Hell's Kitchen (uncensored)/Season 9

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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 [9.01][edit]

[The eighteen chefs arrived at Orpheum Theatre to dream to become a "star"]
Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Orpheum Theatre. Please put your hands together for the Hell's Kitchen chefs. [unveils the curtain; gives the chefs to raise their arms up. The chefs then see that there is no audience and Chef Ramsay at the top, clapping his hand loudly and slowly]
Gordon: Seriously, what on earth did you expect? A packed house? Standing ovation? Screaming fans? Really? Right now, none of you are stars. Résumés mean nothing, got it?
Chefs: Yes, chef!
Gordon: GOT IT?!
Chefs: [louder voice] YES, CHEF!
Gordon: Un-fucking real. Want to be stars? MY ARSE!

Gordon: Right? First name and what in the hell is that on there?
Krupa: My name is Krupa. This is a traditional Gujarati dish of stuffed naan.
[Chef Ramsay sees the stuffed naan]
Gordon: First off, doesn't exactly look appetizing, does it?
Krupa: No.
Gordon: No. It's like you've got four bits of arse wipe on a plate. Splat!
Krupa: You're right.
Gordon: [takes a bite of naan] Spices are raw, bland. My dear Krupa, yeah? That is crap-a!

Gordon: What is it?
Carrie: It is a chicken-fried ribeye with Yukon gold mash and white truffle cream gravy. I actually have a little sugar in there.
Gordon: Stop! Say that again?
Carrie: I have sugar in there. That's what my mother always did!
Gina: (interview) I do not know who in their right mind would put sugar in mashed potatoes.
Carrie: Just try it! (interview) Chef Ramsay is going to love it because it's fuckin' delicious! It's like an orgasm in your mouth, come on! [as Gordon spits out the mashed potato] Oh, God!
Will: [stifling a laugh] I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh!
Gordon: That... is disgusting.

[Jamie and Steven are the next two contestants up during the signature dish challenge]
Gordon: First name?
Jamie: Jamie.
Gordon: What do you do?
Jamie: I'm a sous chef.
Gordon: You're already a sous chef?
Jamie: Yes. (interview) I'm still a young chef, but I know how good I am.
Gordon: Tell me about the dish.
Jamie: It's lamb lollipops with a red onion confiture.
Gordon: [after eating a bite of lamb] You've overcooked the most important thing: the lamb. If you're going to have the balls to call yourself a sous chef, learn to cook lamb properly first.
Jamie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Okay, uh...
Steven: Steven.
Gordon: What is that? [picks up plate]
Steven: I have seared diver scallops over wild mushroom risotto. (interview) I've been cooking thirty years. Nobody else has a chance in this thing!
Gordon: Honestly, it's like toenails. I'm a fucking dinosaur! [some of the contestants laugh] Look at them!
Steven: It's got good flavor.
Gordon: "It's got good flavor?" You can't be that deluded. The point goes to... none of you. Stop fucking around.
Steven: Sorry, chef.

Gordon: [as Jonathon's signature dish is revealed] What the fuck is that on the plate?
Jonathon: I call this the Punch Drunk Chicken. (interview) I got the Southern flavor, you know? I put a lot of flavor in the food, raw but real. So, if Chef Ramsay complains about it, well he's full of shit, man.
Gordon: Hold on, it gets worse. [holds up sliced piece of pineapple] The pineapple looks like... canned?
Jonathon: Yes.
Gordon: You open a can of pineapple, and you stick it on top of a chicken?
Jonathon: Limited time today.
Gordon: "Limited time?" Forty-five minutes?! Limited time?!
Jonathon: Yes.
Gordon: You're so full of shit, even your eyes are brown! While you come in here and serve me a canned fucking pineapple, you can fuck off now. Seriously! I'll pay for the ticket! You tell me.
Jonathon: No, sir.
Gordon: It's an absolute freaking mess. But the surprising fact was you opened it out of a can. That's what pissed me off more than anything. I'm not even going to taste it! Ladies, congratulations.

Gordon: Oh, fuck me. So the lobster's ready for the second table thanks to Steven, but I just want the first!
Steven: I'm working on the first, chef!
Steven: I'll–I'll go one at a time.
Gordon: The thought of you doing two things at once, forget it! Just focus on the first ticket, Steven!

[Gordon checks on cod brought on Chino]
Gordon: What's he done to this? [returns the cod to the workstation] BLUE TEAM!
Paul: Yes, chef?
Gordon: NO garnish anywhere, STILL fragmented, and look! It's burnt! [holds up the cod, shows it to the Blue team and angrily slams it on the workstation]
Chino: (interview) I burnt a miso cod. You know, I should know that shit too because I'm Asian.
Gordon: Oh, guys!
Jonathon: (interview) Chino really fucked the cod up, man. Basted that motherfucker with roof tar or something.
Gordon: Chino!
Chino: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here, you! Get out of my sight.
Scott Leibfried: Sit down!
Gordon: Scott, get him peeling onions, garlic, but away from the stove!
Scott Leibfried: There you go, at least you won't be able to burn any of that.
Chino: (interview) Ugh. Horrible.
Gordon: Absolutely fucking useless!

Steven: Scallops are in the window!
[Gordon heads to the pass to check on them; they're not properly seared]
Gordon: (to Steven) Hey. come here, you. Just touch.
Steven: They're springy, chef.
Gordon: They're what?
Steven: Springy. When you spring back, usually they're ready.
Gordon: So they're ready, are they?
Steven: I feel that they're ready.
Gordon: That fucking rubbery?
Steven: Sorry, chef.
Paul: (interview) Everything Steven was touching was turning to shit tonight. You know how they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks?
Gordon: Sit down and eat them. Enjoy your "springy" scallops! Let me know how you feel halfway through! Bon appétit.
Steven: I think they're perfect.

Gordon: [checks on scallops brought up by Tommy] Hey, rock and roll! Bozo, come here! I go from springy to boiled bits of shit.
Tommy: (interview) Yeah, that sucked. Took a hell of a dive.
Gordon: Take a seat and fucking eat them. (to James, who's in the dining room) Service, please. Little glass of wine, sauvignon blanc goes beautifully well with the raw ceviche scallop. One, two, three of you, ALL ON THE FREAKIN' FISH STATION!
Steven: I jumped over to help out, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, I wish you'd jump in the oven! That would make my life a lot easier!

Narrator: Back in the red kitchen, Carrie is looking to redeem herself on the fish station.
Elise: [goes to Carrie's fish station and takes over] I'll cook the fish, I'll cook it.
Narrator: But Elise has other plans.
Carrie: I got it babe. No, I got it.
Elise: Don't push me!
Carrie: Thank you.
Elise: (interview) Clearly, Carrie is the weaker cook than I am. So I felt like I want to take charge to impress Chef Ramsay.
Gordon: Why is she (referring Elise) cooking fish?
Carrie: I don't know what she's doing! She just came here and grabbed it, chef. (interview) I mean, are you fucking kidding me? That bitch is crazy.
Gordon: (to Carrie) What in the fuck is she doing?
Carrie: I didn't let her cook it. She came over and grabbed it chef.
Elise: So I was going to cook it for you because we're all a team, right?
Gordon: Ugh.
Carrie: She's trying to prove a point.
Gordon: Elise!
Elise: Yes, chef?
Gordon: [holds a ticket] I got a six top dying for the appetizers, and you're cooking fish!
Elise: I'll put the spaghetti up.
Gordon: [to Elise] You, fuck off! Sit on the chef's table.
Krupa: (interview) HA!

[Jonathon has perfectly cooked the wellingtons twice but Brendan has burned the potatoes]
Gordon: That's twice in a row. Cooked to perfection, but we can't even send the table together! Because nobody's together! SMOOTH SERVICE? MY ARSE!!
Jonathon: I have never, in my whole career ever been stopped by fucking side items. Never.

[The customers have begun leaving. James returns to the pass]
James: Chef...
Gordon: James?
James: Tables are walking out.
Gordon: Blue team, they're walking out! You Muppet, get off your fat arse! Let me show you something: Not one entrée has left this fucking kitchen! NOT ONE!
Steven: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And look at the pans back there! Any bright ideas?
Steven: Want me to jump in? I'll clean them.
Gordon: I'm talking about the customers! Not the fricking pans!
Steven: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Any ideas?
Steven: No.
Gordon: Hey, what are you going to do now? They are walking out! FUCK OFF!
Brendan: (interview) At that point, it was a train wreck on ice. There was nothing we could do about it.
Gordon: Stop! You're out of your misery! [throws his spoon away; goes over to the Red kitchen]
Carrie: [to Red Team] Let's do this ladies, come on. Let's not disappoint the customers.
Gordon: Carrie! They've gone! [brief pause] SHUT IT DOWN!
Carrie: Fuck!

Gordon: I realised early on that Steven had as much of a chance of being the head chef of BLT Steak as I do of winning a gold medal in figure skating.

Episode Two [9.02][edit]

Chino: Risotto, chef.
[Sous-chef Scott checks the risotto; finds out that it's burned on the bottom again]
Scott Leibfried: I can't believe it, he did it again.
Gordon: [returns to the workstation and scrapes the risotto] I've got another burned risotto, it's burnt. [throws the risotto in the bin] It's FUCKING BURNT!!! Chino, what the fuck is going on? How long for the risotto?
Chino: Eight minutes chef.
Gordon: Eight minutes? [to James] Excuse me, I apologise for the risotto, it's falling behind, yes? [to Chino] Come on, Chino!
Chino: (interview) I can't have another bad service tonight. Right now, I have to take this one seriously like nobody else. I have to prove to Chef Ramsay that I belong here.
Gordon: [warningly] If you burned me that risotto one more time. Look at me...
Chino: No, chef.
Gordon: Hey, look at me... I'll drag you out of here.
Chino: No, chef. No, chef.

Narrator: Brendan on the fish station is now ready to move onto entrées.
Brendan: Sea Bass is ready. Are we ready to go?
Paul: Coming out now.
Gordon: Brendan, I haven't called it. Who called the entrées?
Narrator: Even if Chef Ramsay hasn't.
Gordon: Who fired? I didn't fire.
Brendan: Yes, chef. Sea bass is fired and it is ready.
Gordon: What is going on? You cooked the bass. Is your meat ready?
Tommy: No, chef.
Gordon: And the garnish all ready?
Paul: No, chef.
Gordon: You've got to work as a team! Please!
Jonathon: (interview) Brendan, man he jumped the gun. You know, he's too busy trying not to fuck up and he forgets. It's about communication.
Gordon: Okay, let's go for the first entrée together!
Brendan: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Timing!
Brendan: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Away now: One seabass, one wellington, one New York strip, one prime rib.
Blue team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Get it on the pass!

Gordon: Brendan?
Brendan: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Is that the same bass?
Brendan: No, chef.
Gordon: You didn't start a fresh one?
Brendan: Yes, I did, chef.
Gordon: So where's the old one then?
Brendan: I threw it away.
Gordon: Show me.
Brendan: Yeah. [looks through the garbage] Chef, I can't find it.
Gordon: Are you lying to me? Because I'm going to stop this whole fucking kitchen. I'm going to ask you one more time to tell me the truth. Is that the bass from ten minutes ago or is that a fresh one you cooked? Because I'm going to turn this fucking kitchen upside down.
Brendan: (interview; wiping his face) Oh, my God. [to Gordon] Chef, yes.
Gordon: [tosses the bass down] Why?
Paul: Start a new bass. Start a new bass. Everyone stop your garnishes.
Chino: (interview) Brendan is an idiot for lying to Chef Ramsay. It's like seriously, you're making a fool of yourself.
Gordon: And how dare you go to the garbage can, search it and turn me out like that. Period!
Brendan: Yes, chef. Firing again. Firing again.
Gordon: You do that to me one more time, trust me, fuck the elimination, I'll send you out there and then. Let me tell you that.
Brendan: Yes, chef. Won't happen again. (interview) Chef Ramsay's not a stupid person. I was blowing smoke up his ass and he called me out on it.
Gordon: Start again!
Brendan: Firing a new bass now, chef.

