Hell's Kitchen (uncensored)/Season 6

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Hell's Kitchen is an American cooking reality show based on the British program of the same title, where Chef Gordon Ramsay puts aspiring chefs through different challenges and dinner services to decide who is the best.

Episode One [6.01][edit]

[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!

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 it. 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 Brussels 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 going to go head to head, without a fucking doubt. I will drag him out to the parking lot by his fucking jacket and stomp the shit out of him. That's bullshit! I nailed that fucking dish. He knew it and I knew it! No fucking way!

Van: (interview) I think sometimes people underestimate me because I'm just a tatted-up country boy from Texas...
Gordon: Alright, off you go.
Van: (interview) ...but I'm a beer drinker with a sophisticated palette! [laughs]
Gordon: That looks interesting. What is it?
Van: It's a seared foie gras with mint and caramel.
Gordon: It's very neat.
Tennille: (interview) Aw, it's looking grim for us. But, if the other guy's dish sucks, there's still hope!
Gordon: [tastes Van's dish] There's something quite intriguing about that. The mint cuts down the richness of the foie gras. Congratulations, men. Well done.
Van: (interview) WOO-HOO!
Kevin: (interview) Looks are very deceiving! That guy's got some talent under those muscles.

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!

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.

[Before dinner service started]
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 checks on scallops brought up by Jim]
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 checks the scallops on Tek's station]
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]
Tennille: (interview) We've only had one table, but have made the same dish six million times. That's chaos! That's like apocalyptic chaos!

[Gordon notices Louie putting an unseasoned lamb in the oven]
Gordon: Louie? Did you just put the lamb in the oven?!
Louie: Yes.
Gordon: Oh, my God! [calls out the entire team] Hey, guys! Come here quick! Quickly! 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]
Louie: Sorry.
Gordon: 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 primal instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.
Gordon: Fucking hell!

[Gordon returns to the red kitchen for the Red Team's first appetizers]
Gordon: For the eighth time, can I have one fucking scallops and a fucking beautifully cooked capellini?!
Tennille: Let's go! This is right this time!
Lovely: [to Melinda] Okay, you taste the pasta and you tell me. [tastes capellini with Melinda]
Tennille: First second, we're rolling! Let's go, we can do it! [to Melinda] Is it cooked or not?
Melinda: Good.
Tennille: Yes?! Let's go!
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, thirty 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 a 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?! '[voice cracks] 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]
Melinda: Yes, chef.
Melinda: Yes, chef.
Tennille: (interview) That girl's gonna lead us to destruction. She's stupid! [shakes her head] Man!

[Gordon notices Louie cooking spinach in a pan instead of meat]
Gordon: Joseph.
Joseph: Yes, chef!
Gordon: You're on the garnish.
Joseph: Yes.
Gordon: Louie's on the meat.
Joseph: Yes.
Gordon: He's cooking the spinach! Why?
Joseph: I don't know why.
Louie: I–I thought I had to put it altogether, chef.
Gordon: What's your section?!
Louie: I'm doing lamb, and–and rack of lamb, and chicken!
Louie: I thought it went on the plate, sir. (interview) I was just trying to get a head start. Maybe Chef Ramsay should just pull the panties out of his ass or something.
Gordon: Louie!
Louie: Yes, sir.
Gordon: We got enough problems cooking lamb! I don't want you touching the fucking spinach!
Louie: Okay.
Joseph: Chef, let me do the lamb. Bring him over here, please.
Gordon: Listen, listen. Listen to me. Hey, listen to me, yeah?
Joseph: Yes.
Gordon: My fucking kitchen.
Joseph: [puts hands up] Absolutely.
Gordon: My fucking restaurant.
Joseph: Alright.
Gordon: Hey, and right now, big boy—Hey! I'm looking like a fucking idiot!
Joseph: I got it!

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 should eighty-six it.
Gordon: That's right! 'Cause she's (Amanda) wrapped it frozen!
Heather: And we have five on order.
Gordon: And 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] Wha... 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 that Louie has wasted a huge amount of lamb]
Gordon: What's all that lamb here? Look at this! Hey, Van! You, hey, 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! [follows Louie outside the blue kitchen] 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 fucking bags? I'm out. My bags are packed. HE CAN KISS! MY! FUCKING! ASS!!
Narrator: With the kitchen at a complete standstill...
Van: It's like a bad dream, really.
Narrator: ...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]

Melinda: (interview) I'm really disappointed. I really was looking forward to be spending more time with Chef Ramsay. Chef Gordon Ramsay, I'd love to make you a four-course dinner and you could see exactly what kind of talent I have.

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

Episode Two [6.02][edit]

[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. [to blue team] 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.

Narrator: Lovely is having trouble getting started.
Gordon: [sees some scallops on Tek's station] Stop, stop! What's the scallops doing down here?
Lovely: It wasn't hot enough, Chef. I won't get a nice sear on it.
Gordon: What?! [goes to Lovely's station; finds that the stove is not on] It's off! Turn the fucking gas up! You can't cook with no gas!
Lovely: (interview) Well, duh? I thought they were on. (to Gordon) Tek told me they were on.
Tek: (interview) It's your responsibility to turn on the flame. I mean, come on.
Gordon: Now, it's on!
Lovely: I apologize, Chef.

[Tony brings his scallops to the pass, Gordon checks it]
Gordon: [finds that the scallops are raw] Oh, no. Tony? You've got better vision than anybody with those four eyes of yours. Look at that! It's stone-cold and it's raw! Can you cook?
Tony: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What can you cook?
Tony: Anything, chef.
Gordon: You are dreaming. Move, Tony, yeah?

Jean-Philippe: [to Van] Can you just listen to me?
Van: NO! (interview) I was just trying to keep Hell's Kitchen going, and JP's all in my nuts!
[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 laughs and rolls his tongue around]

Van: (interview) Hell yeah! That shrimp was Van-licious tonight! [to diner] You're gonna love it, brother! You're gonna love it. My name's Van by the way. (interview) They were lovin' it, they were eatin' it up. It's all about charisma and finesse.
[Van suddenly drops the pan while preparing the tableside scampi, and the shrimp fall on the floor]
Van: Come on! Alright. (interview) I wasn't having too much finesse when I dropped the pans, but they still loved it. [to diners] Alright, we're gonna try that again. [drops the pan again] I'm sorry! He's gonna yell at me here in a minute! I gotta go get a pan, okay? I will be right back.
Female Diner: Don't get in trouble!

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 saw 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.
Van: I'm sorry, chef.
Jean-Philippe: He's not respecting this 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.

Tennille: Chef Ramsay, sir, I'm definitely behind.
Gordon: [calls the Red Team] Okay, hey, come here you. All of you! So, how many tables are you backed up?
Tennille: Team, I have 55, 40, 54 and 32 to go.
Gordon: Yeah, basically, six tables she's backed up.
Ariel: (interview) Tennille is sinking the team. We are so far in the weeds right now, I don't even know how we're going to to get out.
Gordon: Do you know something?
Tennille: Yes, chef?
Gordon: You're a great fucking talker, but you're a shit cook. You've just sunk your team!
Tennille: I did not, chef.
Gordon: Madam, FUCK OFF!!

