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Hell's Kitchen (uncensored)

For the censored version of the same series, see Hell's Kitchen.

Hell's Kitchen is a cooking reality show where Chef Gordon Ramsay puts aspiring chefs through different challenges and dinner services to decide who is the best. This is the uncensored international version which is available on DVD and broadcast in Canada, Australia and the United Kingdom.

Season 1Edit

Episode One [1.01]Edit

Elsie: [about Chef Ramsay] He's like the Simon Cowell of the kitchen.
Jessica: He's worse than Simon Cowell.

Narrator: The time has come for the competitors' first encounter with Chef Ramsay and his legendary high standards. They have no idea what they're in for.

[Signature dishes]
Gordon: I'm Gordon Ramsay, welcome to Hell's Kitchen. (on Andrew's dish) Whose is this?
Andrew: Andrew, Chef Ramsay.
Gordon: Andrew, step forward. And what is it?
Andrew: It's called Andrew's Absolute Penne.
Gordon: Andrew's Absolute Penne?
Andrew: Correct.
Gordon: (takes a taste of the dish and spits it out) That is absolute dog shit. Have a little taste.
Andrew: (tastes the dish) Could use some salt.
Gordon: You think you're smart, do you?
Andrew: I have my moments.
Gordon: And how long have you been cooking?
Andrew: About ten years.
Gordon: What a waste of ten years. Get back in fucking line.

Gordon: (After tasting Ralph's dish) And what position are you?
Ralph: I'm the number one.
Gordon: You're the number one? With that shit? Back in line.

Gordon: First name?
Dewberry: Dewberry.
Gordon: Blueberry?
Dewberry: Dewberry.
Gordon: Oh, DEWberry. Bloody hell, I'm not sure which is worse.

Narrator: Now the red kitchen's first entrées are about to go out. All that's left is a piece of salmon from the most experienced chef on the red team.
Gordon: Chris.
Chris: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here. You're an executive chef right?
Chris: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What do you think of that?
Chris: It's a little fucked up chef.
Gordon: (slams the fish in Chris' chest) There you go. Sorry. I told you fucking earlier. Hello? And you knew it's fucked up.
Chris: You're right chef.
Gordon: And an executive chef doesn't serve shit like that do they?
Chris: I apologize, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, you apologize. Don't you DO it again! Okay?
Chris: I'll start it again chef. (interview) I haven't gotten where I am today without having skills. I think Gordon recognizing talent is going to come with time.
Gordon: Send the whole fucking table back. The executive chef has just sent me an overcooked piece of shit. (interview) Chris has a huge chip on his shoulder. He's an executive chef which basically means you sit on your arse all day long. And clearly he's been doing that for the last ten years.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Jimmy]

Gordon: Jimmy, come here. (shows to Jimmy that the lamb was mangled) What have you done to that? Does that look good to you?
Jimmy: No, chef.
Gordon: So if it doesn't look good to you, why are you serving it to me? That looks like a dog dinner. And you want me to serve that in there? And you want to walk away winning a restaurant?
Jimmy: No, chef.
Gordon: (slams the lamb into Jimmy's whites) Fuck yourself. Get in the bin. Get that shit out of there. How can you do that? What do we talked about standards? What do we say about when it is not right?
Jimmy: If it doesn't look right, it doesn't go out.
Gordon: So you want that to go out?
Jimmy: No, chef.
Gordon: Is that your best shot?
Jimmy: No, chef.
Gordon: And what are you going to think of me tomorrow morning if you watched me serve that? You're going to think I'm the biggest arsehole in America, aren't you?
Jimmy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And you expect me to serve that?
Jimmy: No, chef.
Gordon: For as long as I'm alive, big boy. I'll never going to serve that shit! (interview) My reputation's on the line. And I didn't come here to America to look second-best. (to Jimmy) Start it again!!

Andrew: How does this look, Chef Ramsay?
Gordon: What do you mean "How does this look?" Hey, Andrew, get out the habit. Come here you. I'm not going to run to you, I'm trying to run the hotplate here so would you be so kind to come and talk to me. Is that clear?
Andrew: (interview) I firmly believe that Chef Ramsay just doesn't like me.
Andrew: Is this acceptable chef?
Gordon: Yeah, listen to me. Did you hear my fucking question?
Andrew: Yes.
Gordon: Answer it! Okay?!
Andrew: Yes.
Gordon: Good, now what are you saying?
Andrew: I'm asking you if this looks acceptable.
Gordon: Right, get on the hotplate.
Andrew: (interview) You want to pick on me? Pick on me! I don't give a shit!
Gordon: And you think every time you want to ask me a question, fat fuck, that I'm going to run over there and talk to you while I'm trying to run the kitchen. You fucking come to me! Is that clear?
Andrew: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Now what was the question?
Andrew: Is this acceptable to you?
Gordon: I'll let you know. Now, fuck off! (interview) Andrew likes to learn the hard way. Kitchens are run on emotions. I may get upset. But the most important thing is, it's not personal.

Lady: Chef? Mr. Chef?
Gordon: Yes ladies?
Lady: You hurt my friend's feelings.
Gordon: I hurt your friend's feelings.
Lady: Yes, she's very upset
Gordon: Why?
Lady: Because you told her to fuck off.
Gordon: Oh really? Did I?
Lady: Yeah you did.
Gordon: Could you tell her that I meant it?
Lady: Yeah, I'll tell her.
Gordon: Jean-Philippe, s'il vous plait? Can you take these two ladies please back to plastic surgery?

[After a dismal opening night, Chef Ramsay has had it]

Gordon: Blue team, stop what you're doing. Stop what you're doing. Forget it. (crosses over to the red kitchen) Red team?
Red team: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Switch it off. I'm shutting down the kitchen. I'm so pissed off, I'm not prepared to see any more fucking food coming out. SHUT IT DOWN!

Gordon: Jeff, your performance as a waiter? Nobody liked you. In fact, two out of three of your tables walked out early.
Jeff: It was just a horrific, horrific experience.
Gordon: And you want to win your own restaurant?

Episode Two [1.02]Edit

Gordon: (interview) You can't have the meat standing there or the fish sat there waiting for the vegetables. Why should everything else suffer?

[A man comes up to the hot plate]
Gordon: You're waiting on a wellington and one bass yes? Well I'm deeply, deeply, deeply sorry but right now we're about seven tables behind.
Man: That doesn't do much for me.
Gordon: Yeah right can I just say you do fuck all for me either.
Man: Sorry?
Gordon: You do nothing for me either.
Man: I just don't understand why it's so difficult to serve some people their food.
Gordon: Are you that arrogant? You haven't got a clue of what's going on behind me?
Man: It seems like you have a lot of amateur sous chefs.
Gordon: Right. Finally your head's coming outside your arsehole. Now sit down, you fucking dick! What an arsehole!
Narrator: Nothing upsets Chef Ramsay more than when customers come to the kitchen.

Gordon: Away now, two cod, two wellington. (gets no response from Dewberry) Away now, two cod, two wellington.
Dewberry: Yes, chef.
Gordon: How long?
Dewberry: 12 minutes.
Gordon: 12 minutes? Show me your wellington's rested.
Dewberry: I have no idea.
Gordon: What?!
Dewberry: I have no idea, I am so confused.
Gordon: Oh, my god! You don't care anymore do you?
Dewberry: At this point, no I don't.
Gordon: You're not interested anymore?
Dewberry: No.
Gordon: No, you can't cut it?
Dewberry: No I can't.
Gordon: You're useless, you know that?
Dewberry: I am. Goodbye! (starts to leave)
Gordon: Goodbye. That's it?
Chris: Dewberry!
Jeff: Dewberry! C'mon!
[Dewberry sees Elsie, and then stops by the door]
Dewberry: (interview) When I got ready to leave and I saw the look on Elsie's face, I knew I couldn't walk out.
Dewberry: (coming back) Sorry chef. I'm confused. I don't know what I'm doing.
Gordon: Thank you for coming back. You never, hello? desert your section again! You understand?
Dewberry: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You stand there like a man and you face it!
Dewberry: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Because I'm standing in front of customers taking shit because of you!
Dewberry: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Get on your section and get those wellingtons out.
Dewberry: Yes, chef.
Dewberry: (interview) He was trying to get me to understand what the shortcomings were and about staying with the team and he was trying to get me to be I guess better than I am evidently. (sheds a tear.)
Gordon: He hasn't cooked anything because he's standing there. Now he wants to run back to his mommy.

[after a disapponting performance from both teams, Chef Ramsay decided to shut the kitchen down]

Narrator: After pizza was delivered and his maître d' was assaulted, Chef Ramsay has seen enough.
Gordon: Red team, shut the place down and clean down, yeah?
Red team: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (crosses over to the blue kitchen) Last table, shut it down. Everything off, yes? Stoves off, turn it off.

Gordon: Red team, three quarters of your diners really enjoyed the appetisers but nearly half your diners didn't receive their main course. In fact, and this is a real first for me. One of your tables was so frustrated, they phoned for a fucking pizza. And guess what? They ate it and the main course still hadn't come out. That is one not to forget.

Gordon: Dewberry, You're going home for one simple reason. You're a coward. You turned your back on your team after you screwed them.

Episode Three [1.03]Edit

Gordon: Why's the spaghetti not in there yet?
Wendy: The water's not at a rolling boil.
Gordon: Not boiling? Did you top it up with cold water?
Wendy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Why did you put cold water in there?
Wendy: I thought that cold water was supposed to boil faster than hot water.
Gordon: What?!

Gordon: Jeff, one spaghetti lobster with no lobster in it. The other is loaded with lobster. Wear that one out!
(Michael steps in and splits the spaghetti lobster for Jeff)
Narrator: Chef Ramsay's addition of Michael to the red team is already paying off.
Maryann: (to Jeff) Say "Thank you Mike." Say "Thank you Mike."
Jeff: Thank you Mike. (under his breath) They're expecting too much for someone who's never been on a fucking line before.

[Jeff has been struggling throughout dinner service]
Chris: Jeff, did you hear that (last order)?
Jeff: No, I'm done man. I'm finished.
Chris: No you're not! Come back, Jeff!
Gordon: Here we go with that. Are you going to run?
Jeff: No, I'm going to stay and finish up service.
Gordon: Oh really. Why?
Jeff: Because I'm not a quitter.
Gordon: You're not a quitter. Hey, you're not a fucking cook either. (returns to the pass)
Jeff: (under his breath) You're an asshole!
Maryann: What was that? What did you just say? I want you to say it louder! I want you to say it louder, Jeff!
Gordon: Come here. What did you say?
Jeff: If you don't like me, I don't know what to tell you. You're an asshole!
Chris: That's not cool, Jeff.
Gordon: Unbelievable.
Chris: That is not fucking cool.
Jeff: (takes his jacket off and leaves the kitchen) Send my ass home. I've had enough of this shit!