[Gordon checks on duck brought up by Tommy]
Gordon: Oh, come on. Hey, Tommy! The duck is overcooked!
Will: Fuck! It's ridiculous, man!
Paul: Tommy, start a new chicken. It's overcooked! You have one ready.
Gordon: That's a duck! [throws his spoon away]
Paul: Duck. Sorry, chef.
Gordon: [calls the entire team] All of you, come here! Not one entrée has left this fucking kitchen! GET IT TOGETHER!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!

[Krupa accidentally dropped her prime rib while serving tableside; returns to the pass with James]
Krupa: Chef Ramsay, I just fell with the whole rib in my hands s—
Gordon: Oh, fuck's sake. The whole fucking thing?
Krupa: The whole fucking thing. I'm sorry.
Gordon: Oh, you're kidding me. Oh, come on. One simple task. [calls Monterray] Monterray!
Monterray: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Once you've finished the rib, serve the ribs to Krupa. [to Krupa] Hey, Butterfingers. When you finish serving the ribs from the Blue team, take the trolley. Do not drop it!
Krupa: Yes, chef.

[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the Blue Team]
Gordon: [checks Brendan's seabass] Oh, come on. Brendan, it's raw.
Will: [to Brendan] COME ON, BRO! REALLY?! (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!
Gordon: Blue Team! Blue Team!!
Paul: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Stop! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. Not ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck, and now I got a raw bass! What are we going to do now?! Any suggestions? [no one answers] I've got one big suggestion! [points to every member of the Blue Team] You, you, you, you, you, fuck off out of here! Get upstairs!!
Jonathon: (interview) What the fuck, man?! It is so frustrating, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy-ass bitches, man!
Gordon: [calls to the Red Team] Ladies!
Jamie: Yes, chef?
Gordon: I need four of you in here to finishing the Blue Team. Any of you.
Carrie: Yes, chef!
Paul: (interview) Having another person coming in to finish what I fucking started is the most infuriating slap in the face, literally "taking your dick out and whipping it across my chin" feeling that I have ever had in my life.
[The entire Blue Team goes outside to smoke after returning to the dorms]
Jonathon: [angrily throws water bottle] FUCK!!
Will: I didn't sign up for this, bro. Send my ass home, bro. People just don't know how to fucking cook. (interview) That was, like, the biggest pussy bullshit I've ever experienced in my life, man. [to his teammates] I've never been kicked out of a kitchen, bro.
Will: I didn't sign up for this! I signed up to win! We're all supposed to be professional chefs, right?!
Paul: I agree!

[The Blue Team lost the night's service second time in a row]
Gordon: Men, I'm disappointed. Will?
Will: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Who should leave Hell's Kitchen tonight?
Will: A hundred percent, Brendan and Chino.
Gordon: Paul, who should go?
Paul: Brendan and Chino.
Gordon: Jonathon?
Jonathon: I voted for Brendan and Chino.
Gordon: If you have to pick one?
Jonathon: I choose Chino.
Chino: Some of you guys are just a bunch of fucking phonies, you know that? All you do is scream while Chef Ramsay says...and when Chef Ramsay leaves, you just clam up. You–you don't wanna put yourself out there.
Jonathon: You can go fuck yourself, Chino.
[Will shakes his head while the Red Team stares on in shock]
Chino: You know why they're (Red Team) winning? You know why the girls are winning? They may not like each other, but they all fucking study their shit! I–I'm getting balled out on risotto. What do you do? You go at me!
Jonathon: I didn't see you trying to help out somebody else like I was!
Chino: I couldn't! 'Cause I was getting fucked up! I was fucking up! How could I help somebody if I'm fucking up?! [Gordon facepalms]
Jonathon: Team player? You ain't no team player!
Chino: Okay?! I felt sorry for him, alright?!
Jonathon: You don't even know what that means! Fuck you!
Paul: Guys!
Gordon: Anyway, Brendan and Chino, step forward.

Gordon: The only thing bigger than Brendan's ego are the lies that he tells and I can't have that in Hell's Kitchen.

Episode Three [9.03][edit]

[During the Mommy and Me team challenge, Gordon checks on quesadilla brought up by Jamie]
Gordon: It's burnt. It's children. Ladies. LADIES! COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! Would you serve that to your baby?
Red Team: No, chef.
Gordon: Unbelievable! [to Jamie] Jamie, stop sulking like a fucking baby! The babies are out there! Not in here! [slams the tray on the workstation] Start again!
Jamie: Fucking shit!

[Gordon checks on panini brought up by Jonathon]
Gordon: All of you, just stop! Look at me! LOOK AT ME!! There's no chicken in here, and you think I'm going to push that out. You've got a small lead, but it's shrinking away! Start the table again!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on chicken fingers brought up by Tommy]
Gordon: They're overcooked and they're fucking dry. Tell me. [returns to the workstation] Come here, come here. Another children, right? I've got four of my own. [gets a piece of chicken] Would you serve them that shit?
Blue Team: No, chef.
Gordon: What is that? It's-it's like a fucking baby's flip flop! [throws the chicken away] Oh, piss off will you?
Natalie: Come on, quality product Tommy!
Gordon: Piss off.

Gordon: Blue Team, job well done.
Jonathon: You know, if I'd known it was that easy to bring a beautiful lady (Natalie) in to get everybody talkin', I'd have had Tommy put a dress on, man! [Gordon starts laughing along with the men]

[Carrie and Jennifer bring their meat entrées to the pass]
Andi: Why do we have a kid's burger?
Gordon: It's not even on the ticket.
Andi: Neither is the wellington.
Gordon: [returns the entrées to the workstation] All of you, come here! It's the first fucking ticket of the night. Two bass, two New York strip, one lamb, one cod.
Jennifer: Fuck!
Gordon: No burger, no wellington.
Jennifer: (interview) Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Gordon: Your first ticket. Jennifer, THIS IS EMBARRASSING! Half the dining room is filled with children! PATHETIC!!
Jennifer: (interview) I'm mortified that I was even a part of this. I will not go down for Carrie. I should have just pushed her away and had her do something else.
Red Team: Yes, chef!

Gordon: [to Amanda] What's going, Amanda?
Amanda: I'm sorry, chef?
Gordon: WHAT'S GOING?!
Amanda: I have two bass on this ticket with the lamb.
Gina: And a cod.
Gordon: And a cod?
Amanda: And a cod.
Gordon: The cod is not on?
Amanda: The cod is not on chef.
Jennifer: What?
Amanda: I forgot about it.
Gordon: OH, MY GOD!!
Elise: (interview) Amanda, is there anyone home?!
Gordon: You haven't got the cod on?!
Amanda: I forgot about it. (interview; laughs nervously) Ugh.
Gordon: Family night?! DISASTER NIGHT!!
Amanda: I'm sorry, chef.
[Gordon throws his spoon away on the workstation out of disappointment]

Jamie: How much time now?
Jennifer: I'm waiting on the lamb!
Elise: Are you standing there with your hand on your hip while we're trying to put this ticket out?
Carrie: No, I am not.
Elise: I better see you cooking something.
Carrie: (interview) Elise is always yelling at me.
Elise: See what I mean?
Carrie: (interview) I'm not going to let her het to me. I know I can cook. I'm know I'm good.
Elise: How long to the window?
Carrie: One more minute.
Elise: Please, let's get it up.
Gordon: Garnish, let's go! Here we go! Thirty seconds to the window.
Andi: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Where's the bass?
Amanda: It's coming up right now.
Gordon: Service! Where's the lamb?
Carrie: Right here, chef.
Gordon: Let's go! Garnish please. [sees that the lamb is raw] Look at this. Ah, fuck me. It's raw! (returns to the workstation)
Carrie: Is it still raw?
Amanda: Come on, it's walking. No, it's right there.
Jamie: You've got to be kidding me, guys!
Carrie: [touches the raw lamb] Know that- that- okay.
Gordon: STOP! [letting Carrie out of his way] Leave me alone! [sounding as if he might cry] All of you, come here. Look at the fucking state of this.
Carrie: I thought it looked good.
Elise: (interview) I obviously think that Carrie doesn't have all her marbles.
Gordon: [to Carrie] Why are you doing this to me?
Carrie: I saw this and I thought it was okay, chef, and I tried--
Gordon: "I saw this." It's not even hot, it's raw! RAW! [slams the lamb on the counter] SHIT! [throws the lamb away; calls Gina] Gina - please!
Gina: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Take this useless brigade around every fricking table, and I want a sincere apology on the back of your crap performance! Piss off! Every one of them!
[Red team exits the kitchen to apologize with the hungry customers]
James: Why don't you explain to this table? Could you look all of these children? They're all... famished.
Elise: We sincerely apologize about your entrées. (interview) It was humiliating apologizing to the tables when I felt like it wasn't my fault.
Carrie: We're very sorry.
Elise: We apologize.
Carrie: We're sorry you don't have any entrées right now.
Elise: (interview) Yes, we're a team, but you can only do so much when you have a broken leg.
Carrie: [while returning to the red kitchen] Ladies, our promise it will not happen again, okay.
Gordon: Ladies.
Red team: Yes, chef?
Gordon: That was the first useful thing you have done tonight. It's also the last. Get out of here! All of you! And hang your heads in shame! Because you absolutely suck! Piss off! Embarrassing, AND ON FAMILY NIGHT! YOU CERTAINLY DON'T CARE ABOUT THE CHILDREN!
Carrie: Oh, my God.
Young Male Diner: "Shut it down!"

[The Red Team return to dorms after their disappointing performance]
Amanda: Chef is going to call me out, I'm telling you.
Elise: [to Amanda] He's going to call you out, but there's two of you going up. (interview) This could be a great opportunity for the Red team. We can get rid of Carrie, and turn something negative into a positive.
[Carrie confronts Elise in the dorm]
Carrie: The first time, all the food was up there.
Elise: [interrupting Carrie] Don't talk to me right now!
Carrie: No, Elise, you're gonna talk to me anyway.
Elise: I don't want to hear what you got to say. Get out of my face!
Gina: Just wait! You can talk to her later.
Elise: She can talk up on the chopping block, that's when she can fucking talk. Don't say a word.
Gina: [distant, off-camera] Stop.
Carrie: No, I'm not going to have you talk like this! Just listen to me.
Elise: Nobody's sitting here talking to you. Okay, let me ask you to a serious question right now, do you take medication?
Carrie: Elise, stop it. Quit acting like this.
Elise: [talking over Carrie] Because I think that you are living in another world. You are nothing but a distraction on me. You didn't call anything. You fucked up the whole rhythm of the kitchen, and I-I knew this was gonna happen!
Carrie: THE FUCK I DID! Elise, stop it! I did not! You know how bad I wanted this! Stop it!
Elise: [talking over Carrie] Yes, you did! Yes, you did. Yes, you did.
Gina: Stop it, ladies!
Carrie: (interview) I do deserve to be here. I'm not ready to leave Hell's Kitchen! And I'm ready to fight.