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, a chicken nugget? OI!! Come here you! Now you've cut them up like bits of 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: Where's the chicken?
Sabrina: Chicken to the pass.
Gordon: Yeah. I'd like to get something out, yes?
Sabrina: Yes, sir.
Suzanne: (to Robert) It's raw.
Gordon: [returning with chicken] Oh, dear. The chicken's pink!
Suzanne: (interview) Hmm, put it back in the oven. For the future, you should listen to me. Period. (to Sabrina) If I tell you I know that it's raw, it's raw. That's the last time it's done.
Gordon: The chicken is pinker than your fucking lipstick!
Sabrina: Yes, chef. [Gordon angrily throws the chicken in the bin] Sorry, chef.

[Gordon checks on sea bass brought up by Lovely]

Gordon: Sea bass is raw. Lovely!
Lovely: Yes, chef?
Gordon: It's not! IT'S SHIT! COME HERE! Sea bass is raw! Translucent and pink! [throws the sea bass away]
Lovely: Yes, chef. (interview) The sea bass was not raw. I didn't see any pink, it was all opaque. [brings another sea bass up to the pass] Chef, the re-fired sea bass is coming up. (interview) So, Chef Ramsay, get your eyes checked. I think that he's getting kind of old.
Gordon: Lovely!
Lovely: Yes, chef?
Gordon: (holds up the re-fired sea bass, which this time is burnt) There you go, there you go. Come here you! She sends out black sea bass.
Suzanne (interview) Um, 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 sea bass away]
Lovely: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Dumbo!

[Gordon asks for chicken in the Red kitchen]
Gordon: One roasted crown chicken!
Sabrina: Yes, chef. I'm ready for it.
Gordon: [sees that the chicken is burnt] It's burnt, the chicken!
Sabrina: Is it?
Gordon: It's crispy and burnt! Oh, my God!
Sabrina: 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: (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: 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!

[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: Gentlemen. 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 smart-arse, 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: We can keep talkin' like this 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, dog. I ain't here for that! [approaches Gordon and tosses his jacket at him] You want a fuckin' jacket? You want talk some shit? Let's go step outside, motherfucker! [gets in Gordon's face] I ain't here for that, dog!

Episode Three [6.03][edit]

[continuing the confrontation from the episode before. A couple of guards step in to separate Joseph from Gordon.]

Joseph: Want to talk about fuckin' fighting?
Gordon: Oh wow.
Joseph: Want to get fuckin' rough?
Gordon: D'you think I'm scared? Huh? 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: We can step outside!
Gordon: We're standing 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: You ain't nothing 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! You heard it? [Joseph 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 or that. I don't need some limey fuckin' prick talking to me like that. Without skippin' a beat, go back home, I'll work. Anybody would fuckin' hire me to work in their kitchen, and they'd be proud to have me there! Fuck him... fuck him...

Gordon: Where's the lamb?
Amanda: Right here, chef! (brings her lamb to the pass)
Gordon: [finds that Amanda has brought up eight lamb chops instead of nine] I'm missing... I'm missing... Hey madam! I got eight chops! I'm missing one. Three threes are what!?
Amanda: Three.
Gordon: Three threes are three, fuck me. Three times three is what?!
Amanda: Six, chef.
Gordon: Six?! Oh, my God!
Amanda: Nine, I'm sorry! I'm not listen- !
Gordon: What?! Three times three, Amanda?!
Amanda: Nine!
Gordon: Nine! Then give me nine fucking chops, you stupid thick bitch!
Amanda: Yes chef! (interview) I might not be able to add or multiply whatever he wants, but I can definitely cook.
Gordon: Come here! All of you! Is that the best lamb we got?! A magical experience inside Hell's Kitchen (throws the lamb away) and that's the best lamb we got?!
Amanda: Okay, chef.
Gordon: Bullshit!
Amanda: Yeah, I have another lamb.
Ariel: Come on, Amanda!

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 nobody's bitch. (everyone laughs) Now get some sleep.

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.

Episode Four [6.04][edit]


Van: I gotta clean up after these fucking pigs, man? Fuck that!
Kevin: A bunch of fucking executive chefs up there can't even make a sausage. What the fuck's that all about?
Robert: You better watch your motherfucking mouth when you speak about that shit in here!
Kevin: Who me?
Robert: Yeah, you.
Kevin: Watch my mouth?!
Robert: Yeah! Yeah, you!
Kevin: What the fuck did you put up to the pass?! Don't fucking tell me to watch my mouth!
Robert: Let's fucking go, man!
Kevin: Go ahead! Push me!
Robert: What the fuck are you talking about?!
Kevin: Push me!
Robert: I've given you nothing but motherfucking respect! Why don't you watch your fucking mouth?!
Kevin: WHY?! WHY CAN'T I SAY THAT?! What did you guys put up?!
Robert: Stop talking to me! I'M DONE WITH THIS SHIT, MAN! FUCK THIS SHIT, MAN! You made me look like a horse's ass, man! I'm mad at us, man! Me and you, Jim! (interview) I'm boiling because all my life I've been batted down and told that you ain't shit. I refuse to take that! Like, I am a winner, dude. I ain't no fucking loser. I'm a winner all day!
Van: Just keep it together, y'all.

[The blue team has to clean up the dorms as punishment]
Robert: Right now, I wanna just win a challenge. I want to win. All through my life I hear bullshit. You know, 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 kinda sucks that the intensity is coming out during being punished and not necessarily during the...
Robert: You know, chef I...
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 at that time and not afterwards.
Robert: [throws his broom down] Motherfucker, I almost died last time for this fucking shit! Don't tell me I ain't fucking got it like I don't give my shit 110%! Dancing around that line like fucking Fred Astaire all fucking day [kicks bin] up in this place!! LAST SEASON, I ALMOST FUCKING DIED FOR THIS SHIT!! AND I'M HERE AGAIN AND I DON'T FUCKING LIKE LOSING!! [breaks his broom]

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Andy]
Gordon: Andy! [raises a lamb] You're a first class cunt!
Robert: [to Andy] I told you not to send that shit!
Gordon: Hey, look! There you go! That's Whistler for you, yes?
Andy: No, chef.
Gordon: Yeah? That's the Araxi Restaurant in Whistler, yes?! [throws the lamb away] Fuck off, will you?!

[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.

Episode Five [6.05][edit]

Gordon: Where's the steaks?
Tek: Coming up with steaks. [brings her steaks to the pass]
Gordon: [checks the steaks] Now, they're burnt. [returns to Tek's station] I am fucking so upset. That's nicely cooked, that's nicely cooked, but what are they for? They're black. HOW CAN 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 madam! This is fucking serious and you're shit!! [to the Red Team] Just take the fucking lot back will you? Get out of my sight.

[Jim is poking the steaks with tongs]
Gordon: Hey, Jim! Touch it with your fingers! You've got control of your fingers.
Jim: Yes, chef.
Gordon: There, touch–there we go, they're ready. When you've got the tongs and you're stabbing it, stabbing it, stabbing it–you're not performing appendicitis, you fuck!
Jim: Yes, chef.