Gordon: When Jeff called me an arsehole, I just had to laugh. I've been called far worse than that. Wendy, well it's about time I put you out of your misery.

Episode Four [1.04]Edit

Episode Five [1.05]Edit

Episode Six [1.06]Edit

[During the tasting challenge]
Gordon: Andrew, can you hear me, you jumped-up little politician, can you hear me? (contestants chuckle) Oh good, that's working. Jimmy, what's it like to be slim? He definitely can't hear me.
Later:
Gordon: Jimmy, don't eat my fingers.
Andrew: Feels like chicken, tastes like chicken...
Gordon: So, what is it?
Andrew: Chicken.
Jimmy: It tasted like a meat tortellini with a bit of sweated onions in the background.
Gordon: Jesus Christ! (Gordon doubles over, contestants chuckle) That was chicken, you twat!
Jimmy: Uh, okay
Elsie: Tortellini, where in the fuck does he get tortellini from?
(During the tasting of sweetbreads)
Michael: It's something awful man, something from a cow that I shouldn't be eating. It tastes like a brain or something like that. I don't know. (Gordon laughs).

[The Blue team's storeroom has been locked for tonight's service. Once they unlock it and take the chickens out, Andrew tries to tape the latch of the door right when Scott passes by.]
Scott: What are you doing? Get that fucking tape off of there. Now get the fuck back in there! You think I'm fucking stupid?! I'm not stupid like you. Come here. You fucking guys fuck it up, and you get a punishment you don't fucking break it so it works for you. You blew it, pay the consequences! Got it?
Andrew: Yes, chef.
Scott: Why don't you try being as serious as these people are on your team instead of being a jerk? (takes the chickens back into the storeroom)
Ralph: Chef, I'm going to break those down right now.
Scott: No you're not, because Andrew just ruined it for you because he was taping the door. When you need them you gotta come in here and get one.

[Ralph and Andrew are up for elimination]
Gordon: You know, from the first day I met you, Andrew, you're not the kind of arrogant, big-headed little twat that likes to be steamrollered. Now you're telling me that Ralph manipulated your dish into becoming a poached halibut?
Andrew: Chef it's, uh, like I said...
Gordon: Andrew, give me your jacket.

Episode Seven [1.07]Edit

Gordon: Jimmy, You won the challenge yesterday. You get to decide the person who will be serving the Caesar Salad and Fruit Flambe tableside.
Jimmy: Jesus.
Gordon: What's that? Uh, no.
Jimmy: He didn't make it to the final five.

Gordon: (to Jimmy)...hey, hey, listen, listen. Don't fucking start shouting your fat mouth at me. Hey, hey look at me. So I'm asking you, why you're putting the fucking fish stock on the fucking risotto?! GET IT OFF!!!

Gordon: Why isn't the fish in the pan? (no answer from Jimmy) Why isn't--
Jimmy: I'M TRYING TO FUCKING DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME!! WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO?!
Gordon: Come here you. Come here you.
Jimmy: No!
Gordon: What do you mean no?
Jimmy: I'm trying to do them in the same time.
Gordon: Just calm down. Just calm fucking down.
Jimmy: I'm trying to do them both at the same time.
Gordon: Are you about to crack?
Jimmy: No.
Gordon: Don't fucking shout at me. What are you going to do?
Jimmy: I'm going to stay and finish.
Gordon: Calm down while I'm standing here pissed off. What about those fucking customers there then?
Jimmy: I'm trying for them.
Gordon: Just talk to me properly or fuck off! Is that clear?
Jimmy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Right. Is the fish in the pan?
Jimmy: No, chef.
Gordon: Get it in the pan.
Jimmy: Yes.
Gordon: (sees Jessica's pan catching fire) Oh, fuck's sake! Jessica, what are you doing? Shut it down, yes? (the remaining chefs groaned) Yeah? (to the chefs) And I'm going to tell you why I'm going to shut it down, okay? Because two individuals let me down here tonight, you (Jimmy) are one of them and you're (Jessica) the other one. And you think that is bad, I'll tell you what, if you'll ever going to to make it. You'll have to take a lot more pressure than that. Shut it down. (to Jean-Philippe) Tell the customers, I'm closing the place down.

Episode Eight [1.08]Edit

Gordon: [Jean-Philippe enters the kitchen] Right. Hello! Come here now, yeah? Yes Elsie, you're pissed off, you should see what's going through my mind right now. [to Jean-Philippe] How many tables have walked out?
Jean-Philippe: Two tables chef.
Gordon: I'm not going to agonize the pain any longer and if you think I'm going to stand here for the next hour, busting a gut, to get the filet, to get the halibut, then to get the veg, then to get the chicken without the sauce, then to get the sauce without the chicken, BANG! I've had enough! Shut it down!

Episode Nine [1.09]Edit

Gordon: (On making a souffle) When they work, it's a dream come true. But when they don't work, it's a huge disappointment.

Ralph: (interview) When we saw these last five tickets counted down. It was like the countdown to the new millenium.

[Michael, Ralph and Jessica have successfully completed dinner service]
Gordon: Okay, well done. Bloody well done. First time ever in Hell's Kitchen, we have completed a fully booked dining room. starters, mains and desserts. You three did it. (high fives the three chefs) Team, team and team. And last night, none of us had any sleep. 24 hours virtually. And do you know the most important thing about tonight's service? Did you see any food come back?
Michael: No way.
Gordon: No. Did you see any dishes come back? No, nothing. And do you know the most exciting thing for me from a chef's point of view? Every dish looked the same. Spot on. Well done. I am a very proud man.

Episode Ten [1.10] (Two Hour Finale)Edit

[Jean Philippe and Ralph are discussing waitstaff uniforms for Ralph's restaurant.]
Ralph: Men are men and women are women and there's no reason to dress them alike.
Jean-Philippe: No... Do you want the ladies to wear some black panties?
Ralph: Excuse me? Leggings? Uh, panty hose?
Jean Philippe: Mm-hmm, you have to think about those things, I tell you.

Season 2Edit

Episode One [2.01]Edit


Virginia: It's my coconut and pomegranate root salad.
Gordon: And what's cooked on the plate?
Virginia: Hmmm.... the nuts are toasted.
Gordon: The nuts are toasted? (sarcastically)
Virginia: Yeah
Gordon: Well fuck me! We've toasted nuts for 29 minutes and then grated a coconut! (tastes her food) It's fine. (Virginia smiles) As far as rabbit food goes because it's all raw and crunchy.

[During prep, Tom is sweating into the boiled tomatoes]
Gordon: Tom!
Tom: Yes, chef?
Gordon: You're sweating in the fucking food! We're in danger of being closed down before we even open. Get it in the bin and start again.

Man: [Comes up to the hotplate] Gordon?
Gordon: Let me just serve this table.
Man: Why is there no pumpkin in my risotto?
Gordon: Right, can you get out of the way? One spaghetti, one risotto.
Man: I want the next pumpkin risotto.
Gordon: Oh? Are you always going to be that rude and interrupt when I'm trying to talk?
Man: I just want more pumpkin, that's all I want.
Gordon: Right, well I'll give you more pumpkin and I'll ram it right up your fucking arse! Would you like it whole or diced? Can we get security and get Knob back to the seat please, yes?
Man: I just want pumpkin.

Gordon: This has been open for an hour and a half. We have served fucking zero.
Polly: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I've put more food in the bin tonight than I've ever seen in 10 years!

[With Polly on appetizers, nothing has come out of the red kitchen in 90 minutes. Heather is now on appetizers and has brought them to the pass.]
Gordon: Service please.
Sara: Yay!!! [Heather tries to shush Sara] Sorry. Sorry.
Gordon: What's going on?
Heather: Nothing chef. Nothing chef.
Gordon: Who's shouting and screaming? Hey, Sara, let me just tell you something. You're not a fucking cheerleader so stop acting like one. Because we have nothing to fucking smile about. And listen, ladies, that has been one hour and forty minutes for four starters. And personally I wouldn't laugh or scream or start wetting your knickers because that is fucking embarrassing.
Heather: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Just take one good look at yourselves in the mirror because it's a fucking disgrace!

Virginia: What do you guy think we should do about the sauce?
Rachel: What have you got?
Virginia: I have a whole bunch of lamb stock and...
Maryann: This is veal stock! This isn't lamb stock, this is veal stock. There's no way in hell we can pass this off as fucking lamb sauce.
Virginia: (interview) I was totally desperate. Desperate enough to go over to the other team and ask them for some lamb stock. [crosses into the blue kitchen and goes over to Giacomo] May I have some lamb stock, please?
Giacomo: I don't think so.
Keith: (laughs) No way! Get out!
Virginia: Please, you guys?
Keith: No way.
Virginia: You guys don't want to share any with me? You guys don't know if you might need something in the future.
Keith: I don't give a fuck.
Virginia: (interview) It was horrible. It was horrible. No matter what I did, something was messed up.
Gordon: We are so fucked it's unbelievable.

Customers: (Chanting) I WANT MY FOOD! I WANT MY FOOD! WE WANT OUR FOOD! WE WANT OUR FOOD!
Gordon: Listen to that shit! (to Jean-Philippe) I can't take it anymore. Shut it down. (to both teams) Stop! Turn it off!

Episode Two [2.02]Edit

Gordon: [to the Blue Team] Okay, listen up, here we go. On order, two covers table 24. Appetisers: one spaghetti, one Salad Saint-Jacques. Entrées: one duck, one chicken. Let's go, all together.
Tom: Would you please repeat it chef?
Gordon: Move your fat arse and read it yourself, okay?
Tom: Fair enough, chef.
Gordon: Four minutes to the window, one spaghetti, one Salad of Saint-Jacques.
Gabe: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Four minutes?
Gabe: We need two quails chef with that?
Gordon: Two quail? Gabe.
Gabe: No, no, I know chef.
Gordon: Shut the fuck up?
Gabe: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Would you mind not being so rude?!
Gabe: Yes, chef.
Gordon: There's quail nowhere on that ticket! Just listen. Concentrate!
Gabe: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Four minutes to the window! One spaghetti of lobster, one scallops!
Gabe: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Now, would you like me to fucking e-mail that to your BlackBerry?
Gabe: No, chef.
Gordon: MOVE YOUR ARSE!

Gordon: Oh, my God almighty! (to Maribel after she spilled the spaghetti) Right now, what I suggest you should do is buy a restaurant and put one table in there. Any more than that, you'd be fucked!

