Hell's Kitchen, Season 6

[Louie has brought up his signature dish]

Gordon:
What is that?

Louie:
Sausage gravy over biscuits.

Gordon:
Sausage gravy?

Louie:
Yes.

Gordon:
Over biscuits?

Louie:
Yes. I sell about five gallons of it a week.

Gordon:
Gallons? What, you sell this to pigs?

Louie:
No, actually, I own a diner.

Gordon:
Uh-huh, okay. And how much do you charge for that?

Louie:
$4.75.

Gordon:
$4.75?

Louie:
Yeah. With coffee.

[Gordon tastes some of the dish, and quickly spits it out in disgust]

Gordon:
Fuck me.

Louie:
What's wrong with it?

Gordon:
What's wrong with it? It tastes like gunk.

Louie:
[glares at Gordon] (interview) Hundreds of people eat that in my diner each week. I don't think it was worth spitting out!

Gordon:
First name is...?

Joseph:
Joseph.

Gordon:
Joseph.

Joseph:
(interview) I feel like a dog that's been taken off his leash. I'm hungry, I'm hungry and I want this, and I'm going to get this. None of them will get in my fucking way.

Gordon:
So, this is...?

Joseph:
This right here's a roasted veal chop, with roasted root vegetables.

Gordon:
Uh-huh. Lovely colour on there.

Joseph:
Thank you.

Gordon:
What a shame, the Brussel sprouts are rock hard. Are they supposed to be that crunchy?

Joseph:
No, they're not.

Gordon:
(gives a sprout to Joseph) Will you have a little taste for me please?

Joseph:
Absolutely. You got a fork? (interview) I ain't no animal. If there's a fork available, I like to fucking use it.

Gordon:
You can bite that. You're a big boy.

Joseph:
I'm not an animal. (interview) Do I look like a caveman? Do I eat with my fucking hands?

Gordon:
Don't get defensive. Relax.

Tony:
(interview) I was like "Damn! Throw it down, Chef Ramsay!"

Gordon:
Are you mad?

Joseph:
(interview) Me and him, we're gonna go head to head, without a fuckin' doubt. I will drag him out to the parking lot by his fuckin' jacket and stomp the shit outta him. That's bullshit! I nailed that fuckin' dish, he knew it and I knew it. No fuckin' way!

Gordon:
Relax. What a shame.

Gordon:
(to Tony and Amanda) Let's go.

[Tony and Amanda went in front of Gordon to present their dishes]

Amanda:
Two seconds chef. I need to grab one thing.

[Amanda returns to the pass to get two shots of tequila]

Gordon:
What's that?

Amanda:
Tequila.

Gordon:
Tequila.

Amanda:
(interview) I'm definitely asking Chef Ramsay to do a shot of tequila with me. It goes with the dish.

Gordon:
And what's your dish?

Amanda:
Margarita French toast with tequila lime butter.

Gordon:
Show me? [looking at Amanda's dish] I thought you were joking. You're cooking a slice of fucking toast dipped in egg with...

Amanda:
Tequila.

Gordon:
...to get me drunk.

Amanda:
(interview) One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, four... (cuts to Amanda took a shot of tequila) Give me a lot more! Keep on going!

[Gordon was shocked at Amanda]

Lovely:
(interview) Are you kidding me? (laughs) Why would you do that?

Gordon:
[raises a piece of toast with a knife] That's it? (brief pause) What the fuck were you doing for 42 minutes? Because that takes literally 3 minutes. SHOCKING!

Gordon:
OK, what is it?

Melinda:
We have a poached lobster and savory portobello mushrooms. (interview) My dish is very rich and succulent and luscious and velvety. You just feel what's happening on your mouth and the satisfaction that comes. [laughs]

[Melinda lifts the lid off her dish, revealing that the mushrooms make up most of the dish, with just a few small chunks of lobster scattered around; Gordon is shocked]

Gordon:
Where's the lobster tail? [portions her dish] Where's the fucking tail?

Melinda:
During the cooking process, I had some challenges.

[Gordon raises the "tail"]

Gordon:
Poached lobster tail, where's the fucking tail? [grabs Melinda's plate and throws it in the trash] Absolutely fucking pathetic!

Sabrina Gresset:
(interview) Dang... That's another zero.

Narrator:
But moments from opening, his optimism...

Gordon:
[sees some fondants at the pass] Oh, dear. Who cooked these?

Narrator:
...begins to fade.

Gordon:
Who cooked the fondants?

Sabrina Gresset:
Lovely.

Gordon:
[calls out Lovely] Lovely!

Lovely:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Which they're not... come here! Why these are cooked? We put it in the oven when the order comes on.

Lovely:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
We haven't even opened yet and you cooked them.

Tennille:
(interview) That's all we have to work with. We're fucking screwed.

Gordon:
[raises one fondant] Look at that! [scoops the fondant and drops it] Look. It's like a fucking hockey puck. Oh, my God! We're not even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!

Sabrina Gresset:
(interview) That's it. The end.

Gordon:
'Get fffucked!!

Suzanne:
(interview) Obviously I was thrown in a kitchen with a bunch of circus clowns!

Gordon:
Jim!

Jim:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Look at me. Three scallops cut in half means what?

Jim:
Six pieces.

Gordon:
I've got four! Are you doing this on purpose to get me going?

Jim:
No.

Dave:
(interview) Don't insult Chef Ramsay's intelligence.

Gordon:
So look at me. Count to six for me.

Jim:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6.

Gordon:
Louder!

Jim:
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6!

Gordon:
THEN WAKE UP!!

Jim:
Yes, chef. (interview) I just wasn't paying attention. Ones and twos, and threes and twos, and I thought I had yahtzee at one point.

Gordon:
Jim, one minute out, drop six pieces of scallop.

Jim:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Look at this. I swear to God, [gets some scallops] it's the kind of shit you'd expect Tiger Woods to tee off with. Look at it. Rubber, rubber, RUBBER! [throws the scallops away]

Narrator:
But, they have to start over.

Gordon:
(on Melinda's cappelini) It's limp and shit!

Narrator:
And over.

Gordon:
(on Tek's scallops) It's fucking raw! [throws the scallops away]

Gordon:
Louie? Did you just put the lamb in the oven?

Louie:
Yes, sir.

Gordon:
OH, MY GOD! [calls out the entire team] Hey guys come here quick! At least you know, Louie's on entrées and the fucking lamb goes in the oven like that. No salt, no pepper, no seasoning, not even seared! [slams the lamb on the plate] (to Louie) Louie, why do we sear meat?

Louie:
To lock in the juices, sir.

Gordon:
To give it colour, to improve the flavour!

Louie:
Sorry, sir.

Jim:
(interview) You're a man. There's a primary instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.

Gordon:
Fucking hell!

Gordon:
For the eighth time, can I have one fucking scallops and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini?!

Gordon:
(on Melinda's capellini) Is that cooked? It looks undercooked.

Melinda:
Is it cooked?

Gordon:
(tastes the capellini) Not cooked.