[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) OHHH! 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 good. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.

Gordon: Tennille.
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: First nominee and why, please.
Tennille: Chef, the first nominee was Tek.
Gordon: Tek?
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Why was that?
Tennille: The team felt as if Tek has deflated the last several services.
Gordon: Right. Second nominee?
Tennille: [pause] Unfortunately, chef–which is a load of bullshit–I've been put up, chef. [Gordon looks shocked] I'm not the fucking weakest person on this team, though.
Gordon: Who do you think should be the second nominee?
Tennille: Amanda, chef.
Gordon: Interesting. [sighs and facepalms] Oh, God almighty. Right, Tek and Tennille, step forward please. Let's cut the bullshit, shall we? Amanda... get your arse up here. [Amanda walks up with Tek and Tennille] Tennille, why should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Tennille: Every fucking challenge, every fucking service I get better. I'm better for the team, I'm getting stronger. I think it's bullshit that I'm up here.
Gordon: How many times have you been up here?
Tennille: I've been up here twice, man! They know I'm getting strong, so now they're scared.
Gordon: Have you got anything left in the tank?
Tennille: Yes, chef! I've been busting my fucking ass! Don't you see how pissed off I am that I'm even up here?! This is bullshit! I shouldn't even be up here!
Gordon: Do me a favour.
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: [pause] Back in line.
Tennille: Yes, chef!

Gordon: I kept on waiting for Tek to emerge. She couldn't even handle her station. Tek had a total meltdown.

Episode Six [6.06][edit]

[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 laughing]
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.

[Gordon has found out that Tennille has over-portioned a spinach]
Gordon: What's all this spinach for? [to Tennille] I know you're wearing glasses, come here. Why is all the spinach cooked like this? You've got twelve portions in there.
Tennille: Uh chef, I made enough spinach for all that was on order chef.
Gordon: So you can't do one table at a time reheating spinach?
Tennille: Yes, chef. I can, chef.
Gordon: Well, wake up! Wake up!
Tennille: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Cook the spinach to order, you lazy cow!
Tennille: (interview) Chef Ramsay needs to learn how to show some respect, especially when I'm up there working hard.
Gordon: Stewed spinach? Yeah, rabbit food! [slams the garnish pan on her station] Fuck you!
Tennille: (interview) He's a disrespectful old British motherfucker!

[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 fucking pissed off!
Gordon: I'm fucking glad you are! Because 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.
Tennille: Yes, no problem, chef.
Gordon: Get fucking out.
Tennille: Oh, I'm out!
Sabrina: 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: Thanks a lot, Tennille. (interview) Now we have to work her station. [sarcastically] 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.
Gordon: You're lying.
Gordon: Get off your back? Who the fuck–You're lying.
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?
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?

Gordon: One halibut, one chicken!
Kevin: You hear that, Andy?! You need to pay attention! I can't remember everything for you!
Gordon: One halibut, yes?!
Andy: Yes, chef!
Gordon: How many halibut?
Andy: Two halibut, one–
Gordon: Oh my GOD! He can't count to fucking two! DID YOU GO TO SCHOOL?!
Andy: (interview) I don't think you really need to go to school to learn to count. I think you can go learn that at home if you'd like. [to Gordon as he brings halibut to the pass] Right behind you.
Gordon: Oh, no. [to Andy] Hey.
Andy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I can't even separate it! It's raw! RAW! RAW! GET IT BACK IN THE OVEN!!
Andy: Yes, chef!
Kevin: (interview) Andy's just fucking everything up. It's just really, really driving me nuts.

Narrator: While the Blue Team waits for Andy to cook one halibut, the Red kitchen...
Gordon: Let's go. Service, please.
Narrator: ...is quickly sending out entrées.
Female Diner: [to Jean-Philippe about a piece of raw pork] It's raw. Inedible.
Narrator: Perhaps a little too quickly.
Female Diner: That's raw pink.
[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with pork]
Jean-Philippe: Chef, it's raw in the centre.
Gordon: Oh, no. Hey ladies, all of you come here a minute! I'm fed up with it! 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: Give me a fucking answer!
Sabrina: It's me.
Gordon: Yeah, was it?! [angrily throws the plate away] FUCK OFF!! [gets the raw pork in the bin] "It's me"?! [gives the pork to Sabrina] Hey, there you go. Just touch that!
Sabrina: Yes, chef. It's raw. (interview; sighs) Sorry, chef. That's my bad. Oopsie-doopsie.
Gordon: How can you do that?
Sabrina: I have no excuse, chef.

[Andy brings his second attempt at halibut to the pass]
Gordon: [after touching the halibut] Oh, no. Andy, come here! Now, we go from one extreme to the other. Touch that there! It's like a FUCKING BULLET!
Andy: I'll go fire some more, chef.
Kevin: (interview) Andy's not getting his shit right. It was really getting me worried.
Gordon: It's like an ice hockey puck! It's disintegrating into mush, look!
Andy: I see, chef.
Gordon: Look! Look, look. You [angrily throws the fish] SEE FUCK ALL!! And then you say that's cooking? You're screwing your team!
Andy: Yes, I am, chef.

Gordon: Andy! Have we got one more piece of halibut?! [brings another overcooked halibut filet] Look what you've given me.
Andy: Guys, I gotta slow down! I'm sorry!
Kevin: Come on!
Dave: (interview) He's dragging the whole service down for the team.
Gordon: [to Andy] This is fucking dire!
Andy: I'm in the weeds, guys.
Dave: (interview) We're all screwed.
Gordon: HURRY UP!!

[After Jean-Philippe returned to the pass with lamb, Gordon has had it]
Gordon: Oh, get away. Not the Blue team.
Jean-Philippe: No, it's the Red kitchen.
Gordon: The Red? [returns the lamb to the workstation] Yeah, damn! There you go! Come here!
Sabrina: Oh, what?
Gordon: "Medium-well." What do they request?
Sabrina: They were medium-well.
Gordon: THAT IS NOT MEDIUM-WELL!! You're arguing the customer's wrong!
Sabrina: No, chef.
Gordon: Raw pork, undercooked lamb, now you're blaming the customers!
Sabrina: No, chef.
Gordon: Come here!
Sabrina: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Andy!
Andy: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Hey, come here! [to Sabrina] You think the customer's wrong, yes? [to Andy] And you 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. Give me your jacket, please.
Jim: (interview) It's just not fair, you know? I gave it my all every day, but I guess it's not what he was looking for. Chef Ramsay wanted to see me give him back some fire and that's just not me. So at the end of the day when my head hits the pillow, I know that I never wavered on who I am.

Gordon: At times, I thought Jim was sleepwalking, but then I realized he just has no passion. And that's why it was time for him to leave Hell's Kitchen.

