Hell's Kitchen, Season 15

[After Gordon examined Alan's scallops and Mark's pizza]

Gordon:
They're cooked to (bleep), those things. Who cooked the scallops?

Alan:
Here, chef.

Gordon:
They're (bleep) rubber! The first portion was perfect and that was (bleep) perfect fluke 'cause that is (bleep). [returns the pizza to the workstation after found out it was burned] (Mark) Hey, by the way, in England, we have a saying, "When it's brown, it's cooked. When it's black, it's (bleep)!" [drops a plate of pizza to a workstation onto an empty plate at the bottom shattering into pieces] Disgusting, and you bringing me that (bleep)? WHAT'S GOING ON?!

Narrator:
Alan's rubber scallops and Mark's burned pizza have brought the kitchen into the standstill.

Gordon:
No one's communicating, no one's stepping up and no one's taking charge.

Gordon:
[Holds the tickets] Come on guys, they are about to walk out. (to Hassan) Risotto, where is it?

Hassan:
Yeah. I've got my two lobsters and a risotto. Ready?

Alan:
[Checking cooked shrimps] Yeah sure, they're hot.

Hassan:
Go, go, go!

Kevin:
Two lobster, chef.

[After Gordon checks Kevin's lobster to be served for their first entrée; Gordon has had enough]

Gordon:
Unreal. [returns the lobster at the workstation] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here, all of you! ALL OF YOU!!!

Joe:
(interview) Fish station, Alan and Kevin (imitates whistling) they were kind of like a fart in a fan factory [sic]. Man, they were fucking lost.

Gordon:
Just touch that, please put your hand on there! [sees a cold raw lobster on a plate] Touch! Touch! Fucking (smashes the shrimp) cold! WHAT'S GOING ON?! 'CAUSE I'M GETTING SERIOUSLY PISS OFF!

Lady:
I'm done, let's get out of here.

Gordon:
I do not fucking get it!

Marino:
Chef, table 40 is leaving two top and they haven't got anything yet.

Gordon:
Now the tables have walking out, just literally giving up! A bit like you. FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!

Joe:
(interview) What a fucking shit show! I've never been in part of anything so hellacious in my life.

[Blue team approaches out of the kitchen, Gordon follows them]

Gordon:
Hey! Hey, hey, bozo! Do me one favor tonight, get upstairs and think of two individuals that don't belong in the blue team. GET OUT!

Jared:
Yes chef.

Gordon:
PATHETIC!

Frank Cala:
That was brutal.

Gordon:
Mark was a disaster from the start. The best thing I saw from him was his back as he walked out the door.

Gordon:
[holds the ticket] On order, four covers of table 32. Don't wait for me. Appetizers fire one special table, two side scallops, two risotto. Entrée two Arctic char, two wellington.

Ashley Nickell:
Yes chef.

Vanessa Soltero:
Two wellington?

Gordon:
Hey hey, ladies! That was flat.

Red team:
Yes chef.

Gordon:
Vanessa, call back the order!

Vanessa Soltero:
We have special table side, we have two [looks clueless] (bleep). [rings a buzzer]

Gordon:
I called this out ten seconds ago. Entrées what were they, Vanessa?

Vanessa Soltero:
They were one, well-- (bleep) [looks confused and clueless once again] (begins attempted interview and looks still confused)

Vanessa Soltero:
I am so sorry did not hear that.

Gordon:
Listen, concentrate, get your head down.

Ashley and Jackie:
Yes chef.

Christina Wilson:
I need one lobster for double risotto I told them two by two, two by two and two by two.

Gordon:
On order, table 30, two snapper, two tuna and a wellington!

Red team:
Yes chef.

Gordon:
Kristin, call back the order!

Kristin:
Two special?

Gordon:
Call back that six order! QUIET, EVERYBODY!

Kristin:
Two special table side.

Gordon:
Kristin, call back the order!

Kristin:
Yes, chef? Two special, two table sides risotto (looks terribly confused) two... two wellington.

Gordon:
Funny right?

Kristin:
Its not funny. I just focusing on a hundred things right now.

Gordon:
(to Kristin) This is not funny, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!

Kristin:
Sorry chef.

Gordon:
(calls the entire team) Come over, you! I'm done with you. Kristin, stop standing there! (to Sous-chef Christina) Christina, write that ticket on her (bleep) back.