Melinda:
Not cooked?

Gordon:
Nah, that's not cooked. Not cooked. (Melinda throws the undercooked capellini away) Oh, my God! Why did you throw that away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove, put the lid on the top and, 30 seconds cooking it! What do you do, you just... trash it straight away!

Sabrina Gresset:
(interview) Melinda... she had that deer-in-the-headlights look and that'll kill you.

Gordon:
(Discovers more capellini thrown in the bin) Look at all this fucking... who's putting all this in the bin?! How many portions are you putting in there? How much is in the bin?! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!

Narrator:
An hour into dinner service and the red team has cooked ten appetizers. But unfortunately, none of them have made it to the dining room.

Gordon:
(to Melinda) Hey, madam, how much capellini are you throwing away? (Melinda doesn't reply) Look at it! What are you doing, Melinda?! What are you doing?!

[Melinda begins attempted interview and doesn't speak]

Gordon:
You're making me mad!

Melinda:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
Fucking mad!

Melinda:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Salmon, lamb please, how long?

Tennille:
Seven minutes, chef.

Gordon:
Hey, what's that piece of shit there?

Suzanne:
It's supposed to be the salmon.

Gordon:
Holy fuck, look at that. It's like a... bison's penis - what is that shit? [opens up the salmon wrap, revealing the interior to be totally frozen] Look at that! Stone-cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon in the freezer?

Amanda:
Me. I fucked it up. (interview) The salmon was my fault because I stuck it in the freezer instead of the fridge, and it was frozen.

Gordon:
Yeah, you fucked up, big time!

Tek:
All the salmon's the same, I think we're gonna have to eighty-six it.

Gordon:
Yeah, 'cos she's wrapped it frozen.

Heather:
And we have five on order.

Gordon:
We've got five on order?

Heather:
Five on order.

Gordon:
(to Amanda) Hey, ditzy! Great job!

Amanda:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Oh, fuck off.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Louie]

Gordon:
Louie! [raises a chewed up piece of lamb] Wh... what is that?! What is that?! Did you bite that? Look! That's one, that's the other! IT'S ON THE SAME FUCKING TABLE!

Joseph:
(interview) Louie's lost. He's out of his league.

[Gordon discovers a huge amount of lamb that Louie had wasted]

Gordon:
What's all that lamb here? Look at this! Hey, Van! You and Joseph! STOP! Look... at... this! Look! LOOK! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! LOUIE!

Louie:
Yes, sir?

Gordon:
Fuck off back there! GET OUT! YES, get FUCKED, pile of SHIT! Hey, get upstairs, get your bags packed...

Louie:
Can I help? Can I help in the kitchen?

Gordon:
Yeah, you can help me: GET OUT!!!

Louie:
(interview) You want me out? You want me to pack my fuckin' bags? I'm out. My bags are packed. YOU CAN KISS - MY - FUCKING - ASS!!!

Narrator:
With the kitchen at a complete standstill, Chef Ramsay is left with no choice.

Gordon:
(to Joseph) SWITCH IT OFF!

Joseph:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
(to the red team) Fuck off!

Tennille:
(interview) Anybody sitting at home thinking they can do this...Good luck. It's tough.

Joseph:
(interview) I've never had a dinner service like that. It was a complete and utter nightmare.

[Gordon sits with Robert at one of the tables]

Gordon:
First of all, it's bloody good to see you. Yes.

Robert:
Thank you, chef. Thank you.

Gordon:
You lost your opportunity due to health reasons... right now, I'd love you to seriously consider [pause for effect] coming back into Hell's Kitchen.

Robert:
(interview) I've a second chance, and you know, you don't get many second chances in life. [to Gordon] I would love to take that offer. [applause from the other tables]

Gordon:
Melinda was completely lost in space. So I sent her back to whatever planet she came from.

[During the Blue Team's reward where they are having Shrimp Cocktails with Gordon]

Gordon:
Enjoy it.

Dave:
It's a treat to be sitting here by Chef and not being screamed at.

Gordon:
Trust me, each and every service, you're going to get stronger. Have you any idea how much shit I've taken in the kitchen? And the more I took, the better I became.

Joseph:
(interview) What am I learning by shooting shit? Nothing. What gets accomplished by running your mouth? Not a thing.

Joseph:
I didn't come here for lunches you know. That's not what I'm here for. I'm not going to lose my eye on the prize.

Dave:
Well, we're fired up too, man. I'm not relaxing because I get to have a good nice lunch with the chef.

Joseph:
It's good to get out but I don't really care.

Dave:
(interview) Joseph, he's a complete dick. He's a little hotheaded, and he's being a little too intense in the way he disrespects Chef Ramsay.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass after seeing Van serving tableside to a Red diner]

Jean-Philippe:
Chef, he's going to the wrong table.

Gordon:
Oh, no. VAN, COME HERE!!

Van:
(to a Red diner) I'm going to get yelled at right now, but I'll be right back. [returns to the pass] (to Gordon) Yes, chef!

Gordon:
That's the Red table. You're running the Blue. Hey Bozo, give me one scampi special on the right table.

Van:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Thank you! (to Jean-Philippe) Hey, what's the matter between you two?

Jean-Philippe:
There's a language barrier there.

Gordon:
What do you mean a language barrier? He's speaking English, you dick!

Jean-Philippe:
I know, but he's from Texas. [Gordon rolls his tongue around]

Jean-Philippe:
(to Van) Don't run in the restaurant, please?

Van:
(interview) Jean-Philippe better stop trying to tell me what to do. I know that.

Jean-Philippe:
I'm going to explode. I'm going to explode, my friend! Listen to me!

Tony:
(interview) WHOA, WHOA! JP! He's about to like pound him down. DAMN!

Jean-Philippe:
(to Van and even turns red) Listen! Listen! LISTEN TO ME!!!

Andy:
(interview) I cannot believe I'm seeing this.

Jean-Philippe:
Listen to me!

Kevin:
(interview) He's going to fucking hit him.

Jean-Philippe:
(to Van) We have a problem here!

Jim:
(interview) Hit him!

Van:
(to Jean-Philippe) Don't touch me, bro! You better get out of my face! (JP pushes Van)

[Gordon sees JP and Van fighting; becomes furious]

Gordon:
OI!!! Hey, stop! Hey both of you, come here! (referring Van) Bozo, both of you, come here! NOW!

Van:
I'm going to fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're going to get it down and it's going to be a first round knockout.

Gordon:
What's is going on?

Jean-Philippe:
(referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.

Gordon:
DON'T SHOUT! WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!!!

Van:
I'm sorry, Chef.

Jean-Philippe:
He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.

Van:
(interview) Bitch, shut the fuck up. He thinks he's some kind of boss man around here and he ain't nothing.

Gordon:
(to Van) Calm down, listen to him. (to Jean-Philippe) And you, pay a little bit to respect. [points to Van] And if you do your job, [points to Jean-Philippe] And if you do your job, we'll come together. 'Cause right now, you're turning the whole place upside down, are you going to do it?