Episode Seven [6.07][edit]

Gordon: Four covers, Table 4. Don't stop working, Andy.
Andy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're like a policeman staring at me trying to give me a fucking parking ticket! Fuck off, will you?! On order: Two sea bass, one lamb, one halibut!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!
Van: (interview) I've had a lot of experience with fish. I'm the fish chef at my restaurant, so I can fucking cook some fish.
Kevin: How long on sea bass?
Van: Right now. Hey, how do I get this out of here without breaking it?
Kevin: Very delicately.
Van: [places sea bass on wax paper; walks to pass] Coming right now, chef.
Gordon: [to waiters] Go, please. Come back.
Narrator: Van has successfully sent his food out to the dining room.
Female Diner: What is the thing on top of the fish? [picks up piece of paper with fork] Any idea?
Narrator: Unfortunately, it's not exactly what the diner ordered.
Female Diner: What is that? I think it's like wax paper.
Jean-Philippe: I honestly do apologize.
Gordon: [sees Jean-Philippe return the fish to the pass] Oh, fucking hell. What table?
Jean-Philippe: For the ladies. One of the ladies got plastic.
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. Oh, guys! FUCKING HELL, COME ON! WHAT IS THAT?! SHIT!
Van: What is it?
Gordon: Go on, taste it, then! You tell me what it is!
Van: Fuck!
Robert: (interview) You sent plastic out to the table? I mean, "Hello, McFly!"
Gordon: VAN!
Van: I am firing a new one right now! I got it ready! (interview) It fucking had paper in the motherfucker. I don't know why the hell they have it wrapped up like that.
Van: We're ready!
Robert: (interview) Like, someone could've ate that and choked on it and died. You want that on your shoulders?
Gordon: What do I say to the customer, Van?!
Van: I don't know, that's—I'm sorry, chef. (interview) What just happened, man?
Gordon: Standing there like a fucking idiot! CONCENTRATE, PLEASE!
Van: Yes, chef!

Narrator: Entrées are now leaving the red kitchen.
Sabrina: [walks to pass] One halibut.
Gordon: Let's go.
Narrator: But at another blue table...
Male Diner: Yeah, there's a piece of paper...
Jean-Philippe: Oh, not again.
Male Diner: ...upon which my olive crust is seated.
Jean-Philippe: Yeah, no. It's not the first time.
Narrator: ...there's a familiar complaint.
Jean-Philippe: [to Gordon] Chef, it's another plastic.
Gordon: What table?
Jean-Philippe: Table 12, blue.
Gordon: Oh, come on. It's just not possible. [returns to workstation] Hey, guys!
Van: Yes, chef.
Gordon: All of you! STOP!! [to Robert] And, you! Hey, big boy, come here! All of you! I begged for fucking concentration, I begged for fucking focus! And now for the fucking second time, more fucking [throws fish on floor] PLASTIC WRAP! [throws plate into bin, which causes it to break] SHIT!! [to Van] They're not little bits of plastic wrap! It's whole fucking layers!
Van: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Hey, fuck off! Stop looking for excuses, and check everything!
Van: (interview) I'm serving plastic. I'm better than that.
Gordon: One bass re-fired URGENTLY!
Van: Three minutes! Give me three minutes!

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! [holds a cooked rabbit] Fucking raw! [throws the cooked rabbit on the floor; to 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.
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.

[Robert and Van walk up to Ramsay after being nominated for elimination]
Gordon: Uh, before you go any further...Andy, come here, you.
Robert: Thank God.
Gordon: What was that, Robert?
Robert: Thank God he's up here!
Gordon: Andy.
Andy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I can't feel that standing in front of me right now is Whistler's head chef. [Robert nods in agreement] That's me being blunt! Now...Van.
Van: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Plastic?
Van: No excuses, chef. No excuses!
Gordon: Have you peaked?!
Van: No. You got twenty-something years in this business! You can spot talent!
Gordon: Do me a favour. [pause] Get back in line.
Van: Thank you, chef.

Gordon: Robert, tell me why do think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen on the back of that performance?
Robert: My history here on Hell's Kitchen, never been up on the block once. And I'm disgusted that I even share the same fucking stage with this guy (Andy) right here! Alright?! Been there three times, not there for the team, always fucking around!
Andy: Chef, can I address that for a second?
Gordon: Yeah.
Andy: If you ask my whole team, they'll all tell you that he (Robert) does nothing during the day. He barely does anything–
Robert: You fucking fly underneath the radar...
Andy: He says–
Robert: ...all fucking night! Huh?!
Andy: He says that he "reserves his energy", which means he does shit.
Robert: Yeah, and then all fucking night, you're on desserts, fucking hiding from Chef! At least my fat ass is right there in his face!
Andy: Fuck that, dude! I was assisting you!
Robert: WHAT WERE YOU DOING?! You're fucking hiding there, like, [crouches down] "Chef, don't see me! Chef, doesn't see me!"
Andy: Cleaning up your oil and cleaning up your lamb shit!
Robert: Whatever! The fact is you don't like being told that you fucking don't have it! I don't need to fucking have your respect!
Andy: Dude, you don't got it.
Robert: If you win Hell's Kitchen, I'll fucking hang up my fucking chef clothes for life! You hear me?!
Andy: So, do it now.
Gordon: [facepalms] Okay. My decision is... Andy. [as Andy is about to take off his jacket] Get back in line!
Andy: [sighs with relief] Thank God.
Gordon: Robert, take your jacket off. And the reason being, big boy, you've had more services in Hell's Kitchen than any of these. And that last dish you sent me this evening, it was raw.
Robert: But you'll see me again, chef. You know it.
Gordon: I can't wait to see you again. And thank you for trying.
Robert: Thank you. [as he walks out] Andy, your time has come, man! I guarantee it! (interview) I left Hell's Kitchen last time because of my health. It was an honor just to be invited to come back. I felt like I was under a lot of pressure. I may have lost it a few times... and I fought back. I will damn sure say that Gordon Ramsay and Hell's Kitchen changed my life for the better, but I'm going home and just focusing on my career and my health. They better watch out, 'cause three times is the charm!

Gordon: Robert's closing plea was quite entertaining, but I'm not looking for a performer. I'm looking for a Head Chef, and Robert's not that guy.

Episode Eight [6.08][edit]

[The blue team has to make sorbet in the kitchen as their punishment for losing the blind taste test]
Dave: (interview) We're making blueberry, blackberry, and raspberry sorbet, but the berries were all in one container. So they had to be sorted through. [to Van] Oh, I can tell all of this is gonna get old real fast.
Dave: I've never seen that many pomegranates.
Van: Yeah, that's a lot, bro.
Dave: (interview) Everybody got pretty dirty today making the sorbet, but it looked like Van had been involved in a drive-by shooting.