Gordon: One duck and one chicken!
Tom: I have a duck and a chicken ready for it's sides.
Gordon: [to Giacomo] And taste that. Taste that there. Why has he fried the cabbage?
Scott Leibfried: I don't know chef.
Gordon: It's like glue! Is that what you want to do is to start sticking things in there?
Giacomo: No chef.
Gordon: So, you agree it tastes like shit.
Giacomo Yes sir, and I still served it.
Gordon: You still served it?
Giacomo: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Hey, hey, and you want a restaurant in Vegas?
Giacomo: A lot of work to do chef.
Gordon: Hey, why don't you become a hairdresser? Prancing around with women's hair?
Giacomo: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Now get the cabbage on.

Man: All I want to know is we're going to eat tonight or not.
Gordon: Honestly, for the first time in my fucking cooking career, yeah? I'm in a kitchen with Muppets.

[the customers have left Hell's Kitchen]
Gordon: Ladies, just come here. Just stand there and tell what you see in the dining room. [crosses over to the blue kitchen] Hey, you, hello? Gabe. You, (to Tom) Sinbad. Shut it. (to Giacomo) Mop-head, hello? Just come here all four of you. Just stand there and tell what you see in the dining room. Right in front of your very own eyes, a death of a restaurant. [cuts to the empty dining room] Pathetic. Shut it down!

Episode Three [2.03]Edit

[In the challenge. The blue team has three dishes while the red team only has two.]
Gordon: So, blue team. Tortellinis, but sadly, no sauce.
Tom: (slouching against the counter) May I speak?
Gordon: No tortellinis...
Tom: May I speak?
Gordon: ...from the red team. (to Tom) May you speak? May you stand up straight and stop acting like a slob?
Tom: Well I'm trying... no, I need to-
Gordon: No no. Cut the fucking bullshit, will you? Just stand up straight and at least look like a fucking cook!
Tom: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (mocks Tom) Do I slouch and slob and talk like this like some big fat fucking slob?
Tom: (interview) Who do you think you're talking to? He doesn't want to get into a street fight with me. Trust me.

Giacomo: Chef Scott, this oven is cold. It's coming out cold.
Scott: What, you're just noticing this now?
Giacomo: No, I noticed it earlier.
Scott: Dude, you don't have the fucking gas on, stupid!
Gordon: Why is the oven not on? Hello, dirt brain! Why is the oven not on?!
Giacomo: I'm not sure, chef.
Gordon: You're not sure? YOU DONKEY!!

Gordon: (with a pan of mashed potatoes) Tom, it's two turbot, yeah? There's only enough there for one, Tom.
Tom: We don't have any more mashed potato.
Gordon: Oh, get out of here! You've ran out of mashed potato?
Keith: Where the fuck did all the mashed potatoes go?
Gordon: WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS, TOM?!
Tom: I'm looking for them, chef.
Gordon: How many wellingtons have we sent? We've only served two fucking tables their main course, Keith!
Keith: We prepped them, I don't know where they went. He said he burned them.
Gordon: Have you burnt the potatoes?
Tom: Yes I did.
Gordon: You've stopped caring now. I can see it in your attitude.
Tom: No, I haven't.
Gordon: Yes, you fucking have. You stopped caring now. What do you care about?
Tom: I care about making an ass of myself right now.
Gordon: Really? Hey, congratulations. Exactly what you're just doing.

[A red table has walked out after waiting two hours for wellingtons]
Female diner: We've waited too long. (exits the restaurant)
Gordon: Missy.
Maribel: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Table has walked out. And the sad thing about it, you've given up so FUCKING easily because you don't give a shit! (kicks the bins) SHIT!! (to the red team) Switch everything off, yeah?
Sara: Yes, chef.
[customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]
Gordon: I'm going to shut the kitchen down.

Episode Four [2.04]Edit

Gordon: (to Garrett) There's not even an ounce of salt in there. Are you serious? We can't send any food? Garrett? Garrett? Unless you tasted anything. If you haven't tasted your own fucking food, what chance have you got?
Garrett: None.
Gordon: I'd rather fuck off for a burger!

Gordon: (on Maribel's potatoes) Maribel, what is that?
Maribel: It's mashed potatoes, chef.
Gordon: Tell me why is it gone like glue? Missy, I'd get some fresh one if I was you.
Maribel: (to her team mates) Do we have any more potatoes, guys?
Gordon: Oh, dear. You know what? If that's the last thing in this country to eat, I'll fucking starve.

Gordon: (to Tom) This order here is 7:35. Hello? Hey, listen. Stop! Come here, you idiot! Now I've fucking had enough! What I'm trying to tell you in your fucking eyeballs that the quail in the spaghetti now and you're putting the quail in.
Tom: No, I have the one's there.
Gordon: THAT'S FOR THAT FUCKING ORDER THERE!!! (pounds the counter which shakes the entire restaurant.) You're not bothered, are you? It doesn't hurt, does it?
Tom: No, it does. I can't yell. I can't cry. All I have to do is do it. (Tom's meat pan catches fire.)
Gordon: Oh, my God. (Tom blows on the fire and it gets bigger) THE DUCK'S BURNED!! YOU'RE COOKING IN A BURNT PAN, YOU FUCKING DICK!! Oh, my god! Leave it! Leave it! LEAVE IT!! Just fucking leave it! (places the pan off the burner) You're going to blow fire in your face, you fucking donkey!! Keith.
Keith: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Get on the meat section and stand next to him, and don't let him cook a fucking thing! And you, open those big eyes and watch what the fuck this guy is doing.
Tom: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Shut it and watch!
Tom: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Shut it!!

Tom: I'm waiting on...
Gordon: SHUT THE FUCK UP YOU!! YOU DONKEY!!!

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Virginia]

Gordon: Virginia!
Virginia: Yes, chef?
Gordon: What is that there? What is the wellington requested?
Virginia: Medium.
Gordon: What is that?
Virginia: I thought it was medium, but it's my bad.
Gordon: Here we go again. What is that?
Virginia: I thought it was medium, chef.
Gordon: What is that?!
Virginia: Rare?
Gordon: Rare, that's right gold-star!

Gordon: Missy.
Rachel: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Why are you glazing it with butter and not egg wash?
Rachel: It was egg wash, sir.
Gordon: What's that in there?
Rachel: That's egg.
Gordon: Egg yolk or egg white?
Rachel: Egg white?
Gordon: Oh, no. Have they all been glazed all night with egg white?
Rachel: Wrong thing evidently.
Gordon: Oh, no. Why are wellingtons going in now?
Virginia: We ran out, chef.
Gordon: You ran out?
Virginia: Yes.
Gordon: Oh, fuck me! Ladies, I personally don't want to do this anymore. I'm fed up with your shit, I'm fed up with your shit. You've been a fucking letdown the minute you started cooking.
Virginia: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Then you LIED to me that the turbot's on route when she (Sara) hasn't even got it out of the fucking fridge! Do you want to continue like this?
Virginia: No, chef.
Gordon: Fuck the lot of you. Is that clear?
Red Team: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Fuck the lot of you!
Rachel: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (pounds the counter) You! Come here, you. (to Keith) Fat fuck. (to Tom) Hey, doughnut. Come here, you. Hey, ladies, come here. Let me tell you something, (takes off his apron and throws it at Tom) There you go! (throws his towel at Tom) There you go! I've had enough! I've had ENOUGH! I cannot believe you're actually attempting to fucking win a restaurant! Get back in your fucking dorms! And hello, by the time you get back in here, from the blue team, nominate someone that's going tonight. And from the red team, come back with someone that's leaving. Now GET OUT! OUT!! LEAVE THE STOVE!!
Lady: I don't think we're getting dessert.

Episode Five [2.05]Edit

Gordon: Please, please, please, please, please, please, please move your arses!!

[Gordon checks the quail brought up by Rachel]
Gordon: Oh, no. No, no, no. Rachel!
Rachel: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here, you. Come here. No, fuck it. All of you, come here right now. (pounds the counter) And eat. Eat that. Eat it. I'm dying to understand what's going through your fucking mind! Now, what do you think of the quail?
Sara: It's overcooked. Little too much production on the sauce chef and you can see bones.
Gordon: What's your verdict?
Maribel: It's dry and tastes a little burned.
Gordon: Yeah, it's shit! A little burned?! Fuck me! Do you need some glasses? (to Jean-Philippe) Ask one of the customers for his fucking glasses. There, table seven, he's got them (to Rachel) And what's in it for you?
Rachel: It's overcooked.
Gordon: Pssss...fuck off will you?
Virginia: All right, let's do it again guys, come on. (Jean-Philippe returns with a pair of glasses)
Gordon: There they are. There's the gentleman's glasses. I'm serious now! Does anyone need a pair of glasses? Fuck off, Jean-Philippe. Did you really think I was going to go out there with the quail, burned to a cinder? (Rachel doesn't answer) Did you really think I was going to send that? I need to know in your mind. Did you actually think I was going to serve that? (Still no answer) Come here, you, come here. (leads Rachel into the pantry) What the fuck are you doing? Do you want to go home?
Rachel: Ahem.
Gordon: No, no, tell me now!
Rachel: I will not let you down tonight.
Gordon: You already have! I want to pull it back!
Rachel: I will get you through entrées.
Gordon: I know damn well you can do it. I can see it in your eyes. I can identify with the hunger but right now, missy, there's just a blonde empty fucking head.
Rachel: I won't let you down.
Gordon: Get it together, communicate, open up and start talking to me. Now move!
Rachel: Yes, chef.

Gordon: This is your time now to step up and get your team together.
Keith: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Those two, yeah? Are cooking like donkeys. Come on! Donkey's Kitchen, should we change the fucking logo? D.K.?
Garrett: No, chef.

Gordon: Where's the cabbage? Come on, Garrett! Keith and Garrett! You're just got all quiet! None of you are working as a team! Where's the lamb sauce?!
Heather: Where is it, man?
Garrett: Just give me a fucking minute!
Gordon: WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!!
Heather: Right here, chef.
Garrett: Lamb sauce is coming up.
Gordon: There's just nothing coming together!
Garrett: Right here, chef.
Gordon: Thank you very much.
Garrett: Not a problem, chef.
Gordon: Oh, fuck off you, you fat useless sack of fucking yankee-danky-doodle shite. Fuck off will you please, yeah?

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Rachel]
Gordon: (to Maryann) How's it cooked?
Maryann: It was cold.
Gordon: Uhm, Rachel, come here.
Rachel: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Just touch that, what's the lamb?
Rachel: It's well done.
Gordon: It's requested pink. That's cooked to fuck! (pounds the counter) It's barely edible!! Oh, for God's sake!
Rachel: Rachel, this is pitiful. Rachel, you suck.
Gordon: (to Rachel) Stop right there. I'm going to put you out of your misery. Switch it off. (crosses over to the blue kitchen) Just stop. Shut it down!
Heather: Yes, chef.

