazing it with butter and not egg wash?

Rachel:
It was egg wash, sir.

Gordon:
What's that in there?

Rachel:
That's egg.

Gordon:
Egg yolk or egg white?

Rachel:
Egg white?

Gordon:
Oh, no. Have they all been glazed all night with egg white?

Rachel:
Wrong thing evidently.

Gordon:
Oh, no. Why are wellingtons going in now?

Virginia:
We ran out, chef.

Gordon:
You ran out?

Virginia:
Yes.

Gordon:
Oh, fuck me... ladies, I personally don't want to do this anymore. (to Rachel) I'm fed up with your shit, (to Maribel) I'm fed up with your shit. (to Virginia) You've been a fucking letdown the minute you started cooking.

Virginia:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Then you LIED to me that the turbot's en route, when she (Sara) hasn't even got it out of the FUCKING fridge! Do you want to continue like this?

Virginia:
No, chef.

Gordon:
Fuck the lot of you, is that clear?

Red Team:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
Fuck the lot of you!

Rachel:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
[pounds the counter] You! Come here, you. (to Keith) Fat fuck. (to Tom) Hey, doughnut. Come here, you. Hey, ladies, come here. Let me tell you something, [takes off his apron and throws it at Tom] Here you go! [throws his towel at Tom] Here you go! I've had enough. I've had ENOUGH! I cannot believe you're actually attempting to fucking win a restaurant! Get back in your fucking dorms, and alone. By the time you get back in here, from the blue team, nominate someone that's going tonight. And from the red team, come back with someone that's leaving. NOW GET OUT! OUT! LEAVE THE STOVES!

Lady:
I don't think we're getting dessert.