Narrator: While the women are in the dark about what they're eating, back at Hell's Kitchen, the men are happy with what they see.
Dave: Looks good, chef. (interview) Chef Scott brought in these beautiful looking dishes, and I was really surprised.
Kevin: What do we have here?
Scott Leibfried: We have a risotto with some seared scallops and grapefruit. [pours contents of the dish into a blender]
Dave: [sarcastically] That's nice of you. (interview) But then he took that beautiful food...
Scott Leibfried: Confit duck leg.
Dave: (interview) ...and put it into a blender.
Van: [as Scott blends the duck in the blender] Oh, come on!
Dave: It's, like, heartbreaking.
Scott Leibfried: Oh, yeah! Look at that!
Dave: He's having much too much fun.
Scott Leibfried: [pours duck smoothie into several glasses] Here you go, guys.
Andy: Drink it up, boys!
Dave: Cheers.
[The men make a toast before drinking their duck smoothies]
Kevin: I feel like I'm gonna puke. (interview) Augh! It was just fucking disgusting! [to Dave] Watch out for the bones.
Dave: Can't touch that. I'll die. (interview) You're not supposed to drink duck!
Van: (interview) I was starving. I ate it like a protein shake! [starts pouring a second smoothie for himself after chugging the first one down] That's that good!

[After serving table side sorbets, Kevin returns to the blue kitchen]
Kevin: What can I do to help right now? You gotta talk to me, Andy! (interview) When I came back, everybody seemed to be confused. [to his teammates] What are we going on next, guys?
Dave: I'm not sure, dude.
Andy: [checks ticket at the pass with Dave] I think this is next. (interview) They think I gotta call the tickets, but I'm too busy trying to figure out my own shit.
Gordon: Where's the lamb?
[The men look up with confused looks]
Gordon: Where's the halibut?! [no one responds] Hey, blue! Blue, I'm calling out orders! [points at Van] You're confused, [points at Kevin] you're confused, [to Andy] and you're fucking on the end of your dick! [pause] Listen to what's going, to what's coming on order, to what's being fired! LISTEN!!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!

[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: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!
Sabrina: No, chef!
Gordon: So WHY?!!
Sabrina: (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. Suzy fucked me.
Gordon: Hey madam! Madam, come here! [gives her the lamb] Take that.
Sabrina: 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: Thank you, chef.

Gordon: Sea bass, Suzanne!
Suzanne: I need another minute. I'm sorry.
Gordon: [to waiter] Stop!
Sabrina: God! (interview) Ugh! Not again!
Gordon: Come on. Fucking hell.
Suzanne: Sorry, chef!
Gordon: Come on!
Suzanne: 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: It's one minute, chef! One minute!
Gordon: Still one minute?!
Tennille: Everybody, buckle down! Let's go, we can do this!
Gordon: Tennille!
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And you wonder why I go fucking ape-shit?! Stand there for five minutes, see how painful it is!
Tennille: Understood, chef. (interview) Everybody's got their stuff up, but we don't wanna hold up the whole thing and then get cold!
Gordon: I'm not gonna–This is not gonna die here?
Suzanne: No, chef.
Gordon: Thirty seconds with the sea bass, yes?!
Suzanne: Yes, chef! [checks the bottom of sea bass in the pan] Shit! Fuck me!
Gordon: Come on!
Suzanne: Sorry, guys. Chef, I killed the table.
Gordon: TAKE THE FUCKING TRAY BACK! Fuck off, will you, yeah? Fuck, fuck right off, yeah? [carries tray of cold food and hands it to Suzanne] There you go. Hey, that's you! There you go! Take it back!
Tennille: (interview) Now we gotta do it all over again? Thanks a lot, Suzanne!
Ariel: Are you fucking shitting me? [Suzanne groans as she carries the tray out of the kitchen]
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: 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: You guys, I can't have my station be a fucking dung pit!

Suzanne: Alright, Amanda, can you drop my fish in the pan?
Amanda: Okay.
Suzanne: Do my fucking bass, man!
Amanda: I got it. (interview) Apparently, Suzanne doesn't know how to time out fish right. So, I'll help her out. I don't want us to lose.
Gordon: One fucking re-fired halibut, urgently!
Suzanne: Yes, chef! Let's go, come on! [brings halibut and garnish to the pass with Amanda]
Gordon: [flips halibut over] It's cooked one side. [sighs] Suzanne! It's STONE FUCKING COLD!
Suzanne: I didn't even work that, chef! I mean–
Gordon: Oh my God!
Suzanne: Amanda.
Amanda: I'm sorry!
Suzanne: I had it on the stove, she (Amanda) put it up. She was basting it.
Amanda: I thought it was ready. (interview) You bitch! I was just like, "You gotta be fucking kidding me!" [to Suzanne] I thought it was ready! (interview; impersonating Suzanne) "Oh, I didn't cook it. Amanda cooked it." You know, dude, it's like, "Fine, chef. No problem, chef."
Gordon: Oh my GOD! IT'S A FUCKING INSULT! Oh, fucking hell. Oh, shit! [sits down on the floor and facepalms] It's not possible!

Gordon: Amanda was a sweet girl, but sweet girls don't make great head chefs.

Episode Nine [6.09][edit]

Andy: Awwww! [hurts his finger when slicing a potato] Fuck me!
Scott Leibfried: Medic! I need a medic!
Dave: Are you serious?
Andy: Aahhh! It's just a cut, second on the middle thumb, middle finger. It's getting in the fingers too.
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 all three fingers.

Gordon: Andy! Crepes, please!
Andy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Let's go!
Scott Leibfried: Come on, Andy.
Gordon: [sees Andy walk to the pass with crepes] Oh, what the fuck is that? Look at the state of that. [to Andy] Hey, get fucked, will you? Come on, guys! Let's draw the line somewhere, shall we?! Have a little more self-esteem, will you, yeah? [angrily drops the tray]
Kevin: (interview) It's crepes, man! Fold it, fold it, flip, flip, package it, you're done! I mean, it's not rocket science. [to Andy] Get that stuff going.
Andy: I got it going!
Gordon: I'm sorry, but a simple fucking crepe! Let's go!
Van: Yes, chef. Come on, fellas. We got this, y'all.

Gordon: How long? Three lamb, one duck?
Suzanne: A minute and a half.
Gordon: Is the lamb sliced already?
Suzanne: [pause] Um... A minute and a half out, chef.
Gordon: Hey, that's not what I'm asking. I'm getting fucking sick to death of your shit! Is the lamb sliced?
Suzanne: Yes, chef.
Tennille: (interview) Now, the lamb's gotta go back. At this point, we'll never even get an entrée out.
Gordon: [to Suzanne] Come here! Yeah, all the goodness is running out of it! Why are you slicing it ahead of the time?!
Tennille: (interview) We're screwed! SCREWED!
Gordon: So if it's sliced, I WANT IT!
Suzanne: Yes, chef.
Gordon: All the goodness is running out of the lamb! [to Suzanne] For God's sake, woman, GET A GRIP!!
Suzanne: Yes, chef.
Suzanne: I'm sorry, Ariel. I thought I was catching up.
Ariel: (interview) If I were Suzanne, I would wait until I see garnish go up, and then I would slice the lamb. How hard is that? Suzanne fucked us again!
Gordon: [to Suzanne] My timing, not your fucking timing! If I deliver at your time at midnight, we'll still be sending fucking main courses!
Suzanne: Yes, chef!