Narrator: Although dinner service is finished, Chef Ramsay is not finished with one of the chefs.
Gordon: (to Keith) You've got that spoiled brat syndrome. That huffy puffy, turn your eyes, fold your arms and you don't even look at me in the eyes.
Keith: I didn't mean that, chef.
Gordon: Deep down inside, you've got a big amount of talent there, you know that. But my biggest problem is no one's noticed it properly. Has anyone ever told you how good you could be?
Keith: No, chef.
Gordon: You can cook, big man, you know that. The first hour and a half of service, you were running it. Then you made one stupid mistake. The quicker you get rid of the attitude, you're going to shine.
Keith: Yes, chef.

Episode Six [2.06]Edit

Heather: (referring to herself, Keith and Garrett) We're going to be the final three.

[While unloading ice from a truck]
Keith: Heather is one tough bitch!
Heather: I'm the toughest bitch there is.

Heather: I was sweating like Tom today.

[Gordon and the red team enter Nick & Stef's Steakhouse]
Gordon: So this place is renowned for its steaks.
Narrator: Now the red team has moved onto entrées at another Hollywood hot spot.
Maribel: Nice and private, very nice.
Narrator: And Virginia has an important question for the owner...
Virginia: What's the one key thing that you can honestly say? I'm saying like right when you think of it. What can you tell me here right now? I'm saying like...
Narrator: ...if only she could ask it.
Virginia: ...What have you learned now that you didn't know then when you opened up a place?
Joachim Splichal: You need consistency. That's it. Consistency.
Virginia: I just find it very, I love the fact that you grew so quickly. I mean that's so...
Sara: (interview) We were like "Shut up! Shut up!" At what point is Virginia not fake?
Virginia: ...so on and so forth. But, you know anyway...
Maribel: (interview) "Blah. blah. blah. Yadda. Yadda." Virginia, she annoys me.

[The chefs meet in front of Chef Ramsay]
Gordon: Garrett, yesterday when I went out with the girls, you...gave me this. (the finger) Right now big boy, you've got nothing to be brash, cocky or show such attitude over. Do you want to go?
Garrett: No.
Gordon: I never, ever want to see this in front of my face again. Let's get that clear.

[Gordon checks on sashimi brought up by Virginia]
Gordon: Virginia!
Virginia: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Look what you're sending me. Come here you. It's just... It's just getting thicker and thicker and thicker.
Virginia and Sara: Alright.
Gordon: It's just fish sliced.
Virginia: Yes, chef.
Gordon: That's what it is! It's raw fish! It's fucking sliced! We still can't get that out!

[Gordon checks on duck salad brought up by Garrett]
Gordon: What in the fuck is that? What is this?! Get me a duck salad now!
Garrett: (takes the plate back) I got another one on the way chef.
Gordon: Why did you serve me that? We're doing so well?! (to Keith) Keith, if there's a time you need to get a grip for your team, it's right now!

Narrator: The red team has moved on to entrées and Sara has brought her lamb...
[Sara delivers her lamb to the pass, Gordon checks it]
Gordon: What's that?
Narrator: ...to the slaughter.
Gordon: What the fuck is that? Missy (Sara), Just what are you doing with the lamb?
Sara: I'm learning, chef.
Gordon: You're learning?
Sara: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What do you mean you're learning?
[flashback to when the red team creates their own menu]
Gordon: Sara! What is going on? Are you fucking blind?
Sara: No, chef.
Gordon: What is that? In your... What are you... I don't know what the fuck you're doing! That is not going anywhere, missy!
Sara: Okay.
Gordon: Except in the fucking bin!!

[Gordon asks for Sara's lamb in the red kitchen]
Gordon: Where is the lamb?
Sara: It's working, chef.
Gordon: I'm about to send the third table of entrées from the blue team and I still haven't got the lamb out from the red team!
Sara: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Now, it's turning into a fucking big embarrassment!
Sara: Yes, chef!
Gordon: And I'll kick you out any minute now unless you give me a fucking lamb!
Sara: Yes, chef!

Gordon: Sara! Come here, missy!
Sara: Yes, chef?
Gordon: I don't know if you're color-blind or you've got a problem with your fucking contact lenses, that is blood. Look, it's blood! They want it medium, it's still fucking rare! (pounds the counter)
Sara: Yes, chef!
Gordon: There's blood everywhere! We still haven't sent an entrée from the red team.
Sara: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe at the pass) Take the lamb off the menu. Stop it! I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK!! (to Sara) You don't DARE cook any more lamb, Jean-Philippe has taken so much flak at the back of your inconsistency!
Sara: Hmm.

Gordon: If you're going to grill a salmon Sara, you don't tie it and fucking stuff it together. That is the third dish from the red team that is totally impractical. Can we just cut the salmon into a slice without fucking around?
Sara: Yeah. Consistency?
Gordon: Don't fucking dare! Don't fucking dare!! Missy, missy, come here you fat mouthed little stupid bitch!
Sara: Yes, chef?
Gordon: You're pissing around with something that is not working! Is that fucking clear?
Sara: Yes, chef.
Gordon: IT'S FUCKING RARE!! Just stop! [calls the blue team who have just completed their service] Blue team, come here! All of you! I'm so fucking determined to have a successful completed service. I've got 11 tables waiting for main courses from the red team! You (the blue team) get on the sections and work together!
Sara: Thank you, chef.
Gordon: I personally don't want to stick around for pretty more shit. (exits the kitchen in disgust) A fucking embarrassment.

Episode Seven [2.07]Edit

Heather: You've got to watch your scallops.
Sara: Thank you, Heather. I've got it.
Gordon: Missy.
Sara: Yes, chef?
Gordon: If you saute scallops in a nonstick pan, they won't stick. That's why it's called FUCKING NONSTICK!!! (Gordon's voice goes falsetto on the "STICK") I don't know what nonstick means in Texas sweetheart, but fuck me!
Sara: Yes, chef!

Narrator: Hoping to satisfy Chef Ramsay, Garrett rushes his chicken to the pass.
Gordon: Garrett, the chicken is raw!
Garrett: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're going to kill someone!
Narrator: Garrett has just brought a dish to the pass that is not only inedible but downright dangerous.
Gordon: You knew it's raw!
Garrett: I'm doing it because it's faster chef. It's the only reason.
Gordon: Faster?! You've always got a fucking answer for everything!
Garrett: I'm just trying to...
Gordon: Shut it! YOU SHOULDN'T BE IN WHITE!!

[a woman comes up to the hotplate demanding for food]

Lady: How long will I wait for my beef?
Gordon: Would you mind taking your breasts off my hotplate? Look at that. How will I serve food with those fucking things there?
Lady: Oh what the fuck, you?! [throws a plate full of food on the tray; angrily pushes a tray; leaves the restaurant]
Gordon: Security, please!

Gordon: (to Sara) Missy, how many scallops are you serving per portion?
Sara: Five each.
Gordon: Are they small, big or massive?
Sara: They're medium.
Gordon: They're medium? Missy, [in a fast tone; gives her a towel] clean your fucking glasses, I'll ask you quickly, yeah? Yeah, let's do it this way. CLEAN YOUR FUCKING GLASSES!!
Sara: Alright, chef. [wipes her glasses]

Gordon: Carrots!
Garrett: Yes, chef!
Gordon: "Carrots" I said, not "Garrett".

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Garrett]

Gordon: Look at that salmon. Is that the best piece of salmon? (Garrett doesn't answer) I'VE ASKED IS THAT THE BEST SALMON?!
Garrett: Yes, chef.
Gordon: It's chewed and buckled and... What have you done to it? (to Garrett) Mister, get a grip! I can't take it anymore!

Gordon: Virginia, what are you doing?
Virginia: I'm plating, I'm getting the tortellini, chef.
Gordon: There's not a tortellini on the order.
Virginia: But there's tortellini, chef.
Gordon: Listen, you stupid fucking fat mouth bitch! Bring me a ticket here, bring it here and read it out. Come here!
Virginia: You're right, chef.
Gordon: Now, will you fucking SHUT UP! [throws the ticket at the counter] YOU JUST TALK CRAP! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!!! [repeatedly pounds the counter]

Gordon: Where's that Belgian?
Jean-Philippe: I would like to sit around with you, and stay with you, but I can't. (backs to the pass) Chef!
Gordon: What are you trying to do, lose your virginity? (Jean-Philippe takes a look at Gordon, then returns to his station)

Episode Eight [2.08]Edit

Gordon: Let's go, three salmon, one turbot.
Sara: Heather?
Heather: What?
Sara: Is there any salmon left in the house?
Gordon: What's going on? What's going on?
Sara: Chef, I--
Gordon: What? Come here you! Tell me! I'm the fucking chef!!
Sara: Yes, chef. I don't have enough salmon to get through the night.
Gordon: You're not serious, are you?
Sara: I am serious chef.
Gordon: Hey, I'd fuck off and go and buy some if I were you.
Sara: May I substitute using turbot?
Gordon: Why don't you check with the maître d'? Can we serve turbot in place of the salmon?
Jean-Phillippe: On which table?
Gordon: Table 20. Please? Thank you. (to Sara) Hey, you, fuck off, will you? You useless cow.
Sara: Turbot's in here. Sorry chef.
Gordon: You know missy, you're finished aren't you?
Sara: No, chef, come on!
Gordon: Hey, what do you mean come on? I want you to come on! I want you to wake up!
Sara: Chef, I told you and they're resolving it now and all I can do is give you the turbot. I have the salmon in the fridge and there's only 2!
Gordon: That's right! And whose fucking fault was it?! Don't get fucking upset with me in my fucking kitchen when you're standing there sulking because you fucked the salmon!
Sara: I'm not sulking chef.
Gordon: Yeah, you're finished. Heather, get on the fish please and do something for her yeah?
Sara: No, chef.
Gordon: So wake up and get it back together!
Sara: I don't need to be replaced chef!
Gordon: Then tell her then.
Sara: I don't need to be replaced.
Gordon: There you go.
Sara: (interview) I screwed up one fucking table with one fucking salmon. I wasn't beat. Don't get up all about my crotch about shit.

Gordon: Virginia, you're no longer safe!

(Virginia and Sara are nominated for elimination.)

Gordon: Virginia, you won the challenge. I guaranteed you a place in the final three. If you want to go, that is your choice. If you decide to stay, I'll send Sara home.
Virginia: I understand what you're telling me that I want to be in the final three because I deserve to be in the final three, not because you're a man of your word. Not because of a friggin challenge. I want to be there because I deserve to be.
Gordon: I can't help you anymore. This is entirely your decision.
Sara: Can I ask a question chef?
Gordon: Shut the fuck up for 30 seconds.

