Hell's Kitchen, Season 6

[Gordon checks on lobster brought by Amanda]

Gordon:
Oh, come on. This is not possible! (returns to the workstation) Come here! All of you, come here!

Amanda Davenport:
(interview) Whatever it is, it's not my fault.

Gordon:
This is not fucking possible! This cannot be true! [gets a piece of lobster] What is that there? What is that there?! WHAT IS THAT?!

Suzanne:
This is---.

Gordon:
Yeah, its fucking raw! RAW!! [kicks the bins]

Tennille:
(interview) Come on, Amanda! All you have to do is put the lobster on the grill, make sure it didn't char, baste it and send it up. That's all you had to do!

Gordon:
It's a fucking restaurant, not a sushi bar! How can you get confused on a raw fucking grilled lobster?! I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so fucking embarrassed! This is still your first table... (points to the Blue kitchen) that's their last! FUCK OFF!! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT!! STUPID COWS!!! [crosses over to the Blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down] Oh, fucking hell... Hey, have you all finished?

Andy:
Desserts chef.

Gordon:
Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?

[The Blue team goes over to the Red kitchen and started working]

Tennille:
(interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?

Gordon:
Away now: Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish!

Blue Team:
Yes, chef!

Robert:
(interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches crying!

Tennille:
Do you need anything?

Jim:
No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.