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!!
Andy: (interview) Chef told me to fuck off, so I'm out of the kitchen. But Chef Ramsay just yells to yell, and I don't necessarily think you need to be a douche nozzle to make a kitchen run well.
Gordon: [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!
Van: I'm sorry, chef.
Gordon: Concentrate!
Dave & Kevin: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Suzanne]
Gordon: Fuck me. [returns to the workstation] Come here, both (Sabrina 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 was 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 gonna shut us down!
Gordon: Get out! GET OUT! Tennille! Ariel, come here! I haven't finished yet! Ariel, do the fish and the garnish!
Ariel: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Tennille, you do the meats, yeah?
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Sabrina: (interview) I got heave-hoed out of the kitchen. I'm so embarrassed.

Kevin: (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: Andy has had good and bad moments in Hell's Kitchen. Unfortunately, most of them were bad.

Episode Ten [6.10][edit]

[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: Come on, blue! I want the halibut urgently!
Van: Halibut's coming. [walks up to the pass with yet another attempt at halibut]
Gordon: [touches halibut] Oh, dear, oh dear.
Van: Oh, fuck.
Gordon: Come here, all of you! Just come here! COME HERE! ALL OF YOU! Look, it's not–it's just—
Van: Oh.
Gordon: No, it's not about, "Oh!" IT'S NOT ABOUT THAT!! [slams fist on raw halibut]
Dave: (interview) Oh... dammit! Halibut exploded all over my face. And, like, I have little, tiny, like, bits of halibut in my eyes.
Van: (interview) I don't know why I keep fucking up on fish, and that's what I do. You know what I mean?
Gordon: [to Van] When I'm thirty seconds under, I'm fucking fine, but that's about four minutes away! Look at me! Twice on the trot!
Van: Yes, chef.
Dave: (interview) This halibut sets the team back big time. Van, what's up with that, dude? I don't know.
Gordon: [to Van] Cook it properly!
Van: Yes, CHEF!

[Sabrina brings halibut to the pass, and Gordon finds it raw in the middle]
Gordon: Oh, no. Sabrina, come here! Ariel, come here! Tennille, right now, come here! [to Sabrina] Put down the pan!
Sabrina: Yes, chef!
Gordon: It'll look great on an exhibition. [breaks apart the halibut] There we go, yeah? It's rarer than a sushi bar. [angrily throws towel] Fuck off!
Sabrina: I got another one.
Tennille: (interview) It was raw and ice-cold in the middle! Absolutely ice-cold!
Gordon: They went out flipping on the plate, 'cause it's so raw.
Sabrina: Yes, chef.
Sabrina: Sorry, chef! (interview; sighs) How embarrassing!
Sabrina: I didn't mean to, chef! I'm sorry!
Gordon: It's not even thirty seconds away! That's what fucks me off! Yeah, fuck it. Fuck it. [to Sabrina] Hey!
Sabrina: Yes, chef.
Gordon: If it makes you feel any better, he's (Van) just as fucking bad! He can't cook a halibut either! Yeah, both kitchens can't cook a halibut. [walks back into the blue kitchen] Hey, Van! Come here! [to Sabrina] Hey, you! Hey, madam, come here!
Sabrina: (interview) Oh, no. When Chef calls you up, you know it's bad.
Sabrina: (interview) This can't be good.
Dave: (interview) I'm getting sick of getting shut down because we couldn't get that halibut up! It's ridiculous!

Gordon: Sabrina wanted to be the head chef in Whistler. Now all she needs to do is take those red lips and whistle on out of here.

Episode Eleven [6.11][edit]

[Dave and Suzanne are about to leave for their lunch with Ramsay as their reward, while the others have to prep the kitchen for tonight's service.]
Van: [to Dave] Be good, have fun!
Dave: Thanks, man.
Van: (interview) Dave hates Suzanne, and they're going on a date.
Dave: [to Suzanne] Ladies first.
Van: (interview) Dave and Suzanne sitting in a tree! K-I-S-S-I-N-G!

Gordon: VAN! So you started to sear all that sea bass. Come here! Quickly! Leave it there! So, you're searing the sea bass!
Van: It's thick.
Gordon: Listen to ME!!!
Van: Yes, chef.
Gordon: We haven't even sent the appetizers!
Gordon: [to Van] Hey! I'm watching you like a hawk. I'm a fucking eagle over you.
Van: I understand.
Gordon: Poissonier! Let's go.
[Van begins to cook scallops]
Van: Coming up, chef.
Gordon: Scallops!
Van: Coming right now, chef. [beads of sweat fell on his scallops]
Gordon: Van!
Van: Coming. I'm coming, chef.
Gordon: 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, man. [flashback of sweat fell on his scallops] But I don't know if it went in the food.
Gordon: [to Van] What do you want me to do? Serve them? "By the way, you've got a little touch of Van on 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 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. I can't go like this again.

[Gordon finds a lettuce burning on Ariel's station]
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 that fucking burner was on! [to Gordon] I'm sorry, chef.
Gordon: What the fuck are you doing?!
Ariel: (interview) Obviously, I wasn't intentionally cooking the lettuce!
Gordon: In front of your fucking eyes!! [throws the pan in the bin]
Ariel: (interview) I just got this jacket. I told myself, "When you get to that black jacket, do not fuck that shit up..."
Gordon: This is not possible!
Ariel: (interview) ...and this is what I did.
Ariel: Yes, chef.
Gordon: [holds up a piece of burnt lettuce] WHO THE FUCK'S GOING TO EAT THAT?!! [throws it in the bin]

[After Ariel burned the lettuce, Gordon has reached his breaking point]
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.
Scott Leibfried: 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 and Sous Chef Scott return to the kitchen; Gordon calls Van, Ariel and Suzanne to the pass]
Gordon: [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!

[Ariel, Suzanne, and Van return to the dorms after getting kicked out]
Van: (interview) Fuck that shit! I'm done, bro! I got no TIME for this shit! I'm a FUCKING MAN! Don't fucking treat me like a little BITCH! This shit ain't real! [sits down with Suzanne and Ariel] Fuck 'em.
Suzanne: [to Van] Why are you so pissed?
Van: Because he's (Gordon) riding my fucking dick 24/7 in here!
Ariel: (interview) I'm worried about Van. He's seriously fucked in the head right now.
Van: (interview) I'm working my FUCKING DICK in the dirt, and I'm getting screamed and yelled at from some psychotic British motherfucker all the time! I–I'm losing it, man. I'm losing it. I don't give a fuck anymore, man. [to Ariel and Suzanne] Fuck all y'all! (interview) I can't fucking take it! I'm done! DONE! [walks out of the living room] Fuck you, fuck this. (interview) It's a total mind-fuck right now, but... I'm not a quitter. I know I wanna be here. I just gotta keep fighting.