Episode Nine [2.09]Edit

[Virginia and Keith are nominated for elimination while Heather is advancing to the final round.]
Gordon: This...is quite possibly the toughest decision I've had to make. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight and will not be advancing to the final two is........Keith. What I am looking for is a leader. And personally big boy, you're not ready. Give me your jacket.
Keith: (gives Gordon his jacket.) So you're saying that Virginia's a better leader than me? I've been leading the whole time. Whatever station you told me, through the line with people that didn't know anything.
Gordon: I personally don't think you're ready to lead.
Keith: I personally think that you have a hard on for Virginia.
Gordon: Why did you have to be so fucking rude?
Keith: Because you're rude to me all the time.
Gordon: So? Now I've definitely know I've made the right decision. So your attitude does stink.

Episode Ten [2.10] (Two Hour Finale)Edit

Season 3Edit

Episode One [3.01]Edit

[Signature Dishes]

Gordon: And whose dish is that?
Vinnie: It's mine chef.
Gordon: What is the dish?
Vinnie: It is chorizo encrusted pink snapper.
Gordon: Where in the fuck's the snapper?
Vinnie: It's underneath.
Gordon: That's the snapper there?
Vinnie: Yes sir.
Gordon: Okay. (tastes) God, fuck. Do you think you can really seriously eat that without burning your mouth? What a disappointment.
Vinnie: I don't think so.
Gordon: Now you want to fucking argue. Back in line.
Vinnie: Yes, chef. (interview) I think he looked at me and said "This guy's really confident." and I think I intimidated him.
Gordon: What a fucking jerk.

Gordon: Whose is this?
Josh: (interview) Food is sex and everybody likes sex and everybody likes food. I want to make people feel like they just had great sex.
Gordon: Unfortunately it's raw. Raw foie gras. Take that. (gives a piece to Josh and they both taste)
Josh: (interview) That foie gras was goddamn perfect.
Gordon: That is way way way too salty my man.
Josh: (interview) Ok, I'll give him, it was a little salty.

Narrator: Very few of the chefs have impressed Chef Ramsay with their dishes. Now it's down to the final chef.
Gordon: Oh fuck me. Whose is this?
Aaron: (Dressed up as a cowboy) It's me chef.
Gordon: And where's your horse?
Aaron: I left him parked outside chef.
Gordon: I've never met an Asian cowboy.
Aaron: (interview) I knew I shouldn't have worn this outfit!
Gordon: You are one chunky monkey aren't you?
Aaron: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What is it?
Aaron: It's finger food chef so,
Gordon: How big are your fucking fingers?
Aaron: I have big hands.
Gordon: (tastes part of the dish) This is nice, just throw all that away. Your biggest problem is you don't know when to stop.
Aaron: (interview) My plate was full but, heck I would've eaten all the food on the plate.

Narrator: With the red team in shambles, Chef Ramsay turns to the blue team for some reassurance.
Gordon: Aaron, how are you feeling?
Aaron: Sorry. (starts to cry.) I can't believe I'm crack-- I'm cracking up right now.
Gordon: Keep it together! For god sakes man!
Aaron: I don't know what's going on... (continues to cry)
Gordon: Now you're making me feel nervous! I am not going into service with this level of incompetence. You know that.
Jean-Philippe: (outside, to the waiting diners) Not too good... not too good...

[Gordon checks on quail eggs brought up by Tiffany]

Gordon: Who cooked these quail eggs?
Tiffany: I did chef.
Gordon: Touch that there. It's like a plastic silicon implant. Fucking bin them. Get rid of them.

Gordon: (to Vinnie) Hey, just come here you, you're putting water in the risotto.
Vinnie: Chef, I put water in the risotto. We don't have any more stock.
Gordon: Oh, for fuck's sake...
Vinnie: (interview) Well, stock is made of water, and vegetables are made of water. No harm, no foul. That's all we have.
Gordon: (tastes) It tastes like gnat's piss. (coughs) Stop it! Look at me now, okay? Get off the section! Hey, Brad! Get on there. Get your arse on there. And stay on there!
Brad: (interview) It was a relief when Chef Ramsay put me on the appetizers, because the apps station was going down. It was going down, big time.
Gordon: And create the seasoning, please, yes?
Brad: Yes chef!
Gordon: Vinnie!
Vinnie: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Wash up!

[Gordon gathers the Red team at the corner]

Gordon: What is going on?
Julia: I'm trying to help her (Tiffany) with her eggs, but she don't want me to fix it. That's all I'm saying.
Gordon: Okay, let me just tell you something: There's more argument going on than there is cooking. (to Tiffany) You're coming off the section.
Tiffany Nagel: Okay.
Gordon: (to Melissa) Melissa, get on the appetizers. (to Julia) You cook the fucking quail egg and can we just work as a little bit of a team?
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Right now, put it to bed and fucking concentrate!
Red team: Yes, chef!

Scott: We don't have any fucking chicken, we don't have any more Wellingtons, we don't have any fucking lettuce! We haven't served any food! How could we be out of anything?!

[the customers have begun leaving]

Gordon: (to the red team) Your tables are now getting up, pissed off and leaving! NOTHING'S GETTING DONE.
[cuts to the blue kitchen where Eddie's pan catches fire]
Brad: Eddie, take those out. They're going to taste like shit.
Joanna: People fucked me up right now.
Gordon: Maryann, are they arguing again?
Maryann: Yes, chef, they are.
Gordon: (to the blue team) Just stop! (calls out the red team) Come here. Shut it down, forget it. The service, (to Jean-Philippe) we're shutting it down.

Gordon: You've got every right to look down, because that was embarrassing. Ladies, I've never seen girls bitch so much. It was just evil and twisted. Hell's Bitches.

Gordon: Vinnie, sixty minutes without any appetisers. What have you got to say?
Vinnie: I didn't know what you wanted. You didn't want to show me. So what did you want me to do?
Gordon: You two faced lazy little fucker!
Vinnie: Lazy?
Rock: (interview) All I could think to myself was, "Please shut up! Who are you talking to? Are you serious?" I just couldn't, I couldn't believe it.
Gordon: What do you want me to do? Wipe your arse?

Episode Two [3.02]Edit

Aaron: (to the customers) My name's Aaron. I'm a chef. I'm one of your chefs tonight. And welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
Customers: Thank you.
Gordon: (to Jean Philippe) What in the fuck is Aaron doing in the dining room?
Aaron: My name's Aaron and I'm a chef in Hell's Kitchen. Welcome to Hell's Kitchen.
Jean Philippe: He's talking to customers.
Gordon: He's talking to customers.
Aaron: My name's Aaron. Well you already know my name because it's on my shirt!
Gordon: Get that fucking donkey out of there!

Narrator: 45 minutes into dinner service and Eddie's spaghetti has brought the blue kitchen to a standstill so Chef Ramsay turns to the women for a little hope.
Gordon: Spaghetti, scallops how long?
Bonnie: 3 minutes, chef.
Gordon: (sees what Bonnie is doing) What are you doing? What are you doing?
Bonnie: I'm doing 3 scallops, chef.
Gordon: See? I called one spaghetti, one scallops, then she's doing three scallops.
Bonnie: I thought I heard... I'm sorry. Okay, one scallop.
Gordon: Are you a dumb blonde?!
Bonnie: (interview) I feel like I'm the one that everybody sees as the idiot in the group, so I'm always trying to prove everybody wrong.
Gordon: Fucking Barbie.

[Gordon checks on Dover soles brought up by Vinnie]

Gordon: Vinnie!
Vinnie: Yes, chef?
Gordon: I thought by this stage you'd tell me the truth. I'm telling you, one nicely cooked there, yeah? And one that is cooked to fuck.
Vinnie: Yes, chef.

[Gordon tastes Eddie's risotto at the pass]

Gordon: Eddie! Oh, no. Oh, no! (returns to the workstation) ALL OF YOU! Taste it! It's inedible! It's way too peppery and you wouldn't even serve it to a fucking pig! (to Eddie) Get off the section! Get off!
Eddie: Yes, chef.

[Gordon tastes Brad's risotto at the pass]

Gordon: Taste that. It's overcooked and peppery, Brad! Fucking wake up will you please, yes? That's the second one by two different cooks. One fucking risotto as quick as possible please.
Brad: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Josh, what are you doing there? What are you doing there with that chicken? Is that dry?
Josh: No, chef.
Gordon: It looks dry from here. Just touch that, that's the skin my man. Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Josh: Yes, chef. Yes, chef. [Gordon smashes the chicken from the plate] (interview) Did that honestly just happen? What just happened?!
Gordon: That's it, fuck it! (throws the chicken on the floor) That's dry.
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You, you, you! Hey, you, you! Come here! Hey, you! Fucking come here you! (Calls out Aaron) Where's that fucking cowboy? Aaron! (Aaron enters the kitchen) Now you've (Josh) got dry chicken, you fucking donkey! You (Eddie) can't even do a fucking risotto, you know that. You (Aaron) can't even filet a fucking fish! You, you, you, you, you, you, Fuck off out of here. Get out! GET OUT!! (brief pause) The fucking girls will finish the meal service. Get out!!

Gordon: Aaron, you're in the dining room like the President of the United States of America shaking hands with people. What the fuck was that all about?
Aaron: I apologize, chef. Obviously, I didn't do that great of a job.

Episode Three [3.03]Edit

Bonnie: (interview; when troops wake up the chefs) I'm in the shower with conditioner in my hair. I was like run through the house half naked and I look like a drowned rat and I'm not happy.

Vinnie: (interview) It's was very disheartening to not to be able to serve the people that serve us.

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Joanna]

Gordon: Joanna!
Joanna: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Taste it quickly.
Joanna: Okay. [tastes the risotto]
Gordon: Come on, taste it. Let's go. (spits risotto out) It's soft, it's salty, yes? And it's just.. It's crap.
Joanna: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Bonnie]
Gordon: Who's coo?... Who?...
Bonnie: I did the scallops, chef. What's wrong?
Gordon: What's wrong?
Bonnie: Are they raw?
Gordon: Oh, come on! Fucking hell! You just asked me are they raw. Why don't you tell me what the fuck they are?
Bonnie: They're raw, chef.
Gordon: (angrily throws a scallop in the bin) Fuck off!

Gordon: (smelling the crab) Hey, missy (Joanna), is that crab high to you? Anyone else smell that? Where's the crab? Maryann smell that. (Sees Joanna trying to leave) Hey, you, don't you fucking dare! Come here you!
Maryann: (smelling the crab) Oh god.
Gordon: Can you not smell that? The crab is off. It's fucking rancid! How can you do that?
Joanna: I did not smell the crab chef.
Bonnie: (interview) I can't believe Joanna had been using that. I mean, it just made you sit up and go "Whoa!"
Gordon: Have you sent one out already?
Joanna: No, chef. We haven't.
Gordon: Thank God for that! YOU'LL KILL SOMEONE!! (throws the crab in the bin) Hey, get off! Get off! Julia, take over.
Julia: Yes, chef.
Jean Philippe: Should I recommend something else?
Gordon: Oh, you fuck recommend. Yeah, recommend a new restaurant.

