Hell's Kitchen, Season 9

Gordon:
[checks Brendan's seabass] Oh, come on. Brendan, it's raw.

Will:
(to Brendan) COME ON, BRO! REALLY?! (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!

Gordon:
Blue team, BLUE TEAM!

Paul:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
STOP! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now?! Any suggestions? [the blue team doesn't answer] I've got one big suggestion! [points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!

Jonathon:
(interview) What the fuck man?! It is so frustrating, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy-ass bitches, man.

Gordon:
(calls to the red team) Ladies?

Red team:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Any four of you in here to finish the blue team. Any of you.

Carrie:
Yes, chef.

Paul:
(interview) Having another person coming in to finish what I fucking started is the most infuriating slap in the face, literally "taking your dick out and whipping it across my chin" feeling that I have ever had in my life.

[The entire Blue Team goes outside to smoke after returning to the dorms]

Jonathon:
[angrily throws water bottle] FUCK!!

Will:
I didn't sign up for this, bro. Send my ass home, bro. People just don't know how to fucking cook. (interview) That was, like, the biggest pussy bullshit I've ever experienced in my life, man. [to his teammates] I've never been kicked out of a kitchen, bro.

Paul:
It's EMBARRASSING! [points at Brendan] HE CAN'T FUCKING COOK! [points at Chino] HE DIDN'T GET THE FUCKING RISOTTO OUT!

Will:
I didn't sign up for this! I signed up to win! We're all supposed to be professional chefs, right?!

Paul:
I AGREE!

Will:
RIGHT?! SO, WHAT THE FUCK?!