Christina Wilson:
Kristin!

Kristin:
Behind You.

Christina Wilson:
Get up here!

Kristin:
Yes, chef.

Christina Wilson:
Turn around. [writes the orders on Kristin's back]

Kristin:
(interview) Oh, my God, what is happening right now? Why are you writing on my chef coat?

Christina Wilson:
Do not let her forget what's on the table.

Red team:
Yes, chef.

Narrator:
Back in the Blue kitchen...

Gordon:
Buzz Aldrin, two tuna, four wellington.

Blue team:
Yes, chef.

Narrator:
Chef Ramsay looks to Hassan on meat to pilot this VIP ticket.

Gordon:
Hassan, focus on your table.

Hassan:
Yes, chef. Put the wellingtons in for me, Kevin.

Kevin Ridlon:
Heard. Wellingtons going in the oven. [holds a plate of perfectly cooked wellingtons to mistakenly send in the oven]

Gordon:
(to Kevin) Where is he going?! WHERE'S THAT IDIOT GOING?!

Eddie Jaskowiak:
(called Kevin over) Hey, whoa, whoa! They're done. (captions on a screen)

Hassan:
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bring those back, please. Get them over here! (interview) Kevin, they're already cooked, man. We're cooking the ones that aren't cooked. Back up before you get slapped up, bro.

Gordon:
Man! (gives Kevin a warning; throws a fork to a cleaning rack) (Points his finger to Kevin) Hey, you, I'll kick you to the (bleep) moon. (to Kevin) Come here.

Kevin Ridlon:
(interview) Oh, damn! Not good.

Gordon:
He maybe an astronaut, but you're a space cadet. (to Kevin) Are you okay?

Kevin Ridlon:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
You sure?

Kevin Ridlon:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
(Bleep) HELL!

Gordon:
Arctic char, Arctic char! [holds a pan of perfectly cooked risotto]

Narrator:
And finally complete the second order of entrées.

Jackie:
(Arctic) char. (sends to the pass)

Gordon:
(returns the char and sauce to workstation) Hey! Hey, all of you, come here! Just touch that! Dannie, just touch that! COME ON! COME ON! QUICK! JUST TOUCH THAT!

Jackie:
Yeah. It's cold.

Gordon:
Touch! Touch it! [heavily smashes the char] (Bleep)! Stone-cold! Jackie, we're stuck in neutral.

Jackie:
(interview) (Bleep) my life! Chef Ramsay is going to eliminate me right here.

Gordon:
Jackie, come here! (Bleep) useless!

Male diner:
Oh no!

Lady:
Oh no!

Gordon:
For the last time, get it together!

Jackie:
Yes, chef. I got to refire the (bleep, bleep)!

Gordon:
(talking to the waiter) Go. Come back for the Arctic char, yes?

Kristin:
How long on this char, Jackie?

Gordon:
How long for the char?

Jackie:
Three minutes, chef.

Gordon:
The rest of the table are eating their entrées.

Jackie:
I know, chef.

Male diner:
You guys can start.

Gordon:
Start before it gets cold. (Bleep) half the table's eating.

Jackie:
(interview) So I got Chef Ramsay screaming, "Where's the char?" Don't worry, I'm with it. I'm 'bout to 'bout it.

Gordon:
Arctic char? I can't wait it, it's not good enough!

[Gordon holds the char and sauce returns to workstation for the second time and he has had it]

Gordon:
Hey, all of you! All of you, come here!

Meese:
Ugh! I'm--

Gordon:
Come here! It's cold and raw! Uh, I'm done! [slams the char to a plate] I'm (bleep) done! I AM DONE! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! I TOLD YOU I WON'T TO PUT UP WITH ANOTHER SERVICE THIS BAD, GET OUT, VANESSA! GET TO THE DOOR! [throws Vanessa's apron on a table when she is on her anger]

Ariel Malone:
Damn it.

Jackie:
(throws her apron off the table) THIS SUCKS.

Ashley Nickell:
(interview) Somebody needs to go home tonight. It's just completely unacceptable. It's like we're hitting walls instead of jumping hurdles.

[During the Red Team's punishment task]

Christina Wilson:
Get your top kit set and make a list of everything you need.

Dannie:
Okay. Got it.