[Rock delivers his scallops to the pass with eggs cooked by Vinnie]
Gordon: Hey, hello! Come here, donkeys! Here we go. We started. Come here! What is that?
Brad: It's a raw egg.
Gordon: What is that? (shows the egg to Josh) Wha-what is that? What is that? (rubs the raw egg in Vinnie's whites) Fuck off, will you? Fuck off! Okay?
Rock: (interview) He slammed that shit right in Vinnie's...chest and Vinnie tensed up and he was about to bust and all I could think was, "Oh, my God. Do not lose your head."
Gordon: Fuck off! Hey, why did you let it go when you know it's not fucking ready?
Vinnie: I screwed up again chef.
Gordon: Hey, look at me now. You've now just confirmed to my mind, you're not trustworthy. So fuck you!
Vinnie: (interview) It's tough to bite your tongue. I just figured take it, it's the only way to win and you'll be alright.
Gordon: Start the fucking table again.

Jen: Julia, what you got in here is enough for two orders.
Julia: Okay.
Jen: I'm going to toss all this (spaghetti) out. (Dumps it in the garbage.)
Gordon: Away next, scallop, risotto, spaghetti yes?
Julia: Ladies, spaghetti!
Jen: You need more spaghetti Julia? Oh, I fucking just tossed it! Let me just get it. I'll get it. I'll get it. (interview) We had an order for spaghetti and I threw out what we had and I just decided to retrieve the spaghetti from the top of the garbage and washed it. 212 (degrees) kills the bacteria and I decided to serve it.
Julia: Where did you get it from?
Jen: The garbage on top.
Julia: Oh no, no, no. No way. (interview) Who in the world picks food out of the trash? You can't just do anything in the heat of the moment.
Gordon: (not having seen what Jen did) How long Julia?
Julia: Six minutes chef.
Gordon: Oh dear.
Narrator: Julia's quality control kept garbage from being served and Jen should consider herself lucky Chef Ramsay didn't witnessed her mistake. Meanwhile in the blue kitchen, the pressure is on Josh and Brad to get out some entrées.
Gordon: Let's do two wellingtons, one turbot. Lets go.
Brad: Josh, did you hear that? I'm going on two wellingtons. Can you, I need you guys to go.
Josh: That's not a problem. How long on the wellingtons?
Brad: I can go right now.
Josh: No, I can't.
Brad: You can't? I need to pull this out then.
Gordon: Hey, JOSH!!
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Fucking little bastard. Hey, are you just trying to sabotage them?
Josh: No way, chef.
Gordon: So that it makes you look good?
Josh: No way, chef.
Gordon: Who's the first person you should be telling?
Josh: I should talk to him (Brad), chef. I should talk to meat station. It was my fault, chef. (defensively) No sabotage. (interview) I wasn't trying to sabotage. Are you crazy?
Gordon: You deserve a kick in the nuts.
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Hey, start the fucking table again.

[Gordon notices Brad scraping off the bottom of a burnt wellington]
Josh: Brad, two minutes.
Brad: Yes, no go in two minutes 45 seconds.
Gordon: Hold on, there's someone being dishonest. Lift the bottom of the wellington over. (Brad does so) Oh come on. You give me them anemic bits of shit, I'll fucking throw them up your arse sideways. (kicks a bin) Where's your fucking brain? I just cannot believe this! Can we have the two main courses TOGETHER?!!! (kicks the bins) SHIT!!! Ohhhhhhhh.

[Gordon asks for wellingtons in the red kitchen]

Gordon: Where's the wellington? How long?
Jen: (comes up to Gordon) My wellingtons are going to be overdone.
Gordon: OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE! OH, COME ON!!
[cuts to the dining room]
Male diner: I'm not waiting another minute for my main course.
Gordon: Seventeen [wellingtons] on order and you've got three to send. We're fourteen-short!
Jean-Philippe: (to a female diner) You don't want to stay a bit longer?
Female diner: Uhm, no.
[the customers have begun leaving. Jean-Philippe returns to the pass]
Jean-Philippe: Chef, they are all walking out. To the left and 12, 14, from both sides, chef.
Gordon: (to the red team) Stop! (calls the blue team) Come here! Hey, hello, chef (Josh), sabotage! Your tables are now getting up and leaving! Fuck off, will you, yeah?! [gets the tickets from the pass, crumples them and throws them away] Get out! GET OUT!!!

[after the service in which the Red team lost]
Gordon: Fucking hell! I still smell that [rancid] crab!

Gordon: Not only did Joanna serve rancid crab that could've seriously made a customer ill, she completely gave up, screwed her team, and if you can't handle one individual section, you got no chance of running a business.

Episode Four [3.04]Edit

[During the blind taste test.]

Gordon: Ready? Brad, you sack of shit.
Later...
Gordon: Come on, what is that? Hello?
Brad: Papaya?
Gordon: Fucking carrot, you doughnut.
[the Blue team lost and was forced to eat various organ meats]
Gordon:: Your palates are shit, so taste everything on this platter.

Gordon: You, Melissa? You're running the appetizers, yes?
Melissa: Yes.
Gordon: You're running ahead, and no one is with you. You're not a team player. Right now, I need some team fucking spirit!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: I might kick you out and I'll do the fucking section myself!
Melissa: Yes, chef!
Gordon: I know what your game is. You just want to get all the appetizers out.
Melissa: No chef, I swear to god that's not true.
Gordon: Look good, (pretends to put makeup on) Oh, fuck me. (pretends to adjust his boobs) Oh, fuck me! Fuck off! Piss off! You fucking bimbo!

Gordon: We're waiting on you Bonnie! Is that chicken just sliced in half and put back in the pan?
Bonnie: (points at chicken on the cutting board) This chef?
Gordon: Oh no, Bonnie not that, you fucking idiot. You stupid cat. You know what? Every time I've asked you a sensible question, you've given me a dumb blonde answer.
Bonnie: Sorry chef.
Gordon: Right, let's go back to the beginning shall we?
Bonnie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Did you just slice the chicken in half and stuck it back in the oven?
Bonnie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Is it dry?
Bonnie: It doesn't feel dry but I'll start over.
Gordon: It's fucking lost its texture. Right now, you all are screwing your fucking selves. Is the chicken in for the langoustine?
Bonnie: (points to the same chicken) Yes, chef. Right here.
Gordon: Fuck me. No that's the main course one.
Bonnie: It's right here.
Gordon: Listen, Hey, listen, it's not in.
Bonnie: It's not in but I'm putting it in now.
Gordon: Right so--- here we go again. When are you going to fucking shut up? I'VE HAD ENOUGH NOW! Stop lying to me! You're saying yes all the fucking time YET NOTHING'S DONE!!! WORK TOGETHER!!
Red team: Yes, chef!

[A tall lady comes to the hotplate demanding for food]
Gordon: Jean-Philippe, what table is the lady from, please? So we can find out where food is, please?
Jean-Philippe: 23 chef.
Gordon: 23, blue, yes?
Jean-Philippe: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Take the giraffe back to her table please. Service please, let's go.
Lady: Excuse me?! I'm asking for service and he's being rude.
Gordon: Let's go. (to the tall lady) Fuck off, will you? Move your fucking arse, will you?

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Vinnie]
Gordon: Is that medium there?
Scott Leibfried: He was flashing them in the oven after they were cooked.
Gordon: (returns to the workstation) Okay guys. Just stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP!!!! Blue donkeys, come here! Touch that, touch that. IT'S RARE!! You (Vinnie), look at me. You don't care anymore, you know that?

Gordon: (Checking Vinnie's wellingtons) Vinnie!
Vinnie: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Vinnie, come on chef. Look, raw pastry's trimmed off the bottom. That's the shit you don't send to the customers. It's still left on. Tell him to trim them please?
Rock: Trim them real quick.
Gordon: Chef Vinnie!
Vinnie: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Look at me. Can you trim it properly?
Vinnie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And bring it to the hotplate and cut the pastry with a straighted knife. Donkey! Is it every other one is right? Or is it one in three is right?
Vinnie: No, chef. This one's perfect.
Gordon: This one's perfect. What have you overcooked? How much have you binned?
Vinnie: I fucked a lot up but I'm on it now.
Gordon: (seeing Vinnie's wasted meat) Oh, no!
Vinnie: (interview) I kept my own private garbage bin on my station and I had six wellington orders and one chicken in my bin.
Gordon: Hey, a restaurant wouldn't even open with that. You'd close it before you got anywhere. [slams the tray on Vinnie's station]
Vinnie: (interview) It was a mistake. It's an expensive mistake.
Gordon: OH, FUCK ME SENSELESS!!

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with pasta]
Jean-Philippe: Table 20, spaghetti undercooked chef.
Gordon: Blue, yes?
Jean Philippe: Oui chef.
Gordon: Where's fucking pretty-boy sushi man (Josh), where is he?
Josh: Right here, chef.
Gordon: Complaint, raw Spaghetti. No don't fucking... (grunts) What the fuck is all that? What do you think you are? WWF wrestling? Dick! Taste it!

[Gordon gathers both teams to the pass]
Gordon: Let me just tell you something: The customers are deciding which team is winning this evening. Your fate is in their hands, yet you still send crap! One more dish back, and I'm going to fucking shut it down. Now, get a grip!

Gordon: Oh, God. Fucking hell. I'm just getting so fucking wound up. It's not going anywhere. We're not getting anything out. Everything's fucking done, clearly given up, and it's fucking embarrassing.
Red Team: No, chef!
Jean-Philippe: (returning with a dish) Chef?
Gordon: Ohhhh fuck off! Oh fuck off! Fuck off! What did they say?
Jean-Philippe: Chicken being cold chef.
Gordon: Huh?
Jean-Philippe: Chicken being cold.
Gordon: Right, hey, gentlemen. Hey, ladies, all look good well over. Hey, Barbie! (Bonnie) Do your hair before you come over! Stone cold chicken, fucking salty fucking garnish, yeah? And fucking there you go chef, there you go. (tosses the dish on the floor) Fucking clear down!
Josh: (interview) Chef was furious. He dropped the plate, he said "Fuck off! Shut down!" And we were SO goddamn close again! Dammit.

Gordon: Vinnie talks the talk, but he doesn't walk the walk. The bottom line with Vinnie is he's a crap cook.

Episode Five [3.05]Edit

[During the cooking challenge, while cooking the duck breast]

Julia: Bonnie, do I sear it until it gets really, really crispy?
Bonnie: No, you have to do it very slowly. It's not a sear.
Melissa: (pushing in next to Julia) What's the problem? Julia, ask me if you have any questions.
Bonnie: Alright...
Julia: What is your problem, Melissa?
Melissa: You're supposed to listen to me, not Bonnie.
Bonnie: (interview) Excuse me?!