Jean-Philippe:
(referring Van) If he listens to me.

Gordon:
(to Jean-Philippe) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?

Jean-Philippe:
Yes, I will if he listens to me.

Gordon:
(to Van) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?

Van:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Last chance.

Jean-Philippe:
[Letting Van out of the pantry first] Ladies first.

Gordon:
Where's the chicken?

Andy:
Just a second. I'll cook it a little bit more.

Gordon:
[sees what Andy is doing] Oh, no. Oh, dear. We're cutting up a piece of chicken and frying it off. What do you think it is, chicken nuggets? OI!!! Come here you! Now you've cut them up like it's a chicken nugget, and fryin' them off?

Andy:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
You fuckin' donkey!!

Joseph:
(interview) Andy, if you're sitting there all night long with a meat thermometer on your arm, why are you not checking the chickens? What the fuck is it doing on your arm? It don't look good on you.

Gordon:
[grabs Andy's pan] Is that how you cook in Whistler?

Andy:
No, chef.

Gordon:
So why are you cooking it like it now?!

Andy:
I made a mistake chef.

[Gordon throws the pan into the sink]

Gordon:
(inspecting the bass) Sea bass is raw... Lovely!

Lovely:
Yes, Chef?

Gordon:
It's not! It's SHIT! C'mere! Sea bass is raw! Translucent and pink!

Lovely:
Yes, Chef. (interview) The sea bass was not raw. I didn't see any pink, it was all opaque. (brings the refired bass up to the pass) Chef, the refired bass is coming up. (interview) So Chef Ramsay, get'cha eyes checked, 'cause, you know, he is getting kinda old.

Gordon:
Lovely!

Lovely:
Yes, Chef?

Gordon:
(holding up the now burnt sea bass) There you go. C'mere, you. There you go. She sends out black sea bass!

Suzanne:
(interview) Uhh, Lovely did burn the sea bass. I don't believe that Lovely knows how to cook.

Gordon:
I didn't ask for blackened cod! (throws the bass in the trash)

Lovely:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
Dumbo!

Gordon:
One roasted crown chicken!

Sabrina Gresset:
Yes, chef. I'm ready for it.

Gordon:
[sees that the chicken is burnt] It's burnt, the chicken!

Sabrina Gresset:
Is it?

Gordon:
It's crispy and burnt! Oh, my God!

Sabrina Gresset:
Damn!

Gordon:
[calls the Blue team] Hey, come here you! All of you! Both kitchens are down and they're waiting. So we're standing here and we got fuck all going out! Nothing! That's where I draw the line. I'm about to do something I've never done before in Hell's Kitchen!

Dave:
(interview) It's a desperate time. I don't know what's going to happen. For all I know, we're all going home.

Gordon:
I have no option now! There's one fucking thing that you can do here, it's a fucking shrimp cocktail. Do you know why? Cause it's not cooked! Give me a fucking shrimp cocktail!

Suzanne:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Give me some shrimp cocktails now. Jean-Philippe! I'm serving shrimp cocktail. At least they're going to get something to eat! Hey you, nothing cooked! Nothing seasoned! Crushed ice in a glass with ketchup!

Sabrina Gresset:
(interview) When Chef Ramsay says "You know what, stop cooking and just send out cold stuff!" That's embarrassing.

Gordon:
Let's go. Shrimp cocktail. Let's go.

Narrator:
With no cooking required...

Van:
GO! GO!! GO!!!

Narrator:
...both kitchens...

Sabrina Gresset:
Five more right here.

Narrator:
...manage to get shrimp cocktail to the dining room.

Jean-Philippe:
With the compliments of Chef Ramsay.

Lady:
A shrimp kind of night. Isn't it?

Gordon:
Hey ladies, come here. Hey, come here! Come here!

Tony:
(interview) Everybody's like freaking out! Like Chef Ramsay's going to walk over with a fricking machine gun and like [imitates a machine gun] blow us all away!

Gordon:
The entire fucking dining room has shrimp cocktail. That's a first for me! You just turned my restaurant into a shrimp stand! And what's the point of going on? Shut it down!

Jim:
(choosing which chef to nominate) I don't know. Van's the one that almost punched JP. (to Van) I think you need to be up there.

Van:
Fuck you, Jim! Dude, I don't give a fuck-

Jim:
Dude, I'm just saying-

Van:
I'm just fucking saying, bro.

Jim:
You can't almost- You can't almost punch a waiter in front of the dining room!

Van:
I'll punch you in your face!

Jim:
That's how you're going to go out? You're going to come at me?

Van:
Suck my fucking dick. What you wanna do, bro? STOP FUCKING LOOKING AT ME LIKE THAT! You're about to get fucked up, bro. [mocking Jim's decision] "Oh, I think you should go up there." Bitch, I was out there rocking the dining room. They love Van!

Jim:
(interview) Van's a powder keg. His temper starts going, and then he has this fuck-the-world attitude.

Van:
(while walking away from the blue team) Stop looking at me like that, bro. I'ma fuck you up.

Jim:
(interview) Burn yourself out, dude. Burn yourself out with all that anger.

Andy:
(to the blue team about Van's meltdown) You don't talk to your team like that.

[After a disastrous dinner service in which both teams lost, the Red team has already nominated Lovely and Tennille for elimination, and the Blue team is about to nominate two of its chefs]

Gordon:
Blue team. Joseph: let's be honest, that's a pretty sorry battalion you got there, isn't it.

Joseph:
Right now it is.

Gordon:
Who's the first nominee for the men?

Joseph:
They can speak for themselves but they know who they are.

Gordon:
Hey smartass, I asked you to tell me. Who's the first nominee, and why?

Joseph:
No problem: Tony, and Andy.

Gordon:
Listen... I know you may be slightly stupid. First nominee and why?

Joseph:
First nominee and why? Tony. He knows why. We sat down as a group and they wouldn't pick each other. You know. No peer pressure! We're men!

Gordon:
Just, just just - what do you want, a fucking medal?

Joseph:
What do you want me to fuckin' say? What do you want me to say? They know who they fuckin' are. We chose as a group and they stand out and they said they belong there. Stand up, they know who they are.

Gordon:
[approaches Joseph] Listen, you chippy idiot. I asked for one nominee and why, plain English. And you're mouthing off, and you couldn't answer me. Now can you just tell me, in fucking plain English, the first nominee, and why he's nominated. Is that fucking clear?!

Joseph:
That's clear!

Gordon:
Thank you! [walks back] Unbelievable! One simple request, who and why, and you make a big fucking song and dance about it!

Joseph:
I ain't no fuckin' bitch, chef, I don't give a fuck. I ain't no bitch.

Gordon:
...what???

Joseph:
I'm not no bitch!

Robert:
He's trying to bring the best out of you. You got to look past it.

Joseph:
He's not bringing the best out of me.

Ariel:
Yeah, show some respect.

Joseph:
Shut your fuckin' mouth is what you should do right now.

Suzanne:
Come on, man!

Joseph:
I'm talkin' here. I don't give a fuck about you. I didn't come here for you.