[The Red Team lost the night's service; Gordon became the only nominator for the episode]
Gordon: Jennifer, step forward please!
Jennifer: Shit!
Gordon: My next choice is... Carrie, step forward! [thinks on a third nominee] You know what? Amanda, join them.
Gordon: Carrie, tell me why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Carrie: I love cooking, but is in my passion and it is in my heart. I'm not ready to go yet, chef. I am going to prove you I am good enough.
Gordon: Why is your team is so desperate to see you out of here?
Carrie: I don't know have Elise against me. She's had something against me since day one; I'm not quite sure what it is.
Amanda: It's not just Elise, Carrie.
Gordon: Amanda, why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Amanda: Well, chef, unlike Carrie, I'm not in denial that I had a fucking crap performance tonight. Not in denial at all. I want this, chef. I'm not going to piss around and lie to you and say like, "Oh, save me and feel bad for me, I'm good." I can work my ass off for you, chef. You've seen me do better.
Gordon: You didn't fight back!
Amanda: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You threw the towel in!
Amanda: I know, chef.

Amanda: (interview after being eliminated) I'm so completely and utterly embarrassed and disappointed with myself. My dream coming in to Hell's Kitchen was to win, so to have one of my idols tell me, "You're not worth it..." That shit sucks!

Gordon: Amanda lost the will to cook on the line tonight. I lost the will to keep her here.

Episode Four [9.04][edit]

[During their punishment prep, the Blue Team decides to rehearse running dinner service]
Paul: Alright, order in. Squab, risotto, tart. Entrée: wellington, cod, strip, and bass.
Will: Yep, rice is going.
Natalie: Scallop.
Will: Starting to go, starting to go. (interview) We had our first two services, and it was a loss. It sucked.
Natalie: Doing my fish thing.
Will: (interview) We got an opportunity to work out any kinks we might've seen in service. [to Natalie] Three minutes out.
Chino: Now, I'm gonna say, "Okay, dude, it's not ready. So, it's still, uh... in the oven, so... Hey, you gotta give me four minutes."
Natalie: No, that's not good!
Paul: [impersonating Gordon's British accent while slamming his fist on workstation] How long?!
Chino: You gotta give me four minutes, dude.
Will: (interview) Chino sat there and was like... [chuckles and shakes his head]
Chino: I got three minutes—three minutes on the wellington.
Paul: Three minutes!
Will: (interview) He can't even fake being a good cook. [facepalms]
Natalie: So I need two minutes!
Chino: Say—say I'm behind again.
Jonathon: (interview) I mean, really? There's no cooking involved. I mean, how hard is that?
Chino: I just—I'm gonna try.
Paul: [in British accent] HURRY UP!
Natalie: CHINO!

[During prep]
Narrator: While the Blue Team seems focused and united, in the red kitchen, Elise...
Andi: That's all we have?
Elizabeth: Yeah, that's everything we get.
Elise: That's why I'm putting eggs on there, because it cooks down, like...
Andi: Could you stop talking to me like I'm your fucking child?
Narrator: ...has found someone else to agitate.
Elise: Whatever.
Andi: You need to calm down.
Elise: I am calm! I'm just saying...
Andi: Yeah, you're always talking back to me, and you don't need to talk back to me. [Carrie smirks]
Narrator: ...Seems to have a problem with authority.
Andi: I'm here, you're here. Get it straight. Hello?
Elise: I heard you.
Andi: You're so fucking disrespectful!
Carrie: [smiling with Krupa] This is the first time I smiled all day.

Gordon: Cod, bass!
Monterray: Oh, Jesus Fuck! Sea bass is fucking falling apart.
Gordon: Sea bass is what?
Monterray: Sea bass fell apart.
Gordon: Oh, boy. Scott.
Scott Leibfried: [gives Monterray on a lesson] When you take the fish out of the pan, you leave it on the spatula.
Monterray: It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
Scott Leibfried: You leave it on the fucking spatula! Is that what you did? No, you didn't. So it's the fish's fault again?
Monterray: No, it's not. It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
[Screenshot of Janet Evans and Mark Spitz (two Olympic gold medalists on swimming) on Chef's Table]
Monterray: (interview) I understand what he's telling me and I'm listening to him, but you ain't going to keep fucking cussing at me. I don't give a fuck who you are: Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott, Chef Andi. You ain't going to keep talking to me like that!
Monterray: I'm not bullshitting you. I put it on- I have it. I'm putting it on there-
Narrator: And Monterray has decided to go toe-to-toe with Sous Chef Scott.
Monterray: I understand. I understand.
Scott Leibfried: DO YOU?! THEN FUCKING DO IT!
Monterray: I'm positive.
Scott Leibfried: THEN DO IT!
Monterray: Then, it's done then.
Scott Leibfried: FUCK YOU!
Monterray: Well, fuck you too, then! [throws pan into the sink] You fucking serious, man?
Jonathon: (interview) When you fucking got too much pride and you wanna stand there and fucking cuss at Chef Scott, that's the motherfucker that needs to go home.

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Chino]
Gordon: What is that?
Scott Leibfried: Cold, too. Ice-cold.
Gordon: CHINO!!
Natalie: (interview; sighs)
Gordon: All of you, come here! Just touch that. Touch the meat. It's raw! RAW!!

[Gordon checks on sea bass brought up by Elise]
Gordon: What's she done to that? Elise!
Elise: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here. Come here! That's right! Come here! I've got one bass dry, and one bass raw. Raw! RAW!! Get the bass back in the pan!
Elise: Fuck!
Carrie: (interview) Elise had some problems on the fish station. I mean, I thought Chef was about to kick her out of the kitchen. I was kinda hoping for him to, but you know... [shrugs]
Gordon: Elise!
Elise: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I don't know what kind of frame of mind you're in, but it's not on a fucking championship performance, let me tell you!
Krupa: (interview) Elise will never admit that she's wrong. She just stood there with her eyebrows up and just looking. [pouts like Elise]
Gordon: Who're you going to blame now?
Elise: Nobody, chef!
Gordon: It's about time you looked at yourself in the mirror and took some responsibility!
Elise: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks on meat brought up by Chino]
Gordon: [on the wellington] Look at that. Chewed up to fuck. [on the lamb] And that? That's raw.
Scott: Yep.
Gordon: It's pink. [returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away] Blue Team, stop! [to Chino] Come here, you. Look at that. [points at lamb] That is raw. That is white fat, [points at wellingtons] and what have you done to this? Wha-wha-what is that? So now, you've just fucked [knocks his hand on the workstation] me!
Chino: Yes, chef. Yes, chef. (interview) I feel like a dumbass, moron, idiot because I can cook better than that. It's just... It's embarrassing.
Gordon: There you go. [tosses the tray on the floor] All of you! FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!
Will: I'm so fucking pissed, it's not even funny. (interview) We suck. The way I look at it is, any time you get a service shut down, you suck.
Gordon: [to Janet Evans & Mark Spitz] My apologies. In the last service, they were good. That’s what hurts.
Janet Evans: You gotta fight for it!
Mark Spitz: Exactly.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Gina]
Gordon: Oh, come on. Stop. All of you, come here. What is that?
Gina: It's raw, chef. I just sliced into it.
Gordon: Oh, really? I'd never have guessed. So in front of (Misty May-Treanor and Jen Kessy) these ladies here, this is how we want to perform? Raw bass, overcooked bass. Raw lamb, what an embarrassment.
Gina: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Why are you doing this to me? It's like being in a volleyball match and I'm the ball getting pounded.
Gina: (interview) I was just like, "Oh, my God." It was bad.
Gordon: Let me tell you something really important: SHUT IT DOWN!
[Customers start leaving Hell's Kitchen]
Narrator: After shutting down both kitchens...
Gordon: I'd rather send something.
Andi: Oui, chef.
Narrator: Chef Ramsay has Sous Chefs Scott and Andi make the entrées for the chef's tables. And after a disastrous dinner service, Chef Ramsay sums up the evening with one word:
Gordon: PATHETIC! So therefore, the winning team tonight is... Nobody! Both teams, think of two individuals that could really make your team stronger... by exiting! [pause] Get out of here.

[The Blue Team nominated Chino and Monterray, while the Red Team nominated Carrie and Elise]
Elise: If you asked my team who they'd rather see leave between me and Carrie, I'm sure the answer would be Carrie.
Gordon: Elizabeth, if you had to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?
Elizabeth: Carrie, chef.
Gordon: Jamie?
Jamie: Elise, chef.
Gordon: Krupa, who would you drop?
Krupa: Elise as well.
Gordon: Jennifer, who would you drop?
Jennifer: Elise.
Gordon: Gina?
Gina: Elise, chef.
Gordon: Natalie (transferred to blue team since previous episode), you were in the Red Team. Who would you send home? Elise or Carrie?
Natalie: Elise, chef.
Gordon: No hesitation there. Elise, I did what you asked! I took a vote! Here's the sad news for you. Your team wants you out of there so badly, you may be better off.
Elise: I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet, chef! I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus.
Monterray: It's too late! [laughs]
Elise: I'm keeping it 100% with you, chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can't give somebody common sense and talent, [points at Carrie] especially when you're 31! I'm 26! I have so much to learn and so much more to give!
Gordon: Are you done?! [pause] Okay. Time for a difficult decision. My decision is... Elise. [everyone on the Red Team smiles as Elise walks up to Gordon] Stop crying and get back in line!
[Jamie and Jennifer facepalm while Krupa shakes her head]

Gordon: Chino took his time in Hell's Kitchen very seriously. The problem is he seriously couldn't cook.

Episode Five [9.05][edit]

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Krupa]
Gordon: Who made this? Who made that risotto? The risotto's like soup! [returns to the workstation and pours the risotto into another pan] Krupa, risotto is like soup. Soup, soup, soup, fucking soup!
Krupa: (interview) Soupy risotto, what the fuck was wrong with me?
Gordon: Come on, Krupa! I know you don't know the difference between veal and beef, but you must know the difference between soup and risotto!
Krupa: Yes, chef.

Gordon: How long, Gina?! [Gina doesn't respond] Talk to your team!
Gina: I'm–I'm ready.
Krupa: Can you slow it down? I need a minute and a half on my pasta.
Gina: I'm good to go!
Krupa: Slow down a little bit. (interview) Gina seemed to be in a rush to try and get things done, but the pasta wasn't ready. So, I kept pushing it back and pushing it back.
Gina: I'm walking with the scallops!
Gordon: Oh, are you? Everybody else ready?
Krupa: Hold on. Hold, fifteen seconds!
Gina: [walks to the pass while Krupa continues cooking pasta] Walking with my scallops!
Gordon: Oh, fuck me.
Krupa: (interview) It's frustrating that she's not listening to me. She was focused on the task that she was doing, but there was no communication.
Gordon: Let's go, spaghetti!
Krupa: Lobster spaghetti coming right now, chef!
Gordon: You're not even working as a team yet. Hurry up, Krupa!
Krupa: Lobster spaghetti.
[Gordon checks on lobster spaghetti brought up by Krupa]
Gordon: Undercooked. Fuck me. [returns to the workstation and throws his tongs away] Krupa, taste that! Hurry up! RAW!
Krupa: I'll give you another one, chef.

[Gordon checks on lobster spaghetti brought up by Krupa]
Gordon: Oh, my God! So pissed off! I can't take it anymore! [returns to the workstation and throws tongs away] ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! AT MY FUCKING SIDE! [knocks his hand on the workstation; to Elise] What's wrong with that?
Elise: It looks like shit.
Gordon: There's no pasta! It looks like baby food out of a fucking tin! [to Krupa] IT'S DISGUSTING!! [slams the pan down]
Krupa: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: From a soupy risotto to fucking spaghetti drowned in sauce!
Elise: (interview) Right now, appetizers is sinking the whole ship.
Gordon: [to Krupa] Hey, you! You! Fuck off upstairs! Get out! I can't bear to look at you anymore! GET OUT!

Gordon: Two cod, one lobster, one wellington!
Blue Team: Yes, chef.
Monterray: [to Tommy] Three and half minutes, yes? On the two cod? The wellington? [Tommy doesn't respond]
Gordon: Tommy!
Paul: Tommy, how long on the cod?! You're driving!
Gordon: TOMMY!
Paul: (interview) Tommy doesn't talk. He shuts down, he gets all quiet! And then he doesn't talk to Chef, and that's a sign of disrespect to Chef, so Chef gets even madder at him! [to Tommy] Tommy, how long?!
Gordon: Tommy, you're keeping us all fucking waiting now!
Tommy: I'm just going, chef. It's coming, I promise.
Gordon: Yeah, then give me a fucking time!
Monterray: Two minutes, yes?
Tommy: No, give me five!
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell.
Tommy: I gotta re-do that cod. [to Will] Can't put that out, right?
Will: Fuck, man!
Tommy: [to Monterray] Yeah, push it back. Five on that cod. It's five on that two cod. (interview) I'm being a leader for myself in Hell's Kitchen right now. I'm making sure things leaving my hands are perfect, and that's how I'll be noted.
Gordon: Monterray! Hey, bozo! How can you keep on reheating your meat before it's overcooked?!
Monterray: It's not, chef!
Monterray: It won't be, chef! It won't be!

Gordon: Cod, sea bass, wellington, (New York) strip! I hope it's working!
Tommy: These are up for the cod. Can we plate this?
Natalie: [to Monterray] Wellington!
Monterray: [cuts into the wellington] Oh, my fucking God! [both halves of the wellington are raw in the center] Will, take a look at this. I don't think that's gonna pass.
Will: If you don't think that's right, you need to let them know now.
Monterray: Guys, I don't think it's right! Pull back!
Gordon: Oh, fuck off! [slams spoon on workstation] Fuck off! [to Monterray] Come here, you!
Monterray: That was me, chef.
Gordon: I sent it four minutes ago! How can you continue cooking a wellington?!
Monterray: I had two, chef. One was over and I still had one to send with the others, chef. And that one was overcooked as well.
Gordon: So they're both overcooked?! [points at Tommy] You! Come here, you!
Tommy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Last table was the cod, overcooked. Now it's the wellington. Let me communicate to both of you! FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!! Get out of here, both of you! PISS OFF! Get upstairs and fucking sit and high-five each other! GET OUT, TOMMY!

Gina: [walks to the pass with sea bass] It's hot, chef. Very hot.
Gordon: Oh, stop. Fuck off, will you? [separates the fish] Aaaahhhh. [returns to the workstation] All of you! Come here! Raw bass! Raw fucking bass!
Gina: (interview) Oh, my God. Like, here it comes.
Gordon: Anything to say now?!
Elise: No, chef.
Gordon: Nothing at all? Anything to say?! Anybody, FUCK OFF!! [smashes the bass; to Gina and Elise] Both of you, fuck off upstairs!

Gordon: They say good things come in small packages. But unfortunately in Gina's case, her talent matched her size: Tiny.

Episode Six [9.06][edit]

[The red team have to make the cake for tonight's dinner service for their punishment; Carrie and Jennifer notice some of their teammates slacking off]
Jennifer: Alright, can we have a team meeting for five seconds?
Carrie: This cake's gonna look like shit, and it's not funny.
Elise: Who's laughing?! Stop saying that like no one's taking it seriously! (interview) Carrie got a big mouth as always. If she wanna try and get in my face with it, she better back down.
Carrie: I wasn't saying that I was making a joke!
Elise: That's exactly what you said!
Carrie: No!
Elise: You said, "No one's laughing either!" Like, that to other people, makes them feel as though they're not taking it serious.
Carrie: Okay, I'm not trying to make anyone feel inferior.
Elise: I'm just telling you what you said.
Carrie: Elise, can I please talk for fucking once?!
Elise: You don't make me feel inferior. I just don't like how you try to act like no one else around you is taking it seriously.
Carrie: (interview, impersonates Elise talking) "Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah, Carrie! Blah-blah-blah-blah-blah!"
Elise: You're a trifling-fuck bitch.
Carrie: Are you kidding me?
Elise: I'm about to show you, bitch!
Carrie: You don't have to yell at me! I'm right here!
Elise: You better get out of my face!
Carrie: Goddammit, Elise.
Elise: Know that! You get up out of my face!

[Before the start of the dinner service, Gordon presents a cake for the high school reunion]
Gordon: Where's the cake? Please? [to Scott] Scott, we ordered a special stand for the cake, right?
Scott Leibfried: Yes.
Gordon: Okay, good. Excellent. [Krupa and Elise bring the "cake" into the blue kitchen] What on earth? [finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made] Holy crap! Did someone vomit on it? What's all the bits of brown-what's on the-what is that? What a mess.
Carrie: We thought it would look like sand.
Jennifer: [laughs] Yeah chef.
Gordon: Look at it! It looks like a Mexican sombrero gone wrong, when someone shat on it. (to the blue team) Blue team, have you seen this disaster?
Paul: [raises his right arm] Olé!
Gordon: Yeah. We have tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. Do you mind, Scott? Do you mind, just...putting it over there? Thank you.

[Gordon notices Carrie adding an old rice into a fresh risotto that she is cooking]
Gordon: Carrie, look at me. LOOK AT ME!!
Carrie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're adding the old rice into the fresh rice, just reheating it. I'm watching whatever you're doing.
Carrie: I'll start over right now.
Elise: [to Carrie] Drop that pan and start over!
Gordon: She wants to cut corners! [to Elise] And you wonder why I'm pissed off?
Elise: No, chef.
Gordon: [to Carrie] I know the name of your restaurant: "Chez Leftovers".
Carrie: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]
Gordon: Paul? It's cold in the centre and it's fucking raw.
Paul: Yes, chef. I'll re-fire chef.
Gordon: I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! It's our first table! [smashes the snapper] I'm struggling, Paul! I don't expect that from you! NOT TONIGHT!!!
Paul: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]
Gordon: It's fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you! [angrily throws his spoon away] I'm struggling! The fish is fucking RAW! [knocks the workstation] IT'S THE SECOND TIME!! And is the committee's table! You can't do that to me!
Paul: Yes, chef.
Jonathon: (interview) Paul's crashing and burning on the fish station. Like the Titanic, you know, it's fucking going down.
Gordon: [to Paul] YOU, OFF FISH!!
Paul: [angrily slams his towel] Fuck!!
Gordon: Jonathon, Monterray! On the fish!
Monterray: (interview) I'm like, "okay." [to Jonathon] Come on. Let's go, let's go.
Gordon: Get a grip, guys!
Monterray: Four to five minutes.
Gordon: Jesus Christ.

Gordon: Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to pull it together!
Monterray: Two minutes.
Jonathon: Two minutes chef.
Monterray: Jump in.
Jonathon: You do what you got to do.
Monterray: No, no, no, no.
Jonathon: Just do what you got to do.
Monterray: (interview) Chef Ramsay throws me on fish station, so I do what I can. And Jonathon's sittin' back and I'm like, "Dude! What the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please! Like, what is wrong with you?!"
Gordon: What the fuck is Jonathon doing?
Jonathon: I'm trying to help chef. I'm just trying to help.
Monterray: (interview) Jonathon's sitting in the corner like some stray dog with his tail between his legs.
Jonathon: If anybody needs anything, just holler at me, okay?
Monterray: (interview) So I guess I'm by myself, I have to step up and I'm like, more capable of doing this job.
Gordon: Where is the snapper?
Monterray: Right here, chef.
[Gordon checks the snapper]
Gordon: It's raw. All of you, come here!
Monterray: What the fuck happened?
Gordon: Just touch that! [grabs snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it! Touch it! [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare! I am so pissed off! I can't take it anymore. I've had-I've had enough!
Monterray: Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.
Gordon: He (Paul) screws me, you (Monterray) walk away!
Monterray: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Where's your respect? GET OUT! Fuck off!
Natalie: Ugh.
Jonathon: Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?
Gordon: PISS OFF!
Jonathon: Fuck!

[Monterray, Paul and Jonathon have been nominated for elimination]
Gordon: Paul, that was one of the worst dinner services I’ve ever witnessed.
Paul: I’m sick to my stomach for what happened tonight. I ruined somebody’s 20-year anniversary that they’ll never get back. I feel that I’m not done, chef. I take full responsibility for what happened, but I really, really don’t want to go.
Gordon: I’m unconvinced. You disintegrated! You backed up the entire dining room!
Paul: I know, chef. I had the worst service of my life! I am so disappointed in myself, that I’m literally cringing–cringing of watching you at the pass, and I’m shitting on you every fucking table, 'cause I couldn’t get my shit together! I don’t want that to ever happen again, and I have enough determination to ensure it WON’T fucking happen again! That’s why I still want to be here, because MY FIRE ISN’T OUT!
Gordon: Paul.
Paul: Chef.
Gordon: ...Back in line!
Paul: Thank you, chef.

Gordon: It was high school reunion night in Hell's Kitchen. Unfortunately, for Monterray, he flunked the test.

Episode Seven [9.07][edit]

[Gordon is about to tell the Blue Team what their reward is for winning the beer challenge]
Gordon: Blue Team, you've got an amazing day. Do you like speed?
Tommy: Meth or coke? [the contestants laugh; Gordon slaps himself] Kidding! I'm only kidding!
Will: [to Natalie] Switch spots with me, please.

Gordon: Elise!
Elise: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Salad!
Elise: [runs to pass] Sorry to keep you waiting.
Gordon: [checks salad before returning to workstation] Come here! All of you, come here! Hey, look. Look. [pours water out of salad bowl] That's the state of where we are now. [drops bowl]
Carrie: (interview) I did tell her right before dinner service, I was like, "Elise, you need to drain that salad." As always, she never listens.
Gordon: [to Elise] Look at me! Why is it in the water?
Elise: I... I didn't touch the station. Carrie touched the station, it's in water, I'm gonna drain it.
Carrie: It's supposed to be drained before we start, and I did ask you to do that.
Elise: I didn't—
Gordon: [to Elise] What section are you on?!
Elise: I am on appetizers, chef!
Gordon: Right. So who's responsible for draining the fucking salad?!
Elise: I am, chef! I'm sorry, chef, I'm draining it now!
Gordon: As usual. It wasn't drained for me.

Narrator: Despite Elise's soggy salad, the Red Team quickly recovers, getting most of their appetizers out to their hungry diners. Back in the blue kitchen...
Natalie: Going up with scallops.
Narrator: ...Natalie is ready to impress with her second attempt on the scallop appetizer.
[Gordon and Sous Chef Scott flip the scallops over and see that they're once again undercooked]
Gordon: Natalie.
Natalie: Yes, chef!
Gordon: It's rubber! Touch! Rubber! Come on, Natalie, please! COME ON!
Natalie: Yes, chef!
Gordon: The pan's not hot enough, Natalie! Even from here! It's gotta be searing quick!
Natalie: It's–it's searing, chef. It's sizzling, chef.
Gordon: [walks to Natalie's station] Not enough.
Natalie: Okay.
Gordon: Not enough! They're gonna boil. The scallops are massive, not enough!
Natalie: Okay, yes, chef. (interview) You know, it's just–it's just really frustrating. I was getting stuff sent back. I was having to trash scallops. It's just like a catastrophe.
Gordon: [notices several trays of raw scallops] Oh, my God! Look at all those scallops! Will, Paul, Jonathon! Tommy, come here! How many scallops are we having to re-fire?!
Paul: (interview) Natalie had to sear off a million scallops tonight because she couldn't get them right. This is not gonna be good.
Gordon: Oh, my God! [quickly counts the scallops] One, two, three, four, five, six...
Jonathon: One, two, three...
Gordon: ...seven, eight, nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, four— [to Jonathon] SHUT IT! Fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty! Oh, come on! We haven't even sent any out! Natalie, WAKE UP!
Will: (interview) I'm sitting here watching Natalie sink faster than the Titanic on fish. [to Natalie] Take your pan, put here. Drop your scallops. (interview) So, I go over there to show her how to sear a scallop.
Gordon: Scallops, I'm dying! Let's go!
Will: [to Natalie] You need a scallop up there now.
Natalie: Yeah. [brings re-fired scallops to pass]
Gordon: [flips scallops] Thank you! Finally! [to Natalie] Now you got the colour on the scallops, STICK TO IT! Yes?
Natalie: Yes, chef.
Will: Good job, Natalie. Keep it going.

Gordon: Wellington, New York!
Krupa: I got the wellington and the New York ready. I'm cutting it right now. [gasps after seeing the center of the cut wellington] Oh, this one's gonna be overcooked. Shit!
Gordon: Oh, my God. Holy fuck, this is not real. Everything's fucked! [looks at wellingtons on Krupa's station] Oh, come on. Red Team, stop! Everything's overcooked!
Elizabeth: (interview) Krupa was cooking all the meat wrong. She was a nightmare.
Gordon: [to Krupa] What are you doing?!
Krupa: I don't know, chef. (interview) I honestly don't know what happened. There's no reason. [sighs; to Gordon] I'm frazzled, chef. I'm sorry.
Gordon: You're telling me? Krupa, do you wanna go home?
Krupa: No, chef.
Gordon: Let's go!

Jonathon: How long on the bass?
Natalie: Three and a half minutes. (interview) I've never cooked sea bass here before, but it's just like in a piece of fish, and you know, I've already messed up once. I don't plan on doing that again. [to Jonathon] How long do you need?
Jonathon: Go ahead, I'm fixing to cut two wellingtons.
Natalie: [brings the sea bass to the pass] Behind.
Jonathon: I think this wellington's overdone. Yep, here it is, baby. (interview) I'm almost to the point of panic! Tommy prepped my wellingtons like big balls of shit. What am I supposed to do?! [to Paul] That's a little bitty motherfucker right there. Probably gonna get my ass handed to me on that one. Yep! [brings the wellington to pass] Here.
Gordon: Oh, fuck me. [returns the sea bass and wellington to the workstation] All of you, come here!
Jonathon: (interview) Chef Ramsay's about to fucking kill my ass.
Gordon: One, I don't know what the fuck that is. [grabs a wellington]
Jonathon: That's a little one, that's my fault, chef. It won't happen again. It's a fucking little bit overcooked because of the size. I realize that. It won't happen again. I promise.
Gordon: Just like that... [throws a spoon on a workstation; to Natalie] ...and you? It's raw in the center. Raw! You're a talented cook!
Jonathon: Chef, I've got some more wellingtons.
Gordon: [points at Jonathon and Natalie] You, and you, fuck off! Get out!
Jonathon: For crying out, man. I'm–I'm so sick of this bullshit, man.
Gordon: Hey, hold on! Hello! [picks up the wellingtons and bass] Take that shit with you.
Jonathon: I'm done. I quit.
Gordon: JONATHON! Come here, you!
Jonathon: You can kiss my ass.
Gordon: [follows Jonathon outside the blue kitchen] JONATHON! I'd respect you more if you told me BEFORE you brought it to me! A-Anything to say!?
Natalie: It won't happen again.
Natalie: Yes, chef. Won't happen again.
Gordon: FUCK OFF!

Episode Eight [9.08][edit]

Gordon: [to Red Team] Table 31, look at me! The appetizers now, U.S. Coast Guard, yeah? Show them some respect.
Elise: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Let's go.
Jamie: Jennifer, a minute out?
Jennifer: Yeah, one minute out. We're walking in thirty seconds.
Gordon: Good. Wow, drive it, Jamie.
Jamie: Yes, chef! (interview) We have really solid cooks on our team.
Elizabeth: [to Carrie] How long on the pizza, Carrie?
Carrie: How long does it take? About two minutes?
Jamie: (interview) I mean, with the exception of Carrie.
Gordon: [to Carrie] What is it with you and pizza?!
Carrie: I know, chef. I can do this, chef.
Gordon: There's a pizza on the next table...
Carrie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: ...and it's not even rolled out.
Carrie: Rolling it right now, chef.
Elizabeth: (interview) Carrie is just so, like, frazzled in her head that she's not even thinking straight, and can't see in front of her.
Gordon: [to Carrie] Look at me. That's already fucked. [holds up thin pizza dough] When you roll it looking like a pair of fucking knickers... [Elise shakes her head]
Carrie: I'll start a new one, chef.
Gordon: Jesus Christ. [throws dough on workstation]

Jonathon: Capellini, chef.
Gordon: [after examining the capellini] Fuck me. [returns to workstation] Over my fucking dead body! All of you, come here. Where's your spoons? [to Natalie] Just taste that! Taste it! I swear to God, it's like food from a kindergarten! I've tasted better canned spaghetti! And this is the U.S. Coast Guard! [to Paul] You! Show them how to do a lobster capellini!
Paul: Yes, chef!
Gordon: If it doesn't sink in, THEY'RE OUT!! I don't care, they're gone!

Gordon: Jonathon, come here. I want a word with you.
Jonathon: (interview) The pain is starting to get to me. I thought I could push through dinner service, man. But it's–it's gradually getting worse.
Gordon: [follows Jonathon into the pantry] What's happening?
Jonathon: Honestly, chef...
Gordon: What's happening? Look at me straight in the eyes! What's happening? Come on!
Jonathon: Uh...
Gordon: Give it to me!
Jonathon: My mobility's a little limited. I didn't want to give up on the team or be a bitch or give up. So I'm in here doing the best I can.
Gordon: It doesn't stop you using your brain! [referring to Dave, who won season 6] I've had a young man in here two years ago that broke his fucking arm! He went on to win the fucking competition!
Jonathon: Yes, chef.
Gordon: If you've given up, GET OUT!
Jonathon: I'm not giving up!
Jonathon: I am fighting, chef!
Jonathon: Yes, chef!

[As she reaches for a pan, Natalie nearly trips over Tommy, who laughs as he opens the oven.]
Natalie: (interview) We were just all over the place. I mean, at one point, I almost fell over Tommy opening an oven, and he starts laughing.
Tommy: [to Natalie while laughing] Careful!
Gordon: Tommy!
Tommy: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Come here! Yeah, HURRY UP!
Tommy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Stop fucking laughing because this is not funny! It's not funny, okay?
Tommy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Fucking hell! What do you want, an accident?!
Tommy: Hell no!
Gordon: Go in slowly when it comes back out!
Tommy: Okay!
Gordon: Take it the fuck out of there, and work on this one, yes?!
Tommy: Alright.
Natalie: (interview) What if I had fallen with a hot pan and, like, fried my face off? Like, that's not funny!
Gordon: Wanna laugh?
Tommy: No!
Gordon: No? Well, let's go, then!
Tommy: Yes, chef!

Gordon: New York strip, wellington. Where are we?
Jonathon: How long, Tommy?
Gordon: Anybody helping him or what?
Tommy: Hold on, I got it! I got it!
Jonathon: You gotta cut those too, man!
Tommy: Hold on. I got a rhythm going.
Gordon: Oh, fuck me. You three.
Jonathon: Cut it and bring them up.
Paul: Bring it up!
Gordon: What's this one, normal or medium? Is that medium?
Will: Tommy, which one's well?
Tommy: I don't know which one's well!
Jonathon: Medium or well?
Paul: (interview) Tommy can cook, but Tommy doesn't communicate. Tommy's in his own fucking world.
Natalie: Tommy, what's this one?
Gordon: Where's the two medium? [to Tommy] Stop. Leave me alone. Leave me alone, Tommy.
Tommy: That's the medium rare, chef.
Gordon: Leave me alone. My fucking head hurts.
Tommy: The last two are medium.
Gordon: [to Blue Team] All of you. All of you, just touch that. Just touch that! Where's the two medium?
Tommy: Here, chef. And that is the medium rare.
Gordon: Oh, the cold one? [to Tommy] You made me look like a fucking arsehole in front of Wolfgang Puck today! Now, that's... that's hot, that's lukewarm, and that's cold. Are you done?
Tommy: No, no, no!
Gordon: Yeah, I'm done with you!
Paul: Tommy, heat them up! Get them back to the fucking pass!
Gordon: How long?!
Paul: HOW LONG?!
Tommy: Three minutes, chef.
Jonathon: You have another wellington you can use, or do I need to put this one in?
Gordon: WHY CAN'T WE JUST FUCKING REHEAT THEM?! [slams fist on workstation]

Gordon: The only thing worse than the pain in Jonathon's neck was listening to him blame everyone else for all his mistakes. I was glad to put him out of his misery.

Episode Nine [9.09][edit]

[Gordon notices Tommy firing a sea bass]
Gordon: Hey! Hey, hey, look at me! Hey, hello? [calls the attention of the blue team by knocking the workstation twice] He's (Tommy) cooking the seabass, what the fuck is he doing?!
Paul: Come on, Tommy! Tommy, are you serious?
Gordon: Come here you! Hey, come here! He's cooking the fucking entrée [knocks his hand on the workstation] before we get to the fucking appetisers!
Tommy: (interview) I got a little ahead of myself, I was on Speed Racer Mode. Started to get a little racy in the brain. I'm doing everything a hair early.
Gordon: So he's cooking the sea bass now! For the third table, we haven't even sent the appetiser!
Tommy: Okay, I'm rushing it.
Gordon: Rushing it? Do me a favour. Fuck off outside, get a big, deep breath of fresh air. Piss off! Go on. Outside. Outside! Hey, look at me, fuck off! What a fucking Muppet!

[Gordon checks on sea bass brought up by Carrie]
Gordon: Now, look at this. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here. Yeah, that's you (Carrie).
Carrie: What? [sees her sea bass] Oh, God. I didn't even see that. Oh, shit.
Gordon: (to Carrie) Hey, come here. You didn't see that?
Jamie: (interview) Burning stuff to crisp and trying to pass it off like you didn't see it? That's some kind of joke.
Gordon: Get out!
Carrie: I didn't even see that. I have another one in the oven. Don't kick me out, chef. Please. I'm not ready to quit, chef--
Gordon: Yeah, look at- get out!
Carrie: No!
Gordon: Get out.
Carrie: No, I have another one in the oven!
Gordon: Get out of here.
Carrie: [tries to return] Goddammi—I have another one—
Gordon: Get out!
Carrie: Fuck! [tries to return again] Chef, please, no! I have another one in the oven! I can do this!
Gordon: [knocks his hand on the workstation] Fucking move! You thick fucking idiot! [calls Carrie and gives her the burnt sea bass] Hey madam! Madam! Take your shit with you. Yeah. Enjoy your romantic dinner on your fucking own!

Narrator: Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen...
Gordon: How long two bass, one chicken, one cod?
Paul: Walking now, chef.
Narrator: Paul is ready with the blue team's first entrées.
Gordon: What's he done? It's raw! (brief pause) Paul!
Paul: Is it raw chef?
Gordon: Stop! All of you, come here! Paul just asked me, 'Is it raw?'
Paul: It's under!
Gordon: (To Paul) Will you tell me? Just touch that! TOUCH THAT! [Natalie touches the chicken] ROMANTIC DINNER?! [throws his spoon away on the workstation]
Will: (interview) It pisses me off because Paul knows better that. I mean... you just can't serve raw chicken.
Gordon: (to Paul) Hey, chef! Let me ask you, is that raw?
Paul: Chef, its under. I have another one. I'll give it to you right now--
Gordon: Hey, come here you! Answer my fucking question.
Paul: Yes, chef. It's raw.
Gordon: GET OUT!
Paul: [throws his towel on the floor] Fuck!
Gordon: Pink carnations, maybe. Pink chicken, no chance!
Paul: [knocks on the wall] (interview) I fucked up on a chicken! I mean, I'm fucking furious with myself! [kicks his door to the dorms] Chef Ramsay, let me back in! Let me finish what I started.
Gordon: Tommy, give that to Paul for his fucking romantic dinner. Upstairs, hurry up!
Gordon: Shut up!

Elise: Vegetarian cap(ellini)?
Narrator: Elise is ready with the vegetarian capellini.
Gordon: Oh, Jesus Christ! That's not vegetarian. Elise! It's the–Shut your fucking mouth! One capellini, no lobster.
Elise: I'm sorry.
Gordon: Start again. Yeah, fuck off! I'm sorry you're here. You [points to Jamie] are like her. You just can't be bothered anymore!
Elise: No, chef!
Jennifer: (interview) Elise is one of those people that thinks that she's one of the strongest, but not tonight.
Gordon: Entrées! [knocks his arm to the workstation; reads the ticket] One fucking vegetarian capellini, no lobster, just plain tomato sauce! Call it out, chef!
Elise: [begins to read the ticket] Entrées! One vegetarian lobster capellini.
Elise: Entrées is vegetarian lobster capellini!
Elise: One lobster capellini vegetarian!
Gordon: IS IT IN?!
Elise: Yes, chef!
Gordon: WAKE UP!!
Elise: Yes, chef! (interview) I know Chef Ramsay's pissed off at me, because I know he expects so much more out of me, and I expect more out of myself, and I'm pissed off at myself.
Gordon: A black jacket? You need a straitjacket!

Narrator: As Elise contemplates Chef Ramsay's motivational talk...
Tommy: (to Paul) I really have to give this to you. [hands Paul the raw chicken that got him ejected]
Narrator: Tommy hurries back to his fish station, but he's not alone. [Gordon is cooking the scallops]
Tommy: (interview) I get back and Chef's making the scallops for me, and I'm like, waiting for him to get out of the way, and I didn't want to interrupt him or ask him.
Gordon: One minute to the window, scallops.
Tommy: (interview) Gordon Ramsay's in the kitchen.
Gordon: [looks around, sees Tommy standing next to him] So are you gonna watch me? Chef, I put them!
Tommy: Chef. Can I take over?
Gordon: Can you take over?
Tommy: Yes, I got it, chef! I got it!
Gordon: TELL ME, THEN!
Tommy: I have it--I have it right now!
Gordon: LET'S GO, THEN!
Tommy: All right. (interview) Yeah, it's kinda fun yelling at Chef. I wouldn't say it's even yet...but, maybe it's like this [raises his right hand and lowers his left hand].
Gordon: [returns to the pass] Fucking bozo.

Narrator: While Tommy finishes what Chef Ramsay stared, over in the red kitchen...
Elise: Vegetarian cap(pellini). [brings to the pass]
Narrator: Elise is ready to impress with her next oyster dish.
Gordon: Let's go! [Elise brings her oysters to the pass; they're overcooked] Oh, come on. In fact, you tell me, chef. Are they overcooked?
Elise: [after touching oyster dish] Yes they are, chef.
Gordon: Come here you, GET OUT! Hey! Do you know what? You don't care.
Elise: I do care!
Gordon: Look! Come here! Look, look! They're like bullets! Look at the water. Look at-You're going to say-You're going to say they're fresh and delicious?
Elise: No, chef.
Gordon: Yeah. Take that. [hands Elise the oyster dish] Take that. Fuck off out of here. Eat them! Enjoy your dinner! Nice romantic plate of oysters for a little superstar!
Elise: (interview, groans)
Gordon: (to Elise) Bon appétit, princess!
Elise: (interview) I'm pissed, I'm embarrassed. The only way to get worse is if I don't have a chance to redeem myself, because I know I can fucking do it.

[After dinner service, Gordon speaks to both teams]
Gordon: Elise... no concentration, a lack of respect, and between you and Jennifer, two of you on appetisers!
Elise: And when I offered to take leadership, what did she (Jennifer) say? "No, I got this. I got this, I got this!" And nobody had it.
Jennifer: You know what, Elise? How many appetizers did I get out that didn't get sent back? Let's think about that answer.
Elise: Yeah, whatever.
Jennifer: Okay.
Elise: Whatever.
Jennifer: Exactly, whatever.
Elise: Whatever!
Gordon: Jamie, I'm worried because unfortunately, whether you like it or not, your performance is actually getting worse. Elizabeth, I don't know when you're going to come out, but HURRY UP! Carrie, I'm fed up with your arrogance, I'm fed up with your attitude. You're not even a chef! You didn't know you burnt the bass!
Carrie: I would've never served it if I saw that, chef! I do have passion, I am a talented chef!
Gordon: Yeah? Fucking sandwich girl!
Carrie: I'm not just some fucking pantry girl!
Gordon: Clearly, the winning team is the blue team! [Natalie sighs in relief] Ladies, get upstairs to the dorm, and come to a consensus of which two should be up for elimination. Get lost!

[The red team return to the dorms and argue over who should be nominated]
Jennifer: I am so pissed right now! I am, like, livid!
Elise: So, who's going up?
Jennifer: Well, I would say Carrie
Carrie: 'Cause I fucked up on a piece of fish.
Jamie: No, for arguing with Chef Ramsay.
Carrie: You're actually mad at me, 'cause I didn't wanna go?
Jennifer: If he kicks you out, you get the fuck out! You don't fucking argue with him!!
Carrie: I'm sorry that I like to fight for my position! [gets up and tries to leave]
Jennifer: [gets in front of Carrie] You fight now! You get your ass up there and you fucking fight!
Carrie: I am gonna fight!
Jennifer: You don't fight with him!
Carrie: (interview) I mean, I knew they were gonna choose me. I'm just ready to go up there and tell Chef Ramsay I deserve to be here. I want to be here. [to Elise] Well, obviously I'm going up.

Episode Ten [9.10][edit]

[During the blind taste test, Will and Elizabeth failed to identify anything correctly and are down to the last ingredient]
Narrator: Will and Elizabeth are both over three, and their last shot at redemption lies with...
Gordon: Mushy peas. [spoon feeds Elizabeth and Will] It's on the menu.
Elizabeth: Uh... um... I don't know. Um...um–uh... I–I don't–Um... [Gordon starts laughing] I don't know. Um, I don't know.
[Elise and Carrie both laugh while Paul throws his hands up]
Paul: (interview, eyes closed) "I don't know. I don't know. Um, I don't know! I don't know! I don't know!"
Elizabeth: I don't know! I don't know, uh... Fuck! FUCK! I–I have no fucking idea! Um, uh...
Paul: (interview) Please! Just answer the guy so we can go on, please!
Elizabeth: I'll–I'll say anything. Spinach.
[Everyone starts smiling and laughing hysterically]
Jennifer: (interview) Oh... Elizabeth, Elizabeth, Elizabeth.
Gordon: Will?
Will: Mushy peas.
Paul: Yes!
Will: (interview, deadpan) I got one point. Whoopty-fucking-doo. [to Tommy] That sucked. That was so hard. (interview) I'm just friggin' pissed that I missed things that I missed.
[Later, Jennifer and Paul also struggle to identify anything]
Gordon: Pecans. Paul?
Paul: Walnut. [Gordon sighs]
Jennifer: (interview) Chef Ramsay put nuts in my mouth! [to Gordon] Walnuts.
Gordon: Guys! [feeds Jennifer and Paul the last ingredient...] Cheddar cheese.
Paul: Parm(esan).
Will: [to Paul] I'm pulling your Italian card!
Jennifer: Cheddar cheese.
Elise: YAY!
Will: Fuck! (interview) I knew she was gonna get Cheddar cheese. She's from New England, whatever. You guys put Cheddar cheese on apple pie, so... [shrugs]

[During the blue team's grape peeling punishment]
Tommy: Hey, what do you guys call a purple gorilla?
Natalie and Will: What?
Tommy: A grape ape. [Will chuckles]
Natalie: I'm gonna go crazy.
Tommy: Grape jokes! So many grape jokes! [Natalie laughs]
Will: [to Tommy] Are you serious right now, bro?
Tommy: Why?
Will: Natalie's gonna fucking snap if you tell one more grape joke, bro.
Natalie: [laughs] I'm gonna kill you!
Paul: (interview; with a deep funny voice) Hey, guys! This is grape! Hey-o! [laughs then groans in frustration]
Tommy: If you hold on a second, uh... you know, I think my brain will work if I have "grape" expectations.
Natalie: I'm so tired!
[Paul, Will, and Tommy laugh]
Natalie: (interview) Please say one more damn grape joke. Please do it. because, I'm going to fucking choke you!
Tommy: Natalie, I feel like after my jokes, I've lost all ap-peel to you.
[Everyone except Natalie laughs]
Natalie: (interview; softly) Oh, my God. [Natalie has enough] I am tired of these stupid fucking grapes. [throws the grapes away]
Paul: Calm down, Natalie.
Natalie: You know why? Because I'm not peeling any more grapes, this is the stupidest shit, and I'm not doing it... [throws grapes on the floor]
Paul: [chuckles] What the fuck are you doing?!
[Tommy, Will, and Paul all laugh]
Natalie: (interview, smiles and says nothing)
[Natalie calms down]
Paul and Will: Do you feel better?
Natalie: [calmed] I feel better.
Tommy: Oh, that was grape.
Natalie: [throwing grapes at Tommy] Tommy, I'm... I'm going to kill you. [Tommy starts laughing]

Gordon: Natalie, New York strip!
Natalie: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Come on, then! Hurry up! [Natalie's pan suddenly catches on fire] Jeez, what's going on? Natalie, stop!
Paul: Fire, fire!
Gordon: STOP!! Stop! That means STOP!! [to Natalie] Stand back! SHIT! FUCK! [picks up flaming pan and puts it in sink] WHY ARE WE OUT OF CONTROL?!
Natalie: I don't know, chef.
Paul: (interview) It's not even funny anymore! It's infuriating! There was four things on the menu, and not one hot appetizer. Everything should've just flowed tonight.
Gordon: STOP! Clear down!
Natalie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Switch off!
Will: (interview, groans) This sucks.
Gordon: Ninety minutes, gone! Time-out! [counts remaining tickets at the pass] One, two, three, four, five. Five tables not fucking served.

[Gordon checks on mashed potatoes brought up by Carrie]
Gordon: What the fuck? [returns to the workstation] All of you, just stop! Come here.
Elise: Uh-oh.
Gordon: [sees Carrie still doing her garnishes] Oh, my God. Look, she's so fucking rude.
Carrie: I'm not rude, chef.
Gordon: Put your fucking pan down. [gets a spoonful] That's burnt! [angrily slams the pan upside down]
Carrie: I got more potatoes coming right now, chef.
Jennifer: Come on, Carrie!
Elise: (interview) Garnish was slow as hell today. Stuff was not coming off.
Gordon: [throws the spoonful on the workstation] SHIT!!
Carrie: I have more potatoes coming right now.
Gordon: It's like a fucking bullet!

[Both teams failed to serve all their tables during service]
Gordon: Customers left hungry. They didn't get fed! This is the worst any group of chefs have performed at this stage in this competition. Tommy, you buried your head in your station, you ignored your team. It's like you have a barrier! Elise, you have a bright future in this industry... as a customer! Your biggest problem is you can't work with a team.
Elise: That's not true, I have been trying to work with my team since I got here! [Carrie shakes her head]
Gordon: How many people on The Red Team think Elise is a unique, dynamic team player, then?
Jennifer: I think she's an individual, I'll say it.
Gordon: More concerned about her little world!
Elise: [over Gordon speaking] Was I an individual when I went up and read the tickets for everybody? [Carrie sighs in disbelief] Was I an individual then? [bangs the work surface] When no one else would step up, and I did?! Was I an individual then?!
Carrie: One time, Elise!
Elise: Oh, I take constructive criticism!
Jennifer: SHUT UP! MY FUCKING TURN! [Will shakes his head] That's the problem, no one fucking listens! [Paul gives off a shocked look]
Gordon: [rubbing his eyes] Oh, dear. So tonight, the winning team is... none of you!

Episode Eleven [9.11][edit]

Gordon: Two entrée: one New York strip, one wellington!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!
Will: One minute, Tommy! You got thirty seconds, homeboy!
Tommy: Alright.
Scott Leibfried: Tommy, put the onions on a towel when they come out of the fucking fryer!
Tommy: I am. I am, I know.
Scott Leibfried: PUT 'EM ON THE TOWEL!
Tommy: (interview) Chef Scott yells at me all the time. I think he thinks I'm an idiot.
Scott Leibfried: I swear to God, I will fucking beat you with that thing!
Tommy: (interview) But I'm not gonna argue. You know, it's his job to be an angry dictator. [to himself while walking up to the pass] That's how I want it. (interview) I know how to cook an onion ring.
Gordon: [checks onion rings brought by Tommy] Oh my God!
Scott Leibfried: I've been telling him (Tommy) all night to put it on a towel as soon as it comes out of the fryer. Just doesn't want to do it.
Gordon: [to Tommy] Hey, look. Onion ring. Onion ring, like a handful of onion worms! Soggy!
Tommy: I'll fire another one right now, chef.

[On the red team, Elizabeth struggles to cook sea bass correctly]
Gordon: What happened to them? [walks back to workstation] Elizabeth! Yeah, come here, you! [to Jennifer] And you! Touch that there. Hold on a minute, look. Hold on, look. Look at that! [to Elizabeth] Why are you doing this to yourself?! It's dry!
Elizabeth: Sorry, chef. (interview) I felt going into dinner service that I was going to do a really good job. I'm going through the motions of sucking! It's like this weird zombie person took over Elizabeth!
Gordon: Look at the state of you! You're looking frazzled! Two bass, how long?!
Jennifer: Talk to him!
Elizabeth: Uh... Yes, I'll be four minutes on this cod, chef.
Gordon: That's a bass in your pan!
Elizabeth: [quickly] I'm sorry! I'm sorry, chef! I'm sorry, chef! I'm sorry, chef! It's my fault, chef! I'm very sorry, chef! [Gordon looks at her in disbelief] I'm sorry, chef!
Gordon: Hey, come here. Come here. Hey, hey, hey...
Elizabeth: I'm sorry that I'm freaking out. I called the cod, bass!
Gordon: Come here a minute. Time-out.
[Elise and Jennifer see Gordon lead Elizabeth into the pantry]
Jennifer: (interview) Oh, my God. Elizabeth, like, I don't know what you need to do, but you need to fucking wake up.
Elizabeth: I'm sorry, chef!
Gordon: Come here, madam!
Elizabeth: No, I'm fine right here!
Gordon: Look at me! Talk to me!
Elizabeth: I–I'm–I'm already...
Gordon: Talk to me! [closes pantry door]
Elizabeth: I just–
Gordon: You don't know the difference between a cod and a bass?
Elizabeth: [tearful] I don't like to fuck up. I feel like I've been fucking up too much tonight. It's like the beginning.
Gordon: There's nothing wrong! We're just dragging two bass!
Elizabeth: Okay, I will calm down and I will be smooth for the rest of service. (interview) I feel like I'm losing my fucking mind!
Gordon: You're frazzled, yeah?! Big, deep breath and come back!

Gordon: [sees four wellingtons at the pass that are badly cut] Oh, come on. What is that? Elise! All of you, come here! [picks up wellington tray] Who chewed that?! [to Elise] That's what you presented me!
Elise: They were falling apart, chef. I'm sorry.
Gordon: Fuck off, Elise! Start again! Hey, you. Bring me that tray here. All of you, come here.
Jennifer: Yes, chef.
Gordon: She's (Elise) complaining they're falling apart. When you score pastry that deep with a sharp knife, it falls apart.
Elise: (interview) I'm not gonna just sit there and take the blame myself. I have to do something.
Gordon: How many of these have you screwed?
Elise: Chef, I did not score the first tray.
Gordon: So who scored them, then?
Elise: Tommy did.
Gordon: Now you're blaming Tommy?
Elise: I'm just saying that I didn't score the first tray!
Gordon: Go over there and fucking tell him then. [hands wellington tray to Elise] I want to see what you say to him. Come here, you.
Jennifer: (interview) The problem with Elise is she never admits that she's wrong. She always blames someone else.

[Gordon leads Elise into the blue kitchen to confront Tommy about the wellingtons]
Elise: I'm telling the truth, chef.
Gordon: Tommy! She's got something to tell you!
Elise: That first tray of wellingtons that you basted and scored, they all fell apart. Did you or did you not score the first tray of wellingtons?
Tommy: [pause] No. (interview) She's crazy. Don't come over bitching to me, coming into my kitchen when we're working. I didn't even score the damn thing. [to Elise] I did not score them! I brushed them with butter!
Elise: [points at workstation] Tommy scored right over there in front of me...
Tommy: I didn't score the damn thing!
Elise: ...before service and scored and basted them!
Tommy: No, I did not score them and I'm not lying! Play the replay!
[Flashback to service prep, where Tommy tells Elise he will only wrap the pastry around the wellingtons]
Tommy: [to Elise] Hope you don't do a polygraph! I'm telling you the damn truth!
Elise: Yeah! [walks back to the red kitchen]
Will: If he scored them, why wouldn't he have scored ours?
Paul: Why didn't he score ours?
Will: No! Learn to slice a wellington!
Paul: (interview) Yo, that's some booty-ass shit, man! That girl was coming over there fucking trying to blame us 'cause she can't cut wellingtons! Man up! Own up to your mistakes!
Elise: Fucking pissed about these wellingtons!
Gordon: Elise, do you know the biggest problem with you? Yourself. Who are you going to blame? Carrie?! Krupa?! Jamie?!

[Elise brings her meat to the pass]
Gordon: Unbelievable. [returns to the workstation] Hey, stop! This is ridiculous!
Jennifer: Oh, my God. We're so going to get thrown out again.
Gordon: [to Elise] Is this the one you sliced?
Elise: Yes, chef. [touches the meat]
Gordon: It's dry. What are you doing? You've been to New York, you've had your hands on the prize. This like night one in here.
Elise: No, chef.
Gordon: And you, Elizabeth. You can't time and you can't talk to anybody. You've given up over there.
Elizabeth: No, chef. No, chef.
Gordon: [calling Elise and Elizabeth out of the kitchen] You and you, fuck off out of here. Get out! Take that with you, just leave me alone. Get out of here, both of you! Fuck off up to the dorm... [Elise kicks the bin out of anger; to Elise] Hey, you! Pick that fucking thing up! You want to serve shit, overcooked meat, now start kicking the bin! Wow! Un-fucking-believable! GET OUT! FUCK OFF! Pathetic! Embarrassing!

Gordon: Natalie was lucky enough to get to see BLT Steak in New York. She may get to see it again... as a customer.

Episode Twelve [9.12][edit]

[Gordon checks on the Red Team's capellini]
Jennifer: [to Elise] Elise, give your opinion.
Elise: It looks good.
Gordon: [finds that two of the plates have different amount of lobster] "It looks good?" "It's looks good?!" [gets two plates from the pass] Look at this one with four little bits of lobster on. Twelve on there, five on there! LOOK AT THAT TO THAT!!! DAMN!! [pounds the counter; throws his spoon away] I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! COME ON!!
Elise: Jennifer, what do you want me to do?
Jennifer: What the hell is wrong with you guys?! Are you trying to sabotage me?! [pause] I fucking helped both of you!
Elise: What do you want me to do?! (interview) Why would I try to sabotage? I didn't have to sabotage! Jen's fucking up so bad on her own! [to Jennifer] Do you want me to put this up there?
Jennifer: Yes!
Elise: Okay! Well, you have to give me direction! Like, you're just...
Jennifer: You know what, Elise? Back off!

[Gordon checks on the Red Team's apples]
Gordon: [slicing the apples] The apples are raw. Just touch that inside. [Elise touches the apples] Fuck off, will you? CAN WE GET THE APPLES BACK IN THE PAN?!!
Jennifer: (interview) I had Elise cook one fucking pan of apples, and it's raw. This fucking bitch will do anything to get rid of fucking me. Anything!
Gordon: You (Jennifer) put them on, you (Elizabeth) put them on, not one of you can tell her (Elise) they're undercooked. You don't care for each other!
Jennifer: [tearfully] I worked fucking hard with them for them, I make sure you guys are fucking great!
Elise: I did exactly what you told me to do.
Jennifer: Elise!
Elise: Are you serious?
Jennifer: Yeah, this is for the whole mashed potato thing. You know what, Elise? You're petty as you can be. You know what? I kept my mouth shut for a long time, I'm not keeping it shut anymore. War's on!
Elise: WHAT?!
Jennifer: [brings her apples to the pass; to Elise] I don't need your help. Thank you.
Elise: I'm going to help anyway.
Jennifer: I–I really don't want it.
Elise: (interview) Is that how it's going to be? Jen's blaming me trying to make me look bad. She's going to regret not making a friend in me.
Gordon: [to the servers] Go, please! [throws his apron on the counter out of disappointment] Anything to say?!
Jennifer: We suck, yes.

[After the service in which the Blue Team had clearly won and were rewarded with black jackets]
Gordon: [to the Red Team after they lost the night's service] The only thing I can say to all three of you is get ready to plea for your lives! Because tonight, all three of you can be leaving this competition. Now, FUCK OFF!!

Gordon: Tonight was all about charity in Hell's Kitchen and after watching Elizabeth's performance, I'm now ready to donate her jacket to a worthy cause.

Episode Thirteen [9.13][edit]

Elise: Hope you all brought sunglasses, because we're going to shine.
Tennille: No, I just brought body bags.

[Elise gets angry with the other contestants while they create their menu]
Elise: If I feel like everybody's ideas ain't being considered, then we're gonna start nixing ideas. 'Cause no person here is gonna dominate, because this is a team effort!
Paul: Look, we're making tuna tartare!
Elise: You are! [to Paul and Will] Everything that you guys say, I've noticed you two try to stick with! Anything that I'm saying...
Paul: You wanted tuna tartare!
Elise: ...you don't want!
Paul: You want tuna tartare?
Will: [to Elise] You can't say that at all, girl! You got your risotto up on the board!
Elise: No! [points at Tommy] That's his risotto! I said lemon parm! I didn't say thyme!

Tommy: What do guys think of that wasabi-crusted tuna?
Elise: No, I don't like it.
Will: I think the tuna tartare idea was a good idea.
Tommy: I do, too.
Will: [to Elise] You brought it up.
Elise: I said tuna tartare, and he (Tommy) completely dominated everything I was saying. I didn't even get to finish my thought!
Paul: [points at Tommy] He said tuna tartare with avocado!
Will: So, finish your thought. Tuna tartare with—
Elise: What's the point?!
Will: Because we're here to listen!
Elise: No, you're not listening! Because I've thrown out so many ideas...
Will: I'm sitting here, telling you!
Elise: ...and all of y'all are saying, "No!"
Jennifer: You know what? You need to chill right now! Seriously, we all just need to chill.
Paul: Elise, what kind of tartare...
Elise: It's not your menu, it's not Will's menu. It's the black team's menu!
Jennifer: SHUT UP! [to Elise] You need to sit down for a minute!
Elise: You let me say what I wanna say! You're not my mother! I can say what I need to say! I'm not fucking cooking Will's menu, I'm not fucking cooking Paul's menu!
Jennifer: You all need to calm down!
Elise: This is not Red Team, Blue Team! This is Black Team!
Will: NO!! I'm sick of this!
Elise: Me too!
Will: This is exactly what I was talking about when I said that we didn't want the Red Team's bullshit coming over here! [to Elise] You had to have been the problem.
Elise: Whatever.
Will: You had to have been the problem on the Red Team.
Elise: I'm not the problem because I'm still here!
Will: Look, my reason–
Elise: No! You're trying to overstep, and try to—
Will: I'm not overstepping you!
Elise: You fucking came out here...
Will: Give me the marker. Just write "Elise's Menu" on top. You do what you wanna do.
Elise: No! No! Why don't we write "Blue Team Menu!"
Tommy: [to Elise] If you want to make the whole menu, go ahead. But I'm gonna vote you out if we lose.
Will: I'm done. I'm done, I'm not dealing with this. I'm done. I'm gonna go home right now!
Elise: So?
Jennifer: Will! [sees Will about to walk out] Please come back!
Will: For what reason?!
Elise: Please stop the dramatics, Jennifer! It's annoying!
Paul: Just–Oh my God, Elise!
Elise: Oh, please! Oh, please!
Will: [walks upstairs to the bedroom] This is some bullshit!
Jennifer: No, please! Will!
Paul: Oh, my God!
Elise: Buh-bye! If he wants to act like that about it, then fine. It's less competition. I don't tolerate disrespect!
Will: (interview) There's just something about Elise that lights my fuse. But I can here to win, I gotta stay focused on the prize. And if it entails me having to remove myself from the situation, that's what I need to do.

Episode Fourteen [9.14][edit]

[Jennifer has a communication breakdown with Elise over improperly timing their salmon]
Gordon: [to Jennifer] Where are you going?
Jennifer: [points at Elise] I'm waiting on her.
Elise: For a change!
Jennifer: Oh!
Tommy: Guys, don't start arguing. Please.
Paul: Are you fucking kidding me?!
Elise: You called me, two scallops!
Jennifer: Yeah, you know what?
Tommy: IT DOESN'T MATTER, ALRIGHT?! In real life, when a restaurant stops serving, everyone gets fucking fired!!
Gordon: Oh, my God.
Will: [to Jennifer and Elise] Guys, just get the food out! You guys can wrestle later on.
Gordon: So how long, then?!
Elise: [to Jennifer] How long do you need?
Jennifer: I'm waiting on you!
Gordon: Oh, my God!
Jennifer: I'm waiting on scallops! I told you that two minutes ago!
Elise: I'm working on the scallops right now!
Jennifer: [to Gordon at the pass] Right behind.
[Gordon checks the risotto then starts walking back to the workstation]
Elise: Uh-oh.
Will: Oh, guys! Guys!
Gordon: Hey. Hey, guys. My fucking risotto's burnt at the bottom. [angrily taps pan with spoon]
Jennifer: Fuck me!
Gordon: Yeah, fuck off. [wipes risotto off his hands with towel]
Will: (interview) Putting up rice in a burnt pan, that's like day one. And the thing that really pissed me off was, like... I thought Jen was gonna be the girl that came over here to push me to be better.

Gordon: SALMON!
Elise: Salmon walking, chef!
Gordon: [flips over and separates salmon] Fucking useless. [to Elise] Hey, you. Hey, come here, you. [to Paul] You, come here. Is that what you presented to me?
Paul: No, chef.
Gordon: [shows burnt bottoms of the salmon] Is that what the best dish of the day was?!
Paul: (interview) It's definitely not my dish, the one that I made today. It's not that at all! It's an over-fucking-cooked piece of salmon!
Gordon: Look at the state of that! Dry as FUCK! [bangs spoon on workstation; to Sous Chef Scott] Send the meat, please, Scott.

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Elise; after finding out that it's raw, he has finally had it with the final five]
Gordon: [returns to the workstation] All of you, stop. [throws his spoon away] Just fucking stop, all of you! [to Elise] Come here, you. Put your finger in there. [Elise puts her finger inside the salmon] Not pink, raw! I'm done! [to the other chefs] Leave me alone. All of you, fuck off out of here! All of you! Get out, please! Just FUCK OFF! Enough is enough!
Paul: (interview) We are the final five black coats! And I'm getting kicked out of a fucking service! [pause] No, not cool!
Scott Leibfried: Am I finishing?
Gordon: Put them back in the pan, yeah?
Scott Leibfried: Yeah, I'll finish this.
Gordon: Can you get Andi to bring Paul and Will back?
Scott Leibfried: Yes.
Gordon: I mean, how shit can three individuals (Jennifer, Tommy, and Elise) be?
[Sous Chef Andi walks outside the kitchen to the patio]
Andi: Will, Paul, come with me.
[Will and Paul put their aprons back on and follow Andi back into the kitchen]
Paul: (interview) The greatest pick-me-up you can ever have in your life, to have Chef Gordon Ramsay...
Gordon: Let's go, Paul! Let's go, Will, please!
Paul: Yes, chef! (interview) ...say, "You know what? It wasn't you, go finish what you started!"
Gordon: Two salmon, one dragging, yes?
Will: Yes, chef.

[After the end of service, in which Elise, Jennifer and Tommy were sent out of the kitchen]
Tommy: Chef? I got to ask you something. Why did you send me out of the kitchen? I wanted to be back in there with my team. I should not have had to fucking leave tonight, and I could have fucking held it down and fixed it! I'm so fucking mad!
Gordon: Fuck off, Tommy! Because I'll stick your fucking head in that oven, and I'll talk to you through the fucking gas burner.
Tommy: Do it.
Gordon: [pause] Please don't rub any more salt in the wound!

[Jennifer and Elise are nominated for elimination for the second time in a row]
Gordon: Right now, I have a big issue. I have a chef that can't shut the fuck up... and I have a chef that can't fucking talk! Paul! Who is the weakest chef?!
Paul: Ugh! [pause] Um...
Gordon: PAUL!
Paul: Son of a bitch.
Gordon: Honestly?! [sees Will raise his hand] Will?
Will: Solely based on cooking, chef...
Gordon: Pure cooking?!
Will: ...I think Elise is a stronger cook than Jennifer.
Jennifer: Are you fucking serious?! You are kidding me!
Elise: It's the truth! The truth hurts!
Will: [to Jennifer] I'm not saying you can't cook!
Gordon: Paul! Do you have a pair of balls?!
Paul: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Then fucking use them! WHO'S THE WORST COOK?!
Paul: Jennifer, chef.
Gordon: Thank you!
Jennifer: You are fucking kidding me!
Paul: I just–I'm being honest!
Jennifer: You know what? You better hope I fucking go home!
Gordon: Tommy! Do you have a ball bag?!
Tommy: Uh, yeah, it's still here. Uh... nothing personal, but, I have to say it's Elise.
Jennifer: Someone that's fucking honest.
Elise: No, it's not honest. It's real!
Jennifer: [to Elise] Someone who's not fucking afraid of you!
Elise: Wha–?! They're not afraid of me! They're not afraid of me! It's the truth!
Jennifer: Wow.
Elise: It's the truth.
Jennifer: That's fucked.
Elise: It's the truth!
Gordon: ENOUGH'S ENOUGH! The person leaving Hell's Kitchen... Jennifer. [Jennifer shakes her head] Darling, come here. The heart is amazing, the palate is extraordinary. I just don't think you're ready to run a team. You're a lady, and you don't like fighting.
Jennifer: No, I fight. I just–I want a foot against [turns head to look at Paul and Will] these fucking two schmucks right now. I wanna show them where I fucking stand. I can't believe you two would actually sit here and say that she (Elise) is better than me!
Elise: I am!
Jennifer: I have a fucking better palate, and I can cook way better than you!
Elise: You didn't show it in the challenge!
Jennifer: What?!
Paul: Elise! Elise!
Will: No, that's totally the wrong way to go about it.
Paul: You're going about this all wrong!
Elise: Okay.
Will: Totally the wrong way.
Gordon: [to Jennifer] Thank you. Please give me your jacket.
Jennifer: Thank you, chef.
Gordon: Thank you, darling. [shakes Jennifer's hand] Good night.
[The remaining four chefs clap for Jennifer as she walks out]
Elise: Keep your head up, Jennifer!
Jennifer: [flips Elise off] Fuck you. (interview) You know, I'm tired of being second best. I wanted to be the best, that's why I came here. You know, to make it this far in Hell's Kitchen, I proved to myself that I can cook. That's the only good thing right now. They get to deal with Elise. I have more passion and more heart than any of these schmucks. They're lucky I'm gone, 'cause I would've kicked all their asses, because I can fucking cook.

Episode Fifteen/Sixteen [9.15/16] (Two Hour Finale)[edit]

Gordon: [to finalists Paul and Will as they walk into their Final Challenge] Remember when I told you that you weren't stars?
Paul and Will: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Now you are! Enjoy the moment!

[Will and Paul pull a ribbon to open a giant present box where the previously eliminated contestants were hiding in. Tommy flashes them as the other contestants cheer them on.]
Paul: Oh, that's Tommy's ass! (interview) All of the past contestants... and Tommy's ass.

[Unused footage shown during the credits]
Tommy: Can I buy something for my lady?
Gordon: Focus on you, Tommy. Don't worry about your lady.
Tommy: Right. All right.
Gordon: Let her graduate from high school, then you can worry about some dresses.
[Paul and Will laugh]
Tommy: Aw, come on! Really, man? Really?
[Gordon laughs]

[Unused footage shown during the credits]
Gordon: Tommy, how was it?
Tommy: I ended up going to get something for my lady.
Gordon: Oh, really? How nice.
Tommy: Yeah.
Gordon: Where did you go? Toys "R" Us?
Tommy: Hey! I can't-- It's not gonna stop!
[Everybody starts laughing]
Gordon: Baby Gap? How was it?
Tommy: It's not gonna stop, is it, 'til I go home?

Gordon: Paul won tonight because he's probably the most passionate, determined chef ever to enter Hell's Kitchen. He'll make a great head chef because his enthusiasm is contagious. I'm so proud to hand him over to BLT Steak in New York City.

Gordon: [to Elise during the celebration] Get out there and continue, all right? Take this and run with it and really go with it. I mean, seriously. Just stop being such a bitch!