Kristin:
(interview) Every kitchen has the prep list. Normally we don’t title the list... we just know it’s the list.

Jackie:
Okay, this is the list, I'm gonna put "the (bleep) list".

Dannie:
(interview) Jackie wrote "the (bleep) list". Like... why would you write that?

[Sees Jackie's handwritten list at the workstation]

Christina Wilson:
(to Kristin) "The (bleep) list?"

Kristin:
The (bleep) I didn't write that. So respectful, right? (interview) What are you thinking, Jackie? Disrespect like that does not fly anywhere.

Christina Wilson:
(to Jackie) Is this you? It's disrespectful, is what it is. NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD!!! If any of th--(Jackie starts to say something) SHUT UP!!!

Jackie:
(interview) She did not think that was very funny.

Christina Wilson:
[holds Jackie's list] If any of this happens in this kitchen again, the (bleep) list, whoever writes it will be finishing the (bleep) list!

Jackie:
It wasn't disrespecting you.

Christina Wilson:
You just interrupted me. Take a seat! (letting Jackie to sit on a chef's table) Have a seat, sit down! Never again! It’s a professional (bleep) kitchen, you would be FIRED if you worked for me. You wanna have a (notices Jackie shrugging)—what, you don't care?

Jackie:
No.

Christina Wilson:
YOU DON'T CARE?

Jackie:
No.

Christina Wilson:
(pointing her finger to Jackie again) This is your teammate. Find the cancer on your team and work around it.

Ashley Nickell:
(interview) Jackie brought our whole morale down, she has to go. I'm done with her.

Christina Wilson:
[letting the red team out of the kitchen] Go have lunch.

Jackie:
(interview) I'm the type of person where I can joke, joke, joke, and then boom, jump on a desert and get the (bleep) done. But these morons don't see that.

Gordon:
Where's the garnish?

Meese:
I don't know, chef.

Gordon:
What is she doing?

Meese:
The wellington garnish is up and--

Ashley Nickell:
(interview; regarding Meese) Bitch, get control of your station. (to Meese) What are you doing? (putting spinach on Messe's pan) What are you doing? What are you doing?

Meese:
Sorry.

Ashley Nickell:
God, I'm trying to help you.

Meese:
(disintegrates) Ugh!

Gordon:
Meese!

Meese:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
I don't want my guests eating on an installment plan?

[Screenshot of Kris Jenner and her friends laughing when they are waited for food]

Kris Jenner:
Did he say "an installment plan"? He did not just say that.

Gordon:
(to Meese) Where's the mash (potatoes)?

Meese:
They're right here chef.

Christina Wilson:
You can leave them in the pot. We talked about this. Leave them in the pot.

Meese:
Oh, I'm sorry.

Gordon:
Who put that on a tray like that?

Christina Wilson:
Meese.

Gordon:
Hey, hey, hey, hey! (to Kris Jenner) Kris, I'm so sorry. Hey! All of you come here! COME HERE! GET IN! [summons the entire team into the pantry] I'M DONE!

Kris Jenner:
Oh, are they grounded?

Gordon:
We have a chef table in there tonight. Sat a meter away and look how I got the mash. It dumped on the (bleep) tray! I've been INSIDE PRISON and they give food better than this (bleep)! [smashes the plate onto a floor with an amidst of anger]

Gordon:
After being nominated three times in a row due to the lack of communication, Meese may want to consider changing her name to Mouse.

Gordon:
Get the (bleep) out of the way! GET OUT OF THE WAY! SEASON FROM UP (bleep) HIGH! LET'S GO! [showing Kevin how to cook scallops] Watch me! Twelve o'clock, one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, yes?

Kevin Ridlon:
Yes chef.

Gordon:
Bang, that is it. You just leave them here.

Kevin Ridlon:
Yes chef.

Gordon:
Then you check in with your garnish.

[Joe began to spill the sauce into Kevin's pan that started fire]

Joe:
Aaahhh!!!

Gordon:
What the (bleep) are you doing?

Jared:
(Bleep, bleep)! It's hot! It's hot! (groans)

Joe:
I grabbed it with my hand. [stove starts catching fire]

Gordon:
Oh, my God! Oh, (bleep) hell!

Kid diner:
Look! [captions on the screen]

Joe:
That's my mistake, my mistake.