Suzanne:
You want to be an executive chef, Joe?

Joseph:
Shut your fuckin' mouth!

Gordon:
Oh, my God!

Tek:
You signed up to fucking learn and grow, and...

Joseph:
Yeah, shut your fuckin' mouth.

Tek:
...you do this, dude!

Gordon:
Okay! Answer the fucking question!

Joseph:
You keep talkin' like this, I'll have you out in the fuckin' parking lot! I don't give a fuck. What do you want me to say?

Gordon:
I ask the fucking questions, YOU give the fucking answers!

Joseph:
[takes off his jacket and walks out of the line] Fuck that shit, dawg. I ain't here for that! [approaches Gordon and tosses his jacket at him] You want the fuckin' jacket? You want talk some shit? Let's go step outside, mo'fucka! [gets in Gordon's face] I ain't here for that, dawg!

Joseph:
Wanna talk about fuckin' fighting me?

Gordon:
Oh wow.

Joseph:
Wanna get fuckin' rough?

Gordon:
You think I'm scared? Ah? Look at you.

Joseph:
Yeah, keep talking for the fuckin' cameras.

Gordon:
You've just blown your - yeah, fuck the cameras.

Joseph:
Yeah?

Gordon:
Yeah.

Joseph:
Let's go step outside!

Gordon:
Out in front here? I asked you one simple question, and you couldn't fucking answer me. And then you want to get all tough and up close and personal.

Joseph:
Fuck you.

Gordon:
There you go.

Joseph:
Ain't nothin' but a bitch.

Gordon:
You've got no respect.

Joseph:
No respect?

Gordon:
Now get out.

Joseph:
Fuck you, you fuckin' bitch. [Double flips off the chefs] Fuck all y'all! Right? [the guards lead him out, he trips over the step]

Gordon:
Watch the step.

Joseph:
Yeah, watch the step, bitch.

Gordon:
What an idiot. Total, total shame. [kicks Joseph's jacket up to the table]

Joseph:
(outside the restaurant) I don't need this and that. I don't need some limey - fuckin' - prick - talking to me like that. Without skippin' a beat, I'll go back home, I'll work. Anybody who fuckin' hires me to work in their kitchen, and they'd be PROUD to have me there. FUCK HIM! FUCK HIM.

Gordon:
Where's the scallops?

Tennille:
One minute, guys.

Gordon:
MOVE YOUR ASS!

Tennille:
Ladies, ready. Scallops here, Chef.

Gordon:
Let's go. You've got no color on the scallops. Shit. Tennille! I've got no color on the scallops. Look, they're boiled.

Suzanne:
(to Tennille) That happens when you put too much oil in the pan. They end up marinating themselves, ok?

Tennille:
(interview) Suzanne likes to Hear. Her. Self. Talk!

Suzanne:
There's too much oil in the pan.

Tennille:
(interview) She needs somebody to smack her in her face and tell her to shut the hell up.

Gordon:
What are you doing with them now? You can't put the same ones back in the pan! Oh my god.

Tennille:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
YOU CAN'T PUT THE RUBBER ONES BACK IN THE PAN!

Tek:
Just forget about that one, Tennille. Here, give that to me.

Gordon:
Oh my god.

Sabrina Gresset:
How long Tennille?

Tennille:
(interview) You're talking to me! You're talking to me!

Ariel:
Tennille, how you doing?

Tennille:
(interview) Get out of the way, and let me cook my food!

Gordon:
Can you do it? Or shall I do it?

Tennille:
I can do it, Chef.

Gordon:
Let's go.

Sabrina Gresset:
You ready? On those scallops? How much longer?

Ariel:
Tennille, how long?

Gordon:
MOVE YOUR ASS!

Tennille:
Yes, Chef.

Suzanne:
Tennille, if you sink our ship, I'm going to be pissed.

Tennille:
Listen-

Gordon:
Fuck! What are you doing? What are you doing?

Tennille:
There's too many people talking to me at one time, and I'm just trying to do what you told me to do.

Gordon:
Ok, so do it then.

Tennille:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
And get rid of them.

Tennille:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
Take control of the situation.

Tennille:
Thank you, Chef.

Gordon:
Let's go, madame! Scallops please with the capellini, yes?

Tennille:
Yes, Chef. Yes Chef. (interview) Man, I almost sank the ship! (bringing scallops up) Scallops to the pass. (interview) But after they got out of my way, I was good to go. Did anybody notice that?

Gordon:
(after sparing Lovely and Tennille from elimination) Now listen up: Because Joseph took himself out of the competition, tonight you get a gift--and I'm not sending anybody home. Last chance.

Chefs:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
Understand?

Chefs:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
And I've got one more thing to say to you - in fact, to you all: (in Joseph's tone) I'm nob'dy's bitch. (everyone laughs)

Gordon:
Amanda!

Amanda:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
Twelve threes?

Amanda:
Nine! (that was the correct answer when she incorrectly made eight lamb chops [three portions of three, but she incorrectly said the answer to that question four times])

[Everyone laughs]

Gordon:
Oh, my God.

Amanda:
Thirty-six chef. Thirty-six, I'm sorry, Chef.

[The blue team has to clean up the dorms as punishment]

Robert:
Right now, I just want to win a challenge. I want to win. All through my life I hear bullshit. People thinking shit I'm too fat, too slow, too this, too that. I ain't about to be a loser, I hate it.

Scott Leibfried:
Good, Robert. That's how you should feel. It just kinda sucks that the intensity is coming out during being punished and not neccessarily during...

Robert:
You know, chef I...Fuck!

Scott Leibfried:
Well Robert, what do you want me to tell you? You could've won, you didn't. But you know, the competitive parts should come out during that time and not afterwards.

Robert:
(throws his broom down) I fucking almost died last time for this shit! Don't tell me I ain't giving my fucking 110%! Dancing around like fucking Fred Astaire all fucking day!! LAST SEASON, I ALMOST FUCKING DIED FOR THIS SHIT!! AND I'M HERE AGAIN AND I FUCKING DON'T WANT TO LOSE IT!!! (snaps his broom in half)

[both teams are coming down to the wire during service]

Gordon:
Where's the chicken?!

Robert:
Come on! Come on!

Andy:
(rushing with the chicken) Coming right behind you. Go now!

Scott Leibfried:
Hey, fucking nitwit, that is fucking raw.

Robert:
Oh man! (interview) Here we go again!

Scott Leibfried:
(gets in Andy's face) You get that ready by the time the rest of the fucking table is ready to go! You got it?!

Andy:
Yes, chef.

Scott Leibfried:
GO!

[After a solid good dinner service for the second time in a row]

Gordon:
Right, no close. Ladies, you've beaten by the sides.

Suzanne:
(raises her right hand) Chef, can I get play-by-play on that?

Gordon:
Yeah first of all, okay? I'm telling you, straight to your face, you lost. And you, one more thing, you do have one more member than the men, they did it with eleven arms. No play-by-play, take it on the fucking chin, with a little bit of respect. End of fucking story.