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

Episode Twelve [6.12][edit]

Dave: Is there anything new on cold apps? Like, salads or anything?
Tennille: No. [to herself] What a fucking idiot.
Gordon: I don't care if you guys don't love each other. Right now in this kitchen, you're gonna give some attention to detail and work as a team, yes?
Dave: Yes, chef. (interview) I personally can't stand Tennille, but I will never bring conflict onto the kitchen floor. Never.
Gordon: Where's the scallops?! [claps]
Tennille: [to Suzanne] You got two scallops?
Suzanne: No. You need to give me a proper time!
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. You've got to talk to each other!
Suzanne: Give me three minutes on two scallops. (interview) Tennille, it's her job to tell me to drop scallops. If you don't tell me, well then you fucked up because I'm listening to you.
Tennille: What do you need over here? Dave, watch my back, please.
Dave: Yeah.
Suzanne: I need these scallops down.
Gordon: Don't do this to me, guys, yeah? I asked you for fucking two scallops and to talk and communicate.
Suzanne: [to Tennille] Alright, put it down.
Gordon: Two scallops, one truffle salad, one tortellini! Let's go!

[Gordon checks Tennille's re-fired risotto with Sous Chef Scott]
Gordon: It has gone mushy. Why is that?
Scott Leibfried: I don't know. She's overcooking it.
Gordon: [returns to workstation] Tennille!
Tennille: Yes, chef!
Gordon: It's gone mushy now! I don't know what you're doing, but you gotta see what's happening on here!
Tennille: Fucking A! (interview) Usually I'm the risotto wizard! What's going on here?!
Gordon: Look! [plates overcooked risotto] Who cooked the rice today?!
Kevin: [pause] I cooked the rice, chef!
Gordon: Yeah, come here! All of you! Look! All bitty, mushy, grainy... Yeah?! Look! Underneath all that muck, that's supposed to be a risotto! [angrily drops plate] No way! No way!
Dave: (interview) Kevin made a terrible error, but Tennille should've picked up right away that that risotto was shit, man. Shame on Kevin, shame on Tennille.
Kevin: I overcooked it, chef.
Gordon: [picks up a handful of rice] But if you overcook it, we don't use it, Kevin!
Kevin: (interview, shrugs) I fucked it up. There's no blunt way to say it. I fucked it up.
Ariel: I can start more rice, chef.
Kevin: Please.
Suzanne: Oh, there's one up here. [runs to the pantry]
Gordon: Tennille.
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I wanna see the grains of rice on there! I want a stunning fucking risotto!
Tennille: Understood, chef.
Gordon: You guys have been doing this in your sleep!
Suzanne: [brings tray of rice] This is fine! This stuff is good!
Gordon: So if that stuff's good, why were we using the shit stuff?! That's my question! [to Tennille] How can you perfect a risotto if you haven't got the perfect rice?
Tennille: Understood, chef.
Gordon: And my question to him (Kevin) is why if he overcooked it, why is he stuck on your section?!
Kevin: I set it up, chef. I overcooked it, I...
Gordon: I'm aware of that, Kevin!
Tennille: Kevin, it was my fault!
Gordon: I have one fucking rule in here! Anything overcooked hits the fucking trash!
Tennille: (interview) Kevin should've known better, I should've known better. We look like a bunch of idiots.
Gordon: One, two, three, four, five of you left here! You've all made a perfect risotto before, and I can't even see a grain of rice on there! [angrily throws bin] COME ON, GUYS!
Kevin: Alright, alright, alright.
Gordon: Kevin! Haven't you got a base here? There's the standard here, and that's the line of not up to standard, we don't cook it! Why haven't you got that?! TELL ME!
Tennille: (interview) Man! Chef was on Kevin like white on risotto, man!
Gordon: [to Kevin] You're one of the most technical chefs in this kitchen today!
Tennille: (interview) Just over and over and over again!
Kevin: I fucked up the risotto, chef!
Kevin: Yes, chef. Understood. (interview) I fucked it up. There you go. What more do you want from me?

Gordon: [checks chicken brought by Ariel] Is that red to you? Pink, yeah? That's not cooked. [throws chicken across workstation] Just stop! Just all of you, stop! All of you! DAVE!
Dave: Yes, chef.
Gordon: [points at Tennille] Shit fucking overcooked rice, and now I've been given pink bloody fucking chick— [Ariel tries to touch a chicken breast] Hold on! Yeah, while you dive in there...
Ariel: I just wanted to feel it!
Gordon: ...I'm gonna show you. Yeah, look. That's cooked... and that one there is raw. RAW!! [kicks bin] SHIT! I DON'T SERVE PINK CHICKEN, ARIEL!!
Ariel: Sorry, chef! I need one minute! (interview) It's so frustrating, dammit! I don't wanna ever disappoint him like that. I hate disappointing him, it pisses me off!
Gordon: Ariel!
Ariel: Yes, chef, one minute out!
Gordon: One minute out?!
Kevin: (interview) I mean, Ariel, fuck! I mean, it's chicken and lamb! That's all you got to do! Easiest station there is, it's the meat station.
Gordon: Kevin, fresh fucking garnish!
Kevin: Fresh garnish heard! (interview) And then, I get hosed on garnish, 'cause then I have to do re-do it.
Ariel: Coming to the pass right now.
Kevin: (interview) I thought Ariel was a lot better than that.

Gordon: [breaks apart John Dory brought by Suzanne] Oh, fucking hell. Suzanne! [returns to workstation; Kevin lowers his head and sighs] Oh, is it fucked? Is it [throws towel] FUCK?! [to Suzanne] Come here, yeah! It's your turn now! There you go. Just–just touch that. [to Dave] Don't run away! Really important, you! Just touch that! There's fucking fish hotter than that in a fucking sushi bar! [angrily throws John Dory on the floor] RAW! SHIT!!
Kevin: (interview) First, Ariel sends raw chicken. Now, Suzanne's sending up... sushi. These girls just can't cook! [to Suzanne] Come on, Suzanne. Pick it up, would ya?
Suzanne: Sorry, dude.
Kevin: Don't be sorry. Just do your job. (interview) She's down to the final five. She should know enough to fucking cook a piece of fish.
Gordon: You have to take the spoon and you baste the fucking thing inside! Then you roll it around, and you stand it, and then you baste it, and you baste it, and you BASTE IT! SHIT!
Kevin: [to Suzanne] Keep basting that thing over and over and over.
Suzanne: (interview) I really don't feel very good about myself right now. I know I can do better than this. Raw food is like number one no-no in the kitchen.
Gordon: I'm shitting myself! We are so inconsistent, WE'VE GOT NO IDEA!
Suzanne: Four minutes out.
Gordon: Oh, my God. This is not fucking possible. It cannot be possible. It cannot be possible, it's not physically possible, and it's just not fucking normal.
Suzanne: Sorry! I'm sorry! Chef, I'm sorry.