Gordon:
Get out! (Bleep) GET OUT! Now you are making history you're gonna burn down the the restaurant! Refire scallop! [tosses the barely undercooked scallops through the sink]

Narrator:
Back in the Blue Kitchen, Chef Ramsay finds nothing that is amusing.

Gordon:
(to Kevin) Where are the scallops?

Kevin Ridlon:
Right here chef! Right here chef!

[Gordon checks the scallops brought up by Kevin and they are raw]

Gordon:
Hey, all of you! Fuckin' hell. Just touch them, come on! Just touch them! Just touch that! Touch it! Look at it! Look!

[Gordon punches the raw scallops]

Gordon:
I've just done them with you and they are all fucking overcooked, raw, this is not normal! All of you, come here! Get in there!

Joe:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Move, Joe!

Joe:
(interview) Oh, Jesus Chris. Not tonight of all fuckin' nights, not tonight!

Gordon:
Get over there! Get over there! [approaches the entire team to the pantry room] What in the fuck is going on here? What is going on?(points at Kevin) You!

Kevin:
I fucked up, chef.

Gordon:
Yeah do me a big favour.

Kevin Ridlon :
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Yeah?! Get your apron off, get packed, fuck off out! [opens the pantry room door for Kevin] GET OUT! GET OUT!

Kevin Ridlon:
Yes, chef. [leaves the pantry room to pack his things]

Gordon:
Who's next? Get your shit together, and salvage what's left for all of you. FUCKING WAKE UP! NOW!

Jared:
Yes, chef. (interview) Kevin just went down, I don't know what the fuck happened for no more mistakes that we can't have any service.

Gordon:
Joe! On the fish, now!

Joe:
Yes, chef.

Narrator:
The blue team is hoping Alan's new risotto hits the mark.

Alan:
Thirty seconds on the riso(tto)s. Walking my risottos! [sending to the pass]

Gordon:
Is the fish and chips gone yet?

Joe:
Fish and chips is one minute out, chef. (interview) We still have a shot in spite of everything that has (bleep) up so far.

Gordon:
Fish and chips?

Joe:
Walking! [holds the fish on a pot and sending over to the pass] Right here to the right.

Gordon:
It's (bleep) raw fish. [returns the fish and chips to the workstation] ALL OF YOU, STOP! LOOK AT THIS (bleep) MESS! Its... its... ITS JUST DISGUSTING!!! [Jared and Joe touch the fish] WE'VE HAD EVERY POSSIBLE (bleep) MISTAKE TONIGHT, AND IT'S NOW BEYOND A JOKE! [smashes the fish on a plate] RAW FISH!!! All of you, get the (bleep) out of here!

Blue team:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
GET OUT! AND I MEAN NOW?!

Eddie Jaskowiak:
(interview) Argghhh... It was embarrassing tonight.

Gordon:
GET OUT!

Narrator:
Over in the red kitchen...

Gordon:
Tuna and New York Strip?

Hassan:
Coming to the pass in 15 seconds, chef.

Narrator:
Hassan and Dannie hope the the third time's charm with their refired New York Strip and Tuna.

Hassan:
Coming out the pass, one New York (Strip).

Dannie:
One tuna.

Ashley Nickell:
(interview) There's no option to fail we can not (bleep) this up. If we do, another one of us is going home.

Gordon:
(Bleep)! Steak's raw. Hey, hey, Red Team! RED TEAM!!!

Hassan and Jackie:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
It is contagious there's just mistake, after mistake, after mistake! DO ME A BIG FAVOR, ALL TOGETHER, (Bleep) OFF!!! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!

Kid diner:
What happened?

Jackie:
What the (bleep) man?!

Gordon:
On a night when the dining room was filled with children, it was Alan who needed a babysitter. He and Kevin should both understand I'm not running a daycare.

[When Joe was struggled to find an exact table; Marino helps him]

Marino:
Joe, what is going on?

Joe:
Twenty-three. twenty-three.

Marino:
What are you doing? What do you need?

Joe:
I just need to know where the (bleep) it is.

Gordon:
What's he doing there?! What's the (bleep, bleep) little donkey doing out there?

Marino:
[letting Joe back to the kitchen] Hey, twenty-three! Its this way, I'll show you, watch your language.

Joe:
(interview) Regardless of what's going on in my head or in the kitchen, I'm a people person. I'm always good with the people. Like all the girls on a charm (smiles).