Gordon:
If people were named for their cooking, her name wouldn't be Lovely. It would be Useless.

Gordon:
On order: Four New York strip; two medium well, two well done.

Blue Team:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
Let's go!

Sous Chef Scott:
Hey, Jim, make sure you're keeping a count on your steaks; it's a lot more popular than we thought it was gonna be.

Jim:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
(reading the next order) After that, five New York strip; one rare, hey! Four normal!

Jim:
(interview) As soon as the first four steaks came in and then another five behind that, I went: "So this is the game we're playing tonight. It's Steak-O-Rama here in Hell's Kitchen."

Kevin:
(to Jim) So, I'm gonna try to be your backup here. (interview) All the tickets are coming in, and Jim's getting just... bombed. I'm a little worried right now. But I will bail him out because I'm the fucking man.

Gordon:
Hey, five New York strip, how long? (Jim doesn't respond) Jim doesn't even answer me! Who's counting it down, Jim?!

Kevin:
Five minutes, Chef! Five minutes!

Gordon:
Jim! (Jim finally acknowledges Gordon) Have you switched off?

Jim:
No, I have not switched off!

Gordon:
So what's going next?!

Jim:
Right now is... one rare, four mid...

[While Jim is repeating the order, Gordon notices Van's pan is billowing clouds of smoke.]

Gordon:
Hey, Van! VAN! No no no, stop stop stop, you'll burn someone... (grabs Van's smoking pan and takes it over to the sink)

Jim:
(to Kevin) What is it? Tell me, quick, while he's not looking!

Kevin:
Four mid-rare, one rare. (interview) When people get all fucked up like that, it's cool, 'cause I sit back, 'cause I know I can bail them out, so it makes me look like a hero.

Gordon:
(returning to the pass) Kevin!

Kevin:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
Can you tell Jim what's going next?

Kevin:
I just did, Chef!

Gordon:
Thank you very much!

Kevin:
(interview) This is fun!

[The Red Team have started their first entrées]

Tennille:
(to Tek, regarding the steaks on the grill) You need to organize them a little better so we can get more on.

Tek:
I know, I'm going to. Just chill for a second. (interview) This is my station, and I know what I'm doing, so... back off.

Gordon:
Stand by, yes? Away shortly; five New York strip, one chicken! (Tek ignores him) She's not even answering me...

Tek:
Five strip, coming up now!

Gordon:
NO ONE'S GOT MY BACK HERE! Tek!

Tek:
Five strip, one chicken, walking up now!

Gordon:
Let's go, then! Where's the strip?

Suzanne:
(brings the garnish to the pass) Five orders...

[Gordon checks the steaks; they're VERY undercooked]

Gordon:
(sighs) Fuck off, Tek... Tek! (brings the steaks to Tek's station) That's fucking... that's still blue in there, yeah? Just touch that on top there, touch. Come on, touch it Suzanne! Touch!

Suzanne:
(touches the steaks) Get it back in the oven.

Gordon:
Fingers are going right through it; it's blue!

Tennille:
Do you have room to start grilling off more?

Tek:
Yeah, I will in one second.

Tennille:
(grabs more raw steaks) These are flatter, okay? These are thinner.

Tek:
(interview) There were like, five people working a one-person station. Like, I know how to cook; I'm not a fucking dumbass. (back in the kitchen) Unfortunately, there aren't numerous hot places on the grill.

Tennille:
Okay, mark them and throw them in the oven; I've got a 500-degree oven back here.

Ariel:
(interview) You can't rely on that grill to cook your food for you! The grill has a purpose in that moment, and that purpose is to mark your food, and then you finish it in the oven!

Gordon:
Where's the steaks?

Tek:
(brings the steaks to the pass) Coming up with steaks!

Gordon:
(checks the steaks) Now they're burnt... (brings the steaks back to Tek) I am fucking so upset! That's nicely cooked, that's nicely cooked, and then what are they for?

[Close-up of the steaks; one is properly marked, and the other is black]

Gordon:
They're black! How can I serve THAT and THAT on the SAME TABLE, TEK?!?

Tek:
Sorry, Chef!

Gordon:
I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! What's the matter with you, madam?! HALF THE DINING ROOM HAVE GOT THEIR ENTRÉES!! YOUR HALF ARE STANDING, STARING!!

Suzanne:
(interview) Tek talks more of a game, but if she can't back it up, she's going home.

Gordon:
THIS MAY NOT BE IMPORTANT FOR YOU, MADAM, HEY- BUT MADAM, THIS IS FUCKING SERIOUS, AND YOU'RE SHIT!!! (to the servers) Yeah, just take the fucking lot back, will you? Get out my sight...

[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.

[In the final round of the health food challenge]

Gordon:
Gentlemen, I can't wait for a fantastic dessert. I hope it's substantial. You've probably saved the best until last.

[Dave carries the platter with the blue team's dessert over to Ramsay]

Amanda Davenport:
(interview) Man, that had better be a giant piece of chocolate something, to beat us!

Kevin:
(interview) I was worried, the girls had some really nice stuff. This has got to kick some ass.

Andy:
(interview) I make an apple fruit compote every day of my life. No problem.

[Dave lifts the lid on his platter, and Ramsay instantly starts chuckling]

Gordon:
Oh, come on. What is that?

Dave:
(interview) When Chef Ramsay laughed, it definitely like, stung. I felt like a loser. (Ramsay samples the dessert) Chef, we have an egg white crepe filled with a fruit compote, and we have a blackberry and vanilla yoghurt cream.

Gordon:
It tastes... foul. That's the kind of crap they serve when you have a heart bypass or an ulcer operation, that is a joke. Back in line, Dave.

[Tennille brings her mashed potatoes to the pass]

Gordon:
[finds that the mashed potato was under-portioned] Oh, no. (returns to the workstation) Tennille! That's my two portions of mash, look at that. That's the way I get treated. (shows the mashed potatoes) What the fuck is that! [throws the pan down] Fuck off will you, yeah?

Tennille:
(interview) I take something up to the pass, it's too much - take something else, it's not enough - he's just got to find something to bitch about!

Gordon:
And what'd you want me to do, scoop round inside?

Tennille:
I thought I was over-portioning again, chef.

Gordon:
You're so bizarre - whether this is a joke or an act for you, let me just tell you something: you act pathetically. Why did you send me that pan with no mashed potato in there?

Tennille:
Chef, the other orders you said I over-portioned chef, so I put up--

Gordon:
So now you've gone back the other way with fuck-all in there! Is that clear?!

Tennille:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
Good! You're upset now?

Tennille:
Yeah, I'm fuckin' pissed off!

Gordon:
I'm fucking glad you are! 'cause you're crap!

Tennille:
You're crap. (interview) I'm sick, I'm sick of his shit, man! You're not going to keep talking to me like that!

Gordon:
Hey, madam, madam. Get out.

Tennillle:
Yes, no problem, chef.

Gordon:
Get fucking out.

Tennille:
Oh, I'm out!

Sabrina Gresset:
Oh, no!

Gordon:
Get the fuck out of here!

Tennille:
Fuck you... fuck you! (interview) Right now, I'm pissed off and I'm trying to maintain my cool for slapping him in his jaw.

Sabrina Gresset:
Thanks a lot, Tennille. (interview) Now we have to work her station. Thanks a lot!

[Gordon follows Tennille to the back area, following her walk-out]

Gordon:
Hey!

Tennille:
Busting my ass for you!

Gordon:
That's right. That's right.

Tennille:
Busting my ass for you!

Gordon:
You're not, you're lying.

Tennille:
YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!!

Gordon:
You're lying.

Tennille:
I'M BUSTING MY ASS! GET OFF MY BACK!

Gordon:
Get off your back? Who the fuck-- You're lying.

Tennille:
GET OFF MY BACK! I'M BUSTING MY ASS, YOU KNOW I AM! LET ME DO MY JOB!

Gordon:
Don't you dare turn around and tell me that I'm fucking crap--

Tennille:
You know off my ass!

Gordon:
--or you FUCK OFF through those doors! That's right!

Tennille:
You can dish it, but you can't take it?! [pushes over a rack of trays]

Gordon:
Hey, madam, what are you doing?

Tennille:
COME ON, LET ME IN THE KITCHEN! JUST LET ME IN THE KITCHEN!

Gordon:
Listen to me, you're not-

Tennille:
It's not good enough for you, man!

Gordon:
You're not listening to me! Shut your fat fucking mouth and listen to me! The potatoes are--

Tennille:
I'm trying to learn from you!

Gordon:
You're not learning, you're only opening your fat mouth!

Tennille:
I am! I am! You're the one who's trying to--

Gordon:
Shut up, then! Shut up! Are you going to keep it shut? (Tennille doesn't reply) Are you going to keep it shut?

Tennille:
Shut.

Gordon:
Good! If you can't hack it, fuck off. If you can, get back in there! [Tennille returns to the kitchen] Hey madam!

Tennille:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
Come here! I want an answer!

Tennille:
I'm on my way back into the kitchen, CHEF!

Gordon:
Good! Let's go.

[Tennille returns to the kitchen, where Amanda and Suzanne have taken over the garnishes]

Tennille:
GET OFF MY STATION, PLEASE!! What's working?

[Jean-Philippe has brought a dish back to the pass, because...]

Jean-Philippe:
Chef, it's raw in the center.

Gordon:
Oh, no... Hey, ladies! All of you, c'mere a minute! I'm FED UP with it! (shows them the dish) Give me an answer for that! That's raw pork!

Suzanne:
(interview) Sabrina sent out... raw, raw pork. You can't send out raw pork. It will make you... seriously ill.

Gordon:
Gimme a fucking answer!

Sabrina Gresset:
It's me.

Gordon:
Yeah, oh, is it-?! (smashes the plate in the trash can) FUCK OFF! (pulls the raw pork chop out of the trash) "It's me?!" (shows Sabrina the pork chop) Hey, you- just touch that!

Sabrina Gresset:
Yes, Chef. (interview) Sorry, Chef. That's my bad. Oopsy-doopsy.

Gordon:
How can you do that?

Sabrina Gresset:
I have no excuse, Chef.

[Jean-Philippe has returned to the pass with another dish]

Jean-Philippe:
Chef...

Gordon:
Oh, f- get away... NOT the Blue Team!

Jean-Philippe:
No, it's the Red Kitchen.

Gordon:
The Red? (shows the undercooked lamb to the Red Team) Yeah- oh, damn, there you go! Come here!

Sabrina Gresset:
What?

Gordon:
Medium-well, what'd they request?! (close-up of the lamb)

Sabrina Gresset:
They were medium-well!

Gordon:
That is not medium-WELL!! YOU'RE ARGUING THE CUSTOMER'S WRONG?!?

Sabrina Gresset:
No, Chef!

Gordon:
RAW PORK, UNDERCOOKED LAMB, NOW YOU'RE BLAMING THE CUSTOMER!!!

Sabrina Gresset:
No, Chef.

Gordon:
C'mere, you!

Sabrina Gresset:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
(to the Blue Kitchen) Andy!

Andy:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
Hey, c'mere! (Andy walks over to meet Sabrina and Gordon) You (Sabrina) think the customer's wrong, yes? And you (Andy) can't fucking cook!

Andy:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
(to Sabrina) SWITCH IT OFF! (to Andy) You, FUCK off, will you?!

Andy:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
(After eliminating Jim from Hell's Kitchen) Big man, let me tell you something. I can teach a chef how to cook but I can't give you a heart. You're not the Tin Man and I'm not the fucking Wizard of Oz.

Gordon:
All of you, come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! (to Kevin) Hey, Kevin, you're starting to piss me off! PUT IT DOWN! When I ask you to stop with you're doing, you better fucking stop it! Come here! Cocky! OUT OF THE WAY! (grabs a rabbit) Fucking raw! (throws the rabbit on the floor) (Kevin) Happy now? You're standing there tossing your tagliatelle to make yourself look good, I'm serving raw rabbit, CHEF?

Kevin:
Understood, chef.

Gordon:
(to Robert) You? Fuck off!

Robert:
Yeah. Yes, chef.

Gordon:
DON'T START ACTING LIKE A BABY OVER IT!

Robert:
I'M NOT ACTING LIKE-!

Gordon:
SHUT IT! SWITCH IT OFF! ALL OF YOU, YOU'RE DONE!

Dave:
Fuck!

Robert:
(interview) (after blue team lost the dinner service) Yes, I have bad service. But I do not deserve to go home. Because people here, but Andy has better than me.

Gordon:
Robert, tell me why do think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen on the back of that performance?

Robert:
My history here in Hell's Kitchen never been on the block once. And I'm disgusted that I even share the same fucking stage this guy (Andy) right here. Been here three times not bad for the team always fucking around.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with lamb]

Gordon:
Oh, fucking hell... What's the matter?

Jean-Philippe:
Raw, chef.

Gordon:
What?

Jean-Philippe:
It's not cooked.

Gordon:
Oh, fucking hell. Sabrina!

Sabrina Gresset:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!

Sabrina Greset:
No, chef!

Gordon:
So WHY?!

Sabrina Gresset:
(interview) I should have stuck to my grounds when I said it wasn't ready. I said we can't go and Suzanne forced me to go. Suzie fucked me.

Gordon:
Hey madam! Madam, come here! (gives her the lamb) Take that.

Sabrina Gresset:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Inconsistent, dry lamb on the outside, raw in the centre, fuck off and eat it! (leads Sabrina to the dining room) There you go! Taste your own medicine! PISS OFF!!

Sabrina Gresset:
Thank you, chef. (interview) Are you kidding? Chef kicked me out of the kitchen, and I'm not with my team anymore. It's like the worst of worsts. (sighs)

Gordon:
Two sea bass, halibut, lamb, yes?

Red Team:
Yes, Chef!

Gordon:
How long?

Red Team:
One minute, Chef!

Gordon:
One minute, let's go!

Sabrina:
(to Suzanne) I can go with that lamb, are you ready?

Suzanne:
Sounds good; I'm ready.

Amanda:
I got the garnish!

Suzanne:
You got that?

Sabrina:
(bringing the lamb up) One lamb, medium, coming to the pass! (to Tennille) S'cuse me, behind you...

Gordon:
Sea bass, Suzanne!

Suzanne:
I need another minute, sorry.

Gordon:
(to the server) Stop.

Sabrina:
Fuck! If they would just-! (interview) Oh, not again!

Gordon:
Come on, fucking hell, come on...

Suzanne:
Sorry, Chef. I thought I could do it, but...

Gordon:
Well, I'm fucking out to dry now, aren't I? I'm standing here with my fucking pants down again.

Suzanne:
Just one minute, Chef! One minute!

Gordon:
Still one minute?

Tennille:
(to the Red Team) Everybody buckle down and let's go! We can do this!

Gordon:
Tennille! And you wonder why I go fucking apeshit? Stand here for five minutes and see how PAINFUL it is!

Tennille:
Understood, Chef. (interview) Everybody's got their stuff up! We don't wanna hold up the whole thing and let it get cold!

Gordon:
(to Suzanne) I'm not gonna- it's not gonna die here!

Suzanne:
No, Chef!

Gordon:
Thirty seconds sea bass, yes?

Suzanne:
Yes, Chef! (checks her sea bass, and it breaks) Shit! Fuck me!

Gordon:
Come ON!

Suzanne:
Sorry, guys. (to Gordon) Chef, I killed the table.

Gordon:
TAKE THE FUCKING TRAY BACK!! Fuck off with you, yeah?! Fuck- fuck right off, yeah?! (takes the tray containing the rest of the order) There you go! (hands the tray to Suzanne) Yeah, that's you! Take it back!

Tennille:
(interview) NOW WE GOTTA DO IT ALL OVER AGAIN?! THANKS A LOT, SUZANNE!

Ariel:
You fucking shitting me?! UGH!!

Gordon:
RIGHT NOW, I AM NOT GONNA START SERVING HALF A FUCKING TABLE! NO CHANCE!

Suzanne:
No, Chef!

Gordon:
AND NOW YOU'RE DRAGGING THE FUCKING KITCHEN!

Tennille:
(to Suzanne) We're behind. We gotta pick it up, okay?

Suzanne:
I'm trying to go as fast as I can!

Tennille:
(interview) SUZANNE! SUNK! THE! SHIP! She sunk us! Left us on the curb!

Gordon:
(to Suzanne) DO SOMETHING ABOUT IT!!!

Suzanne:
Guys, I can't have my station be a fucking dump pit!

[The Blue Team is down to their final three tickets]

Sous Chef Scott:
Okay, guys! Away now: the halibut, sea bass, and two lamb!

Andy:
I'm not gonna make it on potatoes! I'm out of mash!

Sous Chef Scott:
You'd better find a way to make some mashed potatoes right now!

Andy:
Can anybody help me with potatoes?

Dave:
I'll get the potatoes!

Andy:
Thank you!

Dave:
(interview) Andy ran out of mashed potatoes, so I rushed into the back of the house and grabbed some. (returns to the kitchen with a container of potato pieces) I got all these potato ends, I could make mash with that.

Sous Chef Scott:
(to Andy and Dave) I just want you to know that I am fucking handcuffed right now because we need to wait on potatoes.

Gordon:
(walks into the Blue Kitchen, unaware of what happened) Wait, what's the matter?

Sous Chef Scott:
We're waiting on potatoes.

Gordon:
Potatoes?

Dave:
I'm gonna make 'em really fast. Really fast!

Gordon:
We're now fucking standing still with no mashed potato. Whistler, here I come. Yeah, fucking useless... (to Andy) Hey, you. (gives him the come-hither) Do me a favor, yeah? Go and tell tables 15, 5 and 4, yeah? We're short on mash. Let's go! HURRY UP!

Andy:
Yes.

Gordon:
FUCK OFF!

Andy:
(to the Blue Team) Watch my stuff, please. (leaves the kitchen)

Gordon:
GET IN THERE!!!

[during preparations]

Dave:
What else do we have to do?

Andy:
AH!!! (cuts his finger when slicing a potato) Fuck me! FUCK!

Scott Leibfried:
Medic! I need a medic!

Dave:
Are you serious?

Andy:
Umm, it's just a cut, second on the middle thumb, middle finger. It's getting in the fingers too. (reveals that the tips of 3 of his fingers are almost cut off completely, and a dissonant chord plays)

Dave:
(interview) Andy, like, the tips of his fingers were literally taken off. It was so deep and so horrible.

Medical crew:
(Dispatching to the paramedics) I have Andy. He needs to go to the clinic and needs stitches on its all three fingers.

[In the Blue Kitchen, Andy has fallen behind on appetizers, and Dave volunteers to pick up the slack.]

Andy:
I need double risotto made while I make a crepe.

Dave:
(working on his meat entrées) I can work your risotto; give me one minute.

Andy:
Get over here one second; I'm ready to go.

Dave:
You got two risotto here?

Andy:
Yes, two risotto.

Dave:
(works on the risottos) I got it. (interview) I said I was gonna help Andy all night, but, uh... I'm really getting pummeled.

Gordon:
Lamb, please!

Dave:
Comin' right up!

Gordon:
Where's the tagliatelle?

Dave:
Right here.

[Fast-paced music begins to play]

Gordon:
Where's the risotto?

Dave:
I have a risotto.

Gordon:
Where's the steaks?

Dave:
And steak!

Gordon:
Lamb! (claps hands)

[Dave switches back-and-forth between his risotto and lamb; blowing out a small fire in his lamb pan]

Gordon:
Let's go! Risotto, please!

Dave:
Yes, Chef! (runs back-and-forth between all his dishes)

Van:
(interview) Dave's running around in the kitchen all crazy, slidin' around. Dave's got one arm, but that boy can cook!

Gordon:
Tagliatelle!

Dave:
Yes, Chef! Right here!

Gordon:
Now! (claps hands)

Dave:
Coming up right up to the window, Chef! (rushes the lamb and sauce to the pass, along with the tagliatelle) Tongs! Give me tongs, please! (someone hands him tongs) I got it! (rushes the tongs to the pass and puts them in the tagliatelle) Tagliatelle in the window.

Gordon:
(tastes the risotto) Dave! Don't take this the wrong way, but you're ten thousand times better cook with one hand!

Dave:
(interview; fist-pumps) WOO!

Andy:
I'll finish two crepes.

Kevin:
(interview) Andy was just fucking up all night long. He's just turn into a disaster. (to Andy) Bring one crepe up, and I'll follow with another.

Gordon:
Andy, what aren't you doing anything?

Andy:
He's (Kevin) assisting me, chef.

Gordon:
You're not assisting him, you're doing it! And he's standing there watching you. (to Andy) Hey, you! Hey, come here! Do me a favour: FUCK OFF! UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! PISS OFF! (to the remaining members of the Blue team) Anyone who acts like a fucking idiot can piss off! (to Van) Hello! Are you listening?

