Hell's Kitchen, Season 2

[Gordon checks the quail brought up by Rachel]

Gordon:
Oh, no. No, no, no. Rachel!

Rachel:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Come here, you. Come here. No, fuck it. All of you, come here right now. [pounds the counter] And eat. Eat that. Eat it. I'm, I'm, I'm--I'm dying to understand what's going through your FUCKING MIND! Now, what do you think of the quail?

Sara:
It's overcooked. Little too much production on the sauce chef and you can see bones.

Gordon:
What's your verdict?

Maribel:
It's dry and tastes a little burned.

Gordon:
Yeah, it's shit! A little burned?! Fuck me! Do you need some glasses? (to Jean-Philippe) Ask one of the customers for his fucking glasses. There, table seven, he's got them (to Rachel) And what's in it for you?

Rachel:
It's overcooked.

Gordon:
Pssss...fuck off will you?

Virginia:
All right, let's do it again guys, come on. [Jean-Philippe returns with a pair of glasses]

Gordon:
There they are. There's the gentleman's glasses. I'm serious now! Does anyone need a pair of glasses? Fuck off, Jean-Philippe. Did you really think I was going to go out there with the quail, burned to a cinder? (Rachel doesn't answer) Did you really think I was going to send that? I need to know in your mind. Did you actually think I was going to serve that? (still no answer) Come here, you, come here. [leads Rachel into the pantry] What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to go home?

Rachel:
Ahem.

Gordon:
No, no, tell me now!

Rachel:
I will not let you down tonight.

Gordon:
You already have! I want to pull it back!

Rachel:
I will get you through entrées.

Gordon:
I know damn well you can do it. I can see it in your eyes. I can identify with the hunger but right now, missy, there's just a blonde empty fucking head.

Rachel:
I won't let you down.

Gordon:
Get it together, communicate, open up and start talking to me. Now move!

Rachel:
Yes, chef.