Joe:
[attracts with diners when serving tableside] How is doing today?

Lady:
I'm hungry.

Joe:
Oh, okay. Well, we'll fix that in a hurry. Mascarpone sauce, potatoes.

Gordon:
Joe!

Joe:
Yeah?

Gordon:
Move your arse.

Joe:
[brings the plate to the hungry female diner] Here you go, enjoy. My mom never yelled at me this much.

Gordon:
Joe, get your (bleep) arse in here, NOW! Hey you, come here?

Joe:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
[notices on Joe's chef jacket] What's all this on here? It is a brand new jacket? You look like a sack of (bleep) on a hot day. YOU ARE DIRTY, YOU'RE SLOW, GET THE (bleep) OUT OF HERE, GET OUT!!! GET CHANGE, HURRY UP!!!

Joe:
I don't have another clean, chef--

Gordon:
(bleep) Find one ! I don't care!

Gordon:
You guys are really waiting for that chicken, huh? I'm waiting for that chicken.

Chad:
(interview) I've worked in Michelin star restaurants, so, you know, the guys are looking at me as the go-to guy in the kitchen. I'm gonna help lead us to victory.

Chad:
Slicing chicken.

Eddie Jaskowiak:
[holds a pot and a pan] Garnish walking right now.

Chad:
Chicken in the pass. [in which it was found out raw and undercooked; Gordon returns the chicken onto a workstation]

Gordon:
All of you, come here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT?!

Joe:
A little undercooked, chef.

Manda:
It's pink.

Jared:
(interview) You (bleep) worked at a 3-star Michelin restaurant cook chicken right.

Gordon:
[let the team sit on a chef's table] All of you, take a seat. (Bleep) get in there! YEAH GET IN THERE! (Bleep) GET IN THERE!

Omar Benson Miller:
We'll have some more bread! Starch out!

Man:
Don't move the chicken.

Eddie Jaskowiak:
(interview) CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigator not your CHICKEN SUCKS, IDIOT!

Gordon:
So who wants to eat raw chicken?

Manda:
(interview; imitates explosion) Aahh! My God!

Joe and Jared:
Nobody, chef.

Gordon:
WHO WANTS TO EAT RAW CHICKEN? So why are you expecting them (Miller and crew) to do it? GET A GRIP!

Blue team:
Yes chef.

Jackie:
(to Kristin) Kristin, give me your lighter?

Kristin:
No.

Jackie:
Give me your (bleep) lighter?

Kristin:
Talk like you (bleep) touch my lighter, I'll punch you in your face.

Jackie:
Punch me in the face.

Kristin:
Give me my (bleep) lighter!

Jackie:
Punch me in the face.

Kristin:
Jackie, give me my (bleep) lighter!

Jackie:
Punch me in the face.

Kristin:
Either light your cigarette or give me my (bleep) lighter!

[Jackie throws Kristin's lighter on a ground that became mad and frustrated]

Manda:
(looks distressed) Ooohhh...

Ariel Malone:
(enters the living room) What the (bleep) is going on here?

Manda:
I'd stay far, far away if I were you.

Kristin:
You are disgusting ass bitch.

Jackie:
Don't (bleep) disrespect me! (throws the wine cap on Kristin's shoulder)

Kristin (gets mad) STOP (bleep) DISRESPECTING ME! ARE YOU (bleep) SERIOUS?!

Jackie:
What are you gonna do about it?

Kristin:
What are you-- Get the (bleep) out of my face!

Jackie:
What are you gonna--?

Kristin:
GET THE (bleep) OUT OF MY FACE!

Jackie:
What are you going to do about it?

Manda:
(to Kristin) Kristin, sit down.

Jackie:
Yeah, I'm dead.

Kristin:
GET THE (bleep) OUT OF HERE WITH (bleep)! (leaves Jackie's cigarette to throw out of Kristin's left arm)

Jackie:
PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!

Manda:
Jackie!

Jackie:
PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!

Kristin:
YOU ARE A PIECE OF (bleep)! GET THE (bleep) OUT OF MY FACE! (Jackie throws out of cigarette ash to Kristin's shoulder) (gasps) Go ahead.

Jackie:
PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!

Kristin:
(BLEEP) DONE! (BLEEP) DONE!!!

Jackie:
PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!