Gordon: Where's the lamb?
Suzanne: Push it, push it, guys! Come on!
Ariel: [walks up to the pass] Lamb's coming to the pass, chef!
Gordon: [flips lamb piece over] Oh, my God! [returns to workstation] Ariel!
Ariel: Yes, chef!
Gordon: What are you doing to this?
Ariel: Nothing, chef.
Kevin: (interview) Ariel's sending fucking lamb that's raggedy. I mean, it's ridiculous. It's painful to watch. [sighs]
Gordon: Just–just–just hold that. And come here a minute, madam. Come here a minute.
Ariel: Yes, chef. [follows Gordon into the dining room]
Gordon: Come here! Before you get the fuck out of here, answer me one fucking question.
Ariel: Yes.
Gordon: [gives Ariel a piece of badly cut lamb] Would you send that if you were standing at Araxi?
Ariel: What? I'm sorry. I thought one of these was—
Gordon: Would you send that lamb if you were standing at the Araxi restaurant in Whistler on the hotplate?!
Ariel: No, chef.
Gordon: Tell me!
Ariel: No, chef!
Ariel: (interview) It was very embarrassing in front of all the diners. He calls me out in the middle of service, and he's like, "Is this good enough?" You know the answer is no.
Kevin: Come on, guys. Let's pick it up.
Gordon: Hey, Kevin. You wonder why I go a little bit fucking doolally? It's in front of you. Just all taking place naturally! Oh, fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Every FUCKING TABLE I'm getting screwed!
Kevin: Ariel, let's go.
Gordon: We're getting fucked, 'cause her (Ariel) fucking lamb's not ready!
Ariel: Doing it right now, chef!
Gordon: Oh, fuck me. All of you, come here! RIGHT NOW, COME HERE!
Tennille: (interview) Chef's been screaming his head all night. So right now, I'm scared shit-less.
Gordon: Now, I'm fucking serious. I am NOT gonna bust my balls to send one lamb, one chicken, one bass, one halibut, and then the rest of the fucking table! Either you GET IT TOGETHER RIGHT NOW, OR FUCK OFF!!
Ariel & Kevin: Yes, chef!

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

Episode Thirteen [6.13][edit]

[Gordon finds out that the sea bass brought by Tennille is overcooked and burnt on the bottom]
Gordon: What is that? What's all the burnt bits in there?
Tennille: It's–it's the... The part from the top, chef.
Gordon: It's the part from the top? What've you done to this? Come on.
Tennille: (interview) Gordon Ramsay wants absolute perfection, but that damn bass, man! People don't realize that bass can mean the death of you!
Gordon: Tennille, you're just cooking your fish too fast, no control! I want it evenly cooked all the way through, not panicked cooked! I look at that, and it breaks my heart! I don't know how the fuck you're cooking! Look, come here a minute! That's raw! Yeah, that's not cooked well. It's broken up, dry.
Ariel: (interview) Come on. We're all waiting on you. Like, seriously. You gotta get your shit together!
Gordon: [to Tennille] There you go. That's the stuff on the bottom? Where's that going? [grabs a pan on top of the oven] Where's this one going?
Kevin: (interview) There was just burnt pans, there was fish just thrown all over the place. I don't know what Tennille was doing.
Gordon: Look, look. Show some composure! [pause; walks to the back of the blue kitchen] Hey, guys, come here! Tennille, they're not even seared, properly! This is the example, look! [picks up sea bass] That's what I've been given!
Dave: (interview) It looked like a shriveled up little piece of leather. Like, I—I don't know how she made it this far!
Gordon: I'm told the black shit at the bottom has to do with the bits on top. [throws pan across workstation] Fuck off, guys.
[Tennille sighs and shakes her head during her confessional]
Tennille: I'll re-fire it, guys.

Gordon: Where the fuck is the halibut? Tennille, two halibut, how long?!
Tennille: Two halibut, six minutes, chef.
Gordon: Six minutes?!
Dave: (interview) Are you kidding me, Tennille?! I just got this all lined up. He told me two minutes, and now you're going back to six minutes? You're making me insane!
Gordon: Oh, come on! You can't go back! You're telling us a time, Tennille...
Tennille: Yes, chef!
Gordon: ...and then you're reneging on the time!
Dave: I cut my lamb!
Gordon: He's cut the fucking thing! You're standing here, look! Come here, madam! COME HERE! QUICKLY! [takes Tennille into the pantry] YOU'RE SERIOUSLY STARTING TO PISS ME OFF! [slams door] I'VE HAD ENOUGH! You're not even talking to the team, Tennille!
Tennille: Chef, I am talking to them! I'm fucking trying!
Gordon: I'm telling you now, I'm not disputing the trying! Please get it together, but don't give up!
Tennille: I'm not! I can do this! (interview) I'm not giving up. I know in my heart I deserve to be here. I'm a fighter! I am a fighter!
Gordon: Big deep breath, come on!
Tennille: No, I am not giving up, chef!
Gordon: Yeah, how about talking to your brigade, then?!
Tennille: Yes, chef! I got a sea bass and halibut coming up, guys!

[After dinner service, the final four meet with Chef Ramsay in the kitchen]
Gordon: I'm going to get straight to the point. One thing that did make me happy: Tonight was the fact that we did work as a team. We started off talking, communicating, and it was a bit of a dream come true. Even when we made mistakes, we still had that bond of a team, yes? [pause] But, Dave...I've never ever, ever seen a chef suffer with that amount of pain.
[Flashback to when Dave felt his broken wrist crack and left the kitchen to deal with the pain]
Gordon: I'm deeply concerned that you may not be able to continue in this competition.
Dave: [pause] Chef, I can pull through this. I feel fine now. I would not lie to you, chef. I respect you too much to lie to you. I feel fine! [holds up his good arm] This-this hand is fine. Like, I'm fine! I'm fine! I feel good, I feel strong! Please don't take me outta this. Unless you think I'm not a good enough chef, then take me out. But not because of my wrist.
Gordon: [pause] I hear you. But I'm watching you carefully. [Dave nods] Okay. Tennille.
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You had a bad service. And... I'm gonna be really honest now. I don't want any nominations. [to Tennille] I don't wanna prolong your agony. Come here, madam. [Tennille hangs her head] Take off your jacket... and leave Hell's Kitchen.
Tennille: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Listen to me. I am so proud of you! [Tennille starts crying as she gives Gordon her jacket] You fought back like I've never ever seen anybody in Hell's Kitchen fight back! And you are an amazing competitor, and you have got a massive heart. You're young. Now use that experience and do some good with it.
Tennille: Thank you. [Ariel walks over to Tennille to give her a hug] You guys are awesome. [Dave and Kevin join in a group hug] You guys are awesome. Thank you so much.
Kevin: Take care, Tennille.
Tennille: Thank you! [gives Gordon a high five]
Gordon: The greatest comeback. You never forget that!
Tennille: No way!
Gordon: Head up high!
Tennille: Always, chef! [she and Kevin smile and point at each other] (interview) When I first came to Hell's Kitchen, I knew absolutely nothing about fine dining. It's hard not to let your nerves get to you. I got into it with Chef Ramsay... but I fought back. When somebody kicks you, stomps you, throws you down and says, "You're not good enough"... never give up. Never give up. Chef Ramsay comes across people left and right. For him to take the time to say, "Hey, you. You're a great chef, keep going"... that's all he needed to say.

Episode Fifteen [6.15][edit]

Gordon: Dave has a very natural ability and a very sophisticated palate. He fought through excruciating pain and excelled and went on to win Hell's Kitchen. He's gonna be an amazing asset to the Araxi Grill and Bar in Whistler and I'd like to wish him the best of luck, but honestly, I don't think he'll need it.