Hell's Kitchen, Season 3

[7:
04 PM]

Narrator:
More than a hour into dinner service, guests are finally getting a taste of Josh's appetizers.

Jean-Philippe:
How is everything?

Lady #1:
[whispers in JP's ear] It's under-cooked.

Lady #2:
Oh, my God!

[Jean-Philippe returns the risotto to the pass]

Jean-Philippe:
Risotto is under-cooked, chef.

Gordon:
Sorry?

Jean-Philippe:
It's under-cooked, chef.

Gordon:
Oh, my God almighty! [tastes the risotto, then spits it out] Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck off! oh, fuck-- come here! Come here! Come here, you! What are you doing? Just what the FUCK are you doing?! Every table so far, nothing's coming out. You're standing there, you're screwing me, and you're fucking useless. What are you doing?!

Josh:
Sorry, chef.

Gordon:
Yeah, do me a favour.

Josh:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
[rips Josh's jacket open] Take that off and FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET OUT! Hey, you! Leave the jacket and GET OUT! GET OUT!

[Gordon throws a spoon at Josh, then follows him to the back area; Josh takes his jacket off]

Gordon:
Give me the jacket!

Josh:
I'm giving you--

Gordon:
Give me the FUCKING jacket! [Gordon takes the jacket from Josh, crumples it up and throws it into the storeroom] Fucking useless sack of SHIT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!

Josh:
(interview; imitates a bomb falling and exploding) I would've given my right arm to stay in this service and keep fighting. I came here with a dream to win. And it appears it's over. It appears that Green Valley Ranch is not in my future. Dream's over guys.