Melissa: Check in on your duck, Julia. You took it out of the oven.
Julia: Yeah, so it won't burn.
Melissa: I think you should stick it back in, just for a little while.
Julia: But it's already medium.
Melissa: Guys, all the food has to be plated hot. I'm assuming that you have just a little bit of knowledge of how to cook...
Julia: Don't assume!
Melissa: ...otherwise, you shouldn't be here.
Julia: I thought that you knew how to cook, too!
Bonnie: (to herself) I am above all this.
[cut to Rock, who is standing in the storeroom by the red kitchen]
Rock: Argue, argue. Hell's Bitches, Hell's Bitches. Yes!

[Both teams have been cooking meals for a wedding reception in Hell's Kitchen]

Gordon: This menu is a crucial, critical menu. Did you use the time wisely?
Red Team: No, chef.
Gordon: What? No?
Bonnie: Too many people were arguing on our team chef.
Gordon: Oh, come on, ladies. Why are we arguing Julia on such an important occasion?
Julia: Because there was one person who wanted to run around and do every single thing.
Gordon: Who was in charge?
Melissa: I'm in charge, but unfortunately I can't do everything at once. I need help.
Gordon: Stop. I didn't put you in charge, madam. You're standing there acting like some jumped up little cavewoman. Today's challenge quite frankly was a team effort. Let's hope what you have produced in the last hour is delicious.

[The teams are tied one to one in the wedding reception challenge]

Narrator: Now it all comes down to the meat entrée.
Rock: (interview) Tied 1-1. All the pressure is riding on...me.
Gordon: Third and final dish. Please present the meat entrées.
Melissa: (to Jen) We shouldn't send it.
Gordon: Please present the meat entrées together.
Rock: Ready, Jen?
Melissa: Jen, don't send it. Don't.
Gordon: Melissa, I don't know what you're trying to do, or whether you're trying to upset our guests. But right now, I'm starting to get pissed. Now will you send your food?!
Rock: Let's go. (Rock and Jen bring the meat entrées to the table.)
Gordon: Right. Domes off. (Rock and Jen reveal their dishes, Jen's dish is a small dried up duck breast on a bare plate.) Alright... okay... ahem...
Bonnie: (interview) There are no words to say how humiliating it was serving a piece of shit duck to a husband and wife to be. I really wanted to disintegrate.
Gordon: Oh dear. Jen.
Jen: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Describe the dish.
Jen: That's a duck breast... um...
Gordon: First of all, I'm deeply embarrassed.
Jen: I am as well. (interview) I was so embarrassed you know. They probably think I cooked it. I had nothing to do with that!
Gordon: Rock, please explain.
Rock: We have a dry aged rib eye that's been pan seared and served with wild mushroom cream sauce.
Gordon: Thank you. (gives Carlotta the rib eye and Cyrus the duck breast)
Cyrus: (trying to cut through the duck) Oh wow, this is really tough.
Gordon: I'm so sorry. Nobody's going to be eating that, are they? (Takes the duck away and covers it with a napkin, then looks at the Red Team in disgust)
Carlotta: (tasting the rib eye) This is delicious. That's great.
Cyrus: Definitely.
Narrator: Rock's rib eye easily beats the women's lame duck and the men win their first challenge in Hell's Kitchen.
Josh: (interview) Two things are happening right now. Number one, we finally got a win and we feel great about it. Number two, it's open hunting season on chicks and we're about to start picking them off one by one.
Gordon: My, er, apologies, and we'll do all that we can to make sure it's a very special day. Thank you for joining us for the tasting.
Carlotta: Thank you. (She and Cyrus leave)
Gordon: (to the Red Team) You four Hell's Bitches, I am embarrassed. I don't think I've ever, EVER been so embarrassed inside this restaurant in my entire life. That was a joke! You should be ashamed. All four of you are going to work your arses off. Get. Out. My. Sight!

[During preperation for the wedding reception, Melissa has burned a potato dish and has to redo it]
Gordon: They are getting fucking married! I can't stop the church!

Gordon: (to Josh) You still look fabulous by the way, yeah? You should be covering GQ you, front cover, "Captain Dick".
Josh: (interview) Chef wants to put me on the cover of GQ. That's fine and good. But what I'm waiting for is for him to put me in charge of Green Valley Ranch.

[During the wedding reception, the wedding MC (Francisco) comes to the pass to demand faster service from Gordon]
Francisco: Gordon?
Gordon: (calls the waiters) Service, please! (to Francisco) Can you get out of the fucking way? I'm trying to serve food. You get out of the way. Stand out of the fucking way!!
Francisco: Okay, I think that went well.

[Melissa has been struggling throughout service]

Gordon: Just come here. Can you stop pissing around? Stand up straight. What is your game here today? What is your fucking game? Something just happened to you. You just switched off completely. You're turning into a right little bitch!
Melissa: No, chef.
Gordon: Wake up!
Melissa: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Fucking pathetic!

Gordon: Where is the sauce for the seabass?
Josh: It's right here, Chef. (brings his sauce to the pass)
Narrator: Josh is moving fast to get entrees to the pass.
Gordon: Hey you, come here.
Narrator: ...maybe, a little too fast.
Gordon: Heat the sauce up! IT'S STONE-COOOOOOOLD!!!

Episode Six [3.06]Edit

[The blue team has lost the lobster challenge]
Gordon: Losers, unfortunately, your punishment is at the other end of the spectrum. It's incredibly unglamourous. I can't think of any worse place to be. Today, I'm looking for everything that's possible to be recycled from every garbage bin inside this restaurant.
Rock: I've never seen anything inside of a garbage can that should be taken out. I might find this a little difficult.
Gordon: I can guarantee that within one hour, you'll find something.
Rock: (interview) Chef Ramsay tells us that they get to go to In Touch magazine and we have to dig through some fucking trash. I grew up in the ghetto in the hood. I ain't never been in no trash.
Brad: Let's take our punishment like gentlemen.
Gordon: Brad, thank you for being a man.
Brad: Thank you chef.
Rock: I guess I'm not a man. (starts throwing and slamming stuff as the blue team cleans up the kitchen) (interview) I'm pissed off! That was the dumbest fucking decision I've seen! That was bullshit!
Brad: (interview) Rock, he was pissed. Pissed to the point where I thought he was going to flip out.
Rock: What kind of shit is that?
Brad: (interview) The lobster thought he flipped out.
Rock: Lobster bisque. You can get that shit at motherfucking Corner Bakery! (interview) You can go everywhere and get a fucking lobster soup! A grilled bullshit salad with some fucking apple! ORIGINALITY!! BE CREATIVE!!
Rock: And they get the fucking win! (interview) They're not creative over there and we lose?! What the fuck is original about a crab and lobster bisque?! NOTHING!!!
Melissa: Does Rock always get this mad?
Brad: I've never seen Rock like that.
Josh: Never.

Gordon: Brad?
Brad: Yes, Chef?
Gordon: Two appetizers, you served me three. It's not a good start, guys. Water's not boiling properly for the fucking pasta, I call away a spaghetti and a fucking sea bass, I get a risotto as a little gift I don't fucking need. Stop panicking!

Gordon: Is the mashed potatoes ready yet?
Josh: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Hey, Scott. It looks like gloopy and runny, it's like he's pouring it into a fucking bowl! [bangs the overhead which shakes the entire restaurant] (to Josh) Hey, come here. Do we put salt in the potatoes?
Josh: Uhm, not at all, chef.
Gordon: Get some potatoes on you.
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: [kicks a bin and throws his spoon away] Fuck off! Fuck off! It's like a bunch of fucking babies here!

Gordon: Melissa?
Melissa: Yes, Chef?
Gordon: It's like paper scallops.
Melissa: I'll get new ones, Chef.
Gordon: (handing Melissa's scallops to Brad and Josh) There you go.
Josh: (interview) Some of the scallops she did, they were, like, thin as a paper; there's like nothing there.
Gordon: Pass it back to Chef Melissa there, the fucking gremlin. Everything she touches, she screws, there you go.
Melissa: Sorry guys.
Gordon: Hey, madam, this is not our first night?
Melissa: Yes, chef. No, chef.
Gordon: Yes, chef. No, chef? Fucking gremlin.

Melissa: Monkfish chef.
Gordon: Eh, right. Uhm, Fish King, (Josh) come here you. There's the monkfish.
Melissa: Overcooked?
Josh: It's overcooked.
Gordon: Oh, god almighty. You don't know that's overcooked?
Melissa: Sorry chef.
Gordon: Hey, Brad, she doesn't know that's overcooked. Rock, she doesn't know that's chewed to fuck and overcooked. Scott, she doesn't know that's overcooked?
Scott: Oh, my God. Completely.
Rock: (interview) Melissa was nervous, I could see it in her eyes and she fell apart. The monkfish was overdone. Pressure busts pipes baby!
Gordon: It looks like regurgitated dog shit. Where's other monkfish gone?
Melissa: I have one left chef.
Gordon: Oh, no! So the six top on order are all shit?
Melissa: Yes.
Gordon: No, no, NOOOOO!!! Right Rock, listen to me, no choice now. Stop the veg, get on the fish. You! (referring Melissa) Oy! Oy! Get on the garnish. Get the fuck off of there! GET OFF!!!

[An entire table of entrées has returned to the blue kitchen and Gordon has had it]
Gordon: What's the matter?
Jean-Philippe: Lobster's chewy, chef. And the beef overdone.
Gordon: Ohhhh, no. The whole fucking six top returned. Hello, look at me. Thanks (Melissa) for overcooking the monkfish. Thanks (Josh) for shafting me on the mashed potatoes, and thanks (Brad) for being a twat on the appetizers. It's just so sad. Shut it down! Clear down.
Man: What about dessert?
Jean-Philippe: When it's closed, it's closed.
Man: Fuck that!

Gordon: Brad, tonight you were shit. In fact, you were worse than shit. You complimented shit.

Gordon: With Melissa, she's very assertive, and she sounds like a leader, but unfortunately, she doesn't cook like a leader.

Episode Seven [3.07]Edit

Gordon: Hello! Hey, hey, hey! We haven't got the garnish now! The team's not working together and I'm getting a little bit pissed now! Not one of you talking, see what's happening!
Julia: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're just screwing your-fucking-selves!
Julia: I see what's happening.
Gordon: NO ONE'S EVEN TALKING TO EACH OTHER!!! (kicks the bins)

Gordon: (to Josh) Where's the lamb? How long please? HOW LONG PLEASE?!!
Josh: Lamb's coming right now, chef.
Gordon: Let's go.
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Hey, you. Hey, donkey.
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: One's nicely cooked yeah colored, one's boiled. Fuck off, will you? So we're under pressure now and this is where it separates the fucking chef from a donkey! Come here! Let me tell you something.
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Let me tell you something in your ear. YOU CAN'T COOK! That's what's just been confirmed to me.
Josh: Ready to go? We're coming, Rock.
Gordon: Yeah, you're coming. So is your fucking elimination.