Van:
I'm listening chef.

Gordon:
Next fucking person out! Concentrate!

Blue team:
Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Suzanne]

Gordon:
Fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Come here, both (Sabrina Gresset and Suzanne) of you! It's requested med-rare! All of you, come here! Touch that! Yeah, touch that! Touch that - YOU (Sabrina) TOUCH IT AS WELL!! What is that?!

Suzanne:
Medium-well, chef.

Gordon:
Medium-well?

Suzanne:
Well-done, chef.

Gordon:
Yeah, hey! Overcooked!

Suzanne:
(interview) I overcooked liked an entire pan of lamb. Oh, it's terrible!

Gordon:
(slams the plates down) Medium-well? And... that's well done? (to Suzanne and Sabrina) Well-done to you! And well-done to you! I can't believe just how inconsistent you are!! Do me a favour: You and you FUCK OFF UPSTAIRS! GET OUT!! Both of you!

Tennille:
(interview) Holy shit! He's going to shut us down!

Gordon:
Get out! Get out!!

Kevin Cottle:
(interview) (after escaping elimination) We don't want Suzanne (moved to blue team), we don't want her all. But it doesn't matter what jacket Suzanne has all on me. She's going to go home just like anybody else. I will be the last man standing.

[Gordon has found out that Van has brought up 7 scallops instead of 6]

Gordon:
Van, come here! Straight away! Two three's are what?

Van:
Two three's?

Gordon:
Two times three?

Van:
Two three's?

Gordon:
Two three's are what? Two times three?

Van:
(interview) I'm kind of confused on that right now. (to Gordon) What?

Gordon:
Van!

Van:
I don't understand chef.

Gordon:
You don't understand two times three?

Van:
(interview) I can count, yes. (to Gordon) Yeah, it's six.

Gordon:
So you gave me seven--

Van:
I gave you an extra. I'm sorry, it won't happen again.

Gordon:
Dumbo!

[Gordon sees the halibut was raw]

Gordon:
Come here, all of us! Just come here! Come here, all of you! Look, it's not... it's just... no, it's not about "oh"! (angrily smashes the halibut on the plate after someone (most likely Dave) says "oh" in disappointment) It's NOT about that!

Dave:
(interview) Oh... dammit! Halibut splurged all over my face and like I have little tiny like bits of halibut in my eyes.

Gordon:
Van, so you started to sear on the sea bass. Come here! Quick and you leave it there! You're searing a sea bass!

Van:
It's big.

Gordon:
LISTEN TO ME!!!

Van:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
We haven't sent the appetisers!

Van:
(interview) HERE WE GO AGAIN! NEW FUCKING NIGHT!

Gordon:
(to Van) Hey! I'm watching you like a horn fucking eagle! Poissonier! Let's go.

[Van begins to cook scallops]

Van:
Coming up, chef.

Gordon:
Scallops!

Van:
Coming right now, chef. [beads of sweat fall on his scallops]

Gordon:
Van! VAN! NO, NO, NO, STOP! Come here, you're sweating in the food!

Van:
It's hot, chef.

Gordon:
I know, it's fucking hot! (throws his spoon down) YOU'RE SWEATING IN THE FOOD!!!

Van:
(interview) Man, I was sweating my ass off. (flashback of Van's sweat falling on his scallops) I own there to win the food.

Gordon:
(to Van) What's wrong with you? Serve them? By the way, you got a little touch of Van that one. Look at me, HELP ME OUT HERE!

Van:
(interview) I'm out there busting my ASS, bro, I'm sweating my ASS off! (to Gordon) I'm working as hard as I can do for you, chef.

Gordon:
You're sweating in the food, Van!

Van:
(interview) He makes me look like a bitch constantly.

Gordon:
Send the whole fucking lot back, Scott, I can't go like this again.

Tennille:
Hey, Ariel, can you go up in two minutes?

Ariel:
Yes.

Gordon:
Good communication!

Tennille:
(interview) Save it 'til the end of service, Chef! You're making me blush!

Gordon:
Two scallops, let's go!

Van:
(walking to the pass with his scallops) I'm going up!

Tennille:
Two minutes, counting down! (interview) What's my name?

Gordon:
Tennille!

Tennille:
(interview) Tennille~!

Gordon:
Somebody's taking my fucking lead! The person I least expected to!

Narrator:
Tennille has impressed Chef Ramsay with her communication.

Tennille:
Coming up with two lamb and sauce right now, Chef. (brings the lamb and sauce to the pass) Lamb on your side, Chef.

Narrator:
Now she hopes to impress him with her cooking.

Gordon:
(plating the lamb) That lamb's perfectly cooked.

Tennille:
(interview) The first time I hear Chef say "This lamb's perfectly cooked", I'm like, "Stay perfect! As soon as you slip, you know what he's gonna do?! SHOVE THAT LAMB UP YO' ASS!"

Gordon:
(gets Ariel's garnish pan) Just stop! Come here, come here. ALL OF YOU, COME HERE!!

Dave:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
(points to Ariel) You!

Ariel:
I'm sorry, chef. I turned around for a minute.

Gordon:
Look!

Ariel:
(interview) That lettuce, I didn't even know the fucking burner was on. (to Gordon) Sorry, chef.

Gordon:
What the FUCK are you doing?! It's in front of your FUCKING eyes!! (throws the pan in the bin) This is not possible! NOT GOOD ENOUGH ARIEL!!

Ariel:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
(holds up a piece of burnt lettuce) WHO THE FUCK'S GONNA EAT THAT?! (throws it in the bin)

Ariel:
(interview) Black and burnt salmon garnish. (during service) Lettuce needs about 2 more minutes. (interview) It doesn't get much worse than that.

Gordon:
Scott, clear out, come here. Fuck off. Fuck me. [he and Sous-Chef Scott exits the kitchen and restaurant]

Van:
Is that it? Or what?

Gordon:
Fuck that. Absolutely fuck that.

Sous-Chef Scott:
Not worth it.

Gordon:
Fuck them.

Dave:
What the hell is going on here?

Gordon:
Can't take it any more. I cannot take it any more. Un-fucking real. Oh, fuck me. That's a first.

Jean-Philippe:
They're gone. So, are they coming back?

Gordon:
I can't take it anymore. Oh, dear.

Gordon:
Stop. (to Kevin in the dining room) Kevin, now.

Kevin:
(interview) Oh, shit. Here we go.

Gordon:
Urgently, Kevin. Let's go. (Kevin enters the kitchen) I've never done that. No-one's ever pushed me that far to fucking just disappear in my own fucking restaurant. Nobody! (to Van, Ariel and Suzanne) You, you, you. Fuck off, will you, yeah?! Get out of here! Just get out! All of you!

Gordon:
Van may have been a poissonier, but his performance on fish was anything but Vantastic.

Gordon:
Suzanne had a red jacket, she had a blue jacket, she had a black jacket. Now she has no jacket.