Kristin:
GET THE (bleep) OUTTA MY FACE!

Manda:
Kristin!

Jackie:
(to Kristin) Go ahead! (Kristin ignores) PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, BITCH!

Kristin:
Are you (bleep) serious?! (leaves the dorms)

Jackie:
(mocks) You (bleep) serious!

Kristin:
(interview) No! No, bitch! Sit the (bleep) down! Like I'm so over her causing a big scene like I don't know who the (bleep) you are with garbage can that you dragged out of but what the (bleep) is wrong with you?

Gordon:
Hey, all of you, come here! Time-out! Come here, come here ALL OF YOU! Let's go (Manda) little lady. Come on! [calls the entire blue team into the pantry] The (bleep) chicken is raw!

Walter the Puppet:
I heard the F-bomb, chef said the F-bomb.

Gordon:
(Bleep)! Look at that! Just look at the (bleep). I swear to God! [throws a chicken into a trashcan] I... I... I'd rather you just all (bleep) off out of here.

Dannie:
Chef, we can all pick it up.

Gordon:
[interrupts Dannie] You can pick it up? You need to untuck to pay that, your (bleep) head out your arse!

Jared:
Yes, chef.

[After Jared sent the chicken to the pass for the special guest; Gordon has had enough]

Gordon:
Hey! Hey!

Manda:
Oh! Not again!

Gordon:
Hey! (knocks his hand on the workstation)

Walter the Puppet:
Have you noticed his hair is much taller in person?

Gordon:
The chicken is raw, who cooked that?

Jared:
I put in the oven again, chef.

Walter the Puppet:
"Good luck".

Gordon:
We may have a (bleep) dummy on the chef's table!

Walter the Puppet:
Yeah, whatever.

Gordon:
I can't accept this anymore longer! I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT! JARED, GET OUT! GET OUT!!!

[After Chad undercooked the French toast; Gordon has also had enough]

Gordon:
Hey, Red team! Red team! Look! Just it's not even, just as--

Kristin:
It's not cooked, chef.

Gordon:
It's cooked one side. (to Chad; holding his French toast) (Bleep) off upstairs! GET OUT! Hey, bon appetit! Now, (bleep) off!

Chad:
Yes, chef.

Male diner:
You just need to wait.

Kid:
I'm gonna eat this.

Male diner:
Yeah, eat that.

Chad:
(interview; groans) Oh, my god.

Narrator:
While Chad and Jared commiserate, back in the blue kitchen, the rest of the chefs attempt to coordinate.

Gordon:
Here we go, Blue Team, one French toast, one chicken and waffles, two New York steak and eggs.

Manda:
Yes, chef.

Dannie:
I'll drop the French toast. (interview) With Jared kicked out of the kitchen, its definitely added pressure, but I don't want to stand here, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get food and done out.

Dannie:
We gonna put these tables out. (to Manda) Manda, I need you to watch those French toast.

Manda:
Yeah.

Dannie:
I need to know what it is. We're cooking for chefs, everything should be spot on. (to Frank) Frank, please keep an eye on my French toast for me, please? I just want to check this chicken.

Frank Cala:
I'm already turned them, I'm already turned them.

Dannie:
Okay, cool, cool. If you can run over (French toast) here, drop the waffle.

Frank Cala:
Alright. Manda, could you watch the French toast?

Manda:
I got, I got that.

Gordon:
Two New York steak, one French toast urgently, yes?

Manda:
I got two New Yorks ready to go.

Gordon:
Oh, man!

Manda:
(Bleep)!

Gordon:
Manda, is that burnt?

Manda:
(sees the French toast) Yep.

Gordon:
Who's cooking the French toast?

Manda:
Frank. Frank was, Dannie was and then I was supposed to watch it.

[hurls the toast to a workstation and looks burned]

Frank Cala:
No, no, Amanda said she was gonna take over it. Man up to it.

Manda:
(to Frank) I-- I JUST SAID I WAS GONNA WATCH IT!

Frank Cala:
Yeah. (interview) She is (bleep) useless. Useless! Don't throw me under the bus for something I didn't do. I'll pack this (bleep) girl's bags myself.

Gordon:
(Manda) Young lady, you are standing in right a front of it.

Manda:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
DO ME A FAVOR, GET OUT!

Manda:
ARE YOU (bleep) KIDDING ME!