[After Josh Ruins some lamb chops]
Gordon: Just look what you're doing, you DOUGHNUT! Look, BOILED, BOILED, BOILED, BOILED! DONKEY!
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I expected perfect!

Gordon: Hey, Josh.
Josh: Yes, chef?
Gordon: I wouldn't trust you in a hotdog stand.
Josh: Yes, chef.

Episode Eight [3.08]Edit

Gordon: On order, four covers table 32: Scallops, Mullet, Langoustine straight after yes?
Josh: Yes, chef! (interview) I'm working app(etizer)s tonight. I'm totally 100% confident in myself to get the team started off with a bang. (to his team mates) Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
Gordon: [finds that Josh has cooked risotto ahead] Why is the risotto on? We haven't given one away. How long has that been on there for?
Josh: That's been on there for four minutes. These were on there earlier. They're going away.
Gordon: [finds that Josh has cooked five other risottos] Fucking h-- how many are you doing? Can someone stop this guy? You've started panicking my man-- How many fucking risottos are you doing up front? Look at all these pans!
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What is going on? Let me just tell you something, we've opened, we haven't served anything yet and we've lost money. What a fucking doughnut!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Rock; they're badly overcooked]
Gordon: Rock!
Rock: Yes chef?
Gordon: Yeah, you can fuck yourself! Look at that there, look at that. There you go. Come on! Oh, fucking hell. Three more scallops in! It takes one minute to sauté the scallops. Is that what we serve in Hell's Kitchen?
Rock: Not at all chef.
Gordon: We're going from fucking bad to worse man.
Bonnie: (interview) It just seemed so comical. Rock and Josh aren't doing well.
Gordon: Scallops, risottos, spaghetti! (to Josh) What's in that basket?
Josh: This is one of the pulled--
Gordon: Why? Just talk to me. Why? Why? Why? (sees that there's already spaghetti in the basket)
Josh: Starting over. Starting over.
Gordon: Oh, fuck me. In your restaurant when you come in here do you cook spaghetti before the customer orders it?
Josh: Never, chef.
Gordon: So why are you doing it here?
Josh: It was wrong.
Gordon: Fuck. Oh was it really wrong? Even my mom cooks spaghetti seven minutes before she wants it. Get it in the bin!

[Deleted Scene]
Gordon: Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck. Josh, you're putting more spaghetti in! It's not away!
Josh: I heard two spaghetti.
Gordon: It's the third and fourth table that's right. PUT IT IN THE BIN!
Josh: Going in the bin right now chef.
Gordon: Oh fuck me.

Narrator: While Julia struggles to keep her station under control, Josh continues to test Chef Ramsay's patience.
Gordon: What the fuck is he doing? (sees more spaghetti in the basket) Wha? More spaghetti in there! (dumps it in the bin)
Josh: Sorry.
Gordon: We cook spaghetti to order! Even the fucking, dirtiest, scummiest Italian restaurant in Venice Beach cooks spaghetti to order you donkey!
Josh: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I'm just wondering what the fuck you're doing?
Josh: I'm here chef.
Gordon: You're pushing me to the fucking limit big boy. Huh?

[7:04 PM]
Narrator: More than a hour into dinner service, guests are finally getting a taste of Josh's appetizers
Jean-Philippe: How is everything?
Lady #1: (whispers in JP's ear) It's undercooked.
Lady #2: Oh, my God!
[Jean-Philippe returns the risotto to the pass]
Jean-Philippe: Risotto is undercooked, chef.
Gordon: Sorry?
Jean-Philippe: It's undercooked, chef.
Gordon: Oh, my God almighty! (tastes the risotto, then spits it out) Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck off! oh, fuck--come here! Come here! Come here you! What are you doing? Just what the FUCK are you doing?! Every table so far nothing's coming out. You're standing there, you're screwing me and you're fucking useless! What are you doing?!
Josh: Sorry chef.
Gordon: Yeah, do me a favor.
Josh: Yes, chef?
Gordon: (rips Josh's jacket open) Take that off and FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! Get out! Get out! Hey, you, leave the jacket and GET OUT!! GET OUT!!! (throws a spoon at Josh) [follows Josh to the back area; Josh takes his jacket off] Give me the jacket!
Josh: I'm giving you it.
Gordon: Give me the FUCKING jacket! (Gordon takes the jacket from Josh, crumples it up and throws it into the storeroom) Fucking useless sack of shit! Get out!! GET OUT!!!
Josh: (interview; imitates a bomb falling and exploding) I would've given my right arm to stay in this service and keep fighting. I came here with a dream to win. And it appears it's over. It appears that Green Valley Ranch is not in my future. Dreams over guys.

Narrator: The four remaining chefs have managed to move on to desserts. But the moment is anything but sweet.
Rock: What is this? Is this yours?
Jen: That's the ice cream base. Put it over there if you could on the sink. [Rock puts the base on the counter where Bonnie is working. Jen reaches in front of Bonnie for the container.] Asshole!
Rock: You a fucking asshole!
Gordon: Hey, hey, hey! Do you mind? We're not arguing amongst ourselves are we?
Jen: No, chef.
Gordon: Yeah the fucking weak link is gone, now you should start fucking working as a team!
Rock: Don't jump when you say jump!
Bonnie: Stop, stop, stop.
Rock: Who the fuck you think you're talking to.
Bonnie: Stop!
Gordon: I can not run this kitchen like this!
Jen: Big man. Big man.
Rock: Big man shit.
Gordon: SHUT THE FUCK UP!! (bangs the overhead) Enough's enough.
Rock: Big man shit!
Bonnie: You guys, knock it off. Okay, we got one brulee one panicotta and then we're done.
Narrator: Despite the ongoing fighting,...
Rock: Simple ass broad.
Jen: You're crazy.
Narrator:...The aspiring chefs manage to successfully complete dinner service.

Episode Nine [3.09]Edit

[Gordon has introduced his mother to the three remaining chefs]
Gordon: Rock, no cursing.
Rock: No, chef.
Gordon: Never ever in front of your mum.

Episode Ten [3.10]Edit

Episode Eleven [3.11]Edit

[Deleted Scene]
Scott Leibfried: (to Josh right before dinner service) You two need to get it together right fucking now! Don't make any of your stupid fucking things for Rock or I will take you outside and beat the shit out of you! You fuck him over and I'm coming after you! You got it? You got it?
Josh: Yes, chef.
Scott Leibfried: You understand me? Look at my eyes, I am coming for you if you fuck him over! You got it?
Josh: I will not fuck him over.
Scott Leibfried: (to Vinnie) You too!

[Deleted Scene]
Vinnie: How long on the garnish? Chef Scott?
Scott Leibfried: Am I in charge of the garnish now because you two fucking dick-heads can't handle it? Green beans are coming right up. How long on the garnish because you two douchebags can't handle it? "How long on the fucking garnish?" I love that. What's the next pickup?
Rock: Surf and turf snapper?
Scott Leibfried: I'm not fucking talking to either one of you schmucks! Shut your fucking mouths!

Season 4Edit

Episode One [4.01]Edit

[the fifteen chefs enter Hell's Kitchen and meet Jean Philippe. Among them is Gordon in disguise.]
Jean Philippe: Welcome to Hell's Kitchen. You must be all very excited to meet Chef Gordon Ramsay. Actually, I'm quite good at doing an impression of him. "ONE SPAGHETTI! ONE RISOTTO! ONE CRAB! WHAT IS THIS?! NOOOOOOOOOOO! IT'S OVERCOOKED!!" What about you? Can you do a little impression of Gordon?
Shayna: "WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!!"
Jean Philippe: How about you?
Jason: "Come on! Where is it?!"
Jean Philippe: I think you're going to have to work on it. What about you big guy?
Gordon: (steps up front) Jean Philippe, it's time to open Hell's Kitchen.
Bobby: (interview) Damn, he's doing it real good.
Gordon: Come here you! You donkey!
Shayna: (interview) Wait a minute.
Gordon: STOP! Shut it down!
Louross: (interview) I know that voice.
Gordon: That's right. It's me. (removes his disguise. The chefs start screaming and hollering.)
Rosann: (interview) Oh, my God! I've been sitting next to the chef on the bus the whole fucking time!
Dominic: (interview) Whoo! Didn't know it was coming.

[Signature Dishes]
Gordon: Please god, let there be something on the next plate. (reveals Matt's signature dish.) Woah.
Matt: (interview) My signature dish is going to help me stand out, because I'm a true culinary. I understand what Gordon's looking for.
Gordon: What is it?
Matt: I call it Exotic Tartare. Because it's with venison and diver scallops, with caviar and white chocolate and...
Gordon: Whoa stop. Let me get this right again. Either that or I'm just about to be Punk'd. Diver scallops chopped up, caviar and white chocolate. Do you smoke?
Matt: Cigarettes?
Gordon: No. Raw venison, raw quail egg, lime zest, olive oil, scallops, caviar and grated white chocolate. (takes a taste) Capers as well. (chews for about 15 seconds then throws it up in the bin.)
Narrator: After a disastrous start to the signature dish tasting, Chef Ramsay has lost more than just his hope.
Gordon: That must be one of the worst combinations I've ever tasted in 21 years of cooking. Piss off will you?
Matt: (interview) I really don't understand what Chef Ramsay didn't like about the dish. I'm a little boggled on that.
Gordon: (picks up the platter and throws it into the trash can) Unreal!

Narrator: With Rosann's dish receiving a good review from Chef Ramsay, things might be looking up.
Gordon: (reveals Petrozza's dish, which is a whole pumpkin) Oh, fuck me...
Narrator: ...Or are they?
Gordon: What in the fuck? Happy Halloween?
Petrozza: (interview) People ask me what my speciality is. But, I don't have a speciality; I can cook anything.
Gordon: What is that?
Petrozza: There's a Cornish hen inside, Chef.
Gordon: A Cornish hen? What'd you do to it to get it in there?
Petrozza: It got in there-- I got it in-- I got it in there.
Gordon: Holy shit. (removes the pumpkin) These are potatoes?
Petrozza: Yes, sir.
Gordon: In how much grease and fat and oil did you fry 'em?
Petrozza: There's some butter in there.
Gordon: (holding up the potatoes, letting a ton of grease run off his arm) Some butter in that?
Petrozza: That's a lot of butter.
Gordon: Well, just stop there. That goes in there. (scrapes the potatoes into the bin) And let's see what we got for trick-or-treat, shall we?
Petrozza: Okay.
Gordon: (removes the top of the pumpkin,) Oh, my god... How do you get in there and eat it? I mean, am I missing a trick?
Petrozza: It's plated tableside.
Gordon: Oh.
Petrozza: It's- it's presented like that.
Gordon: Alright, off you go. (Petrozza splits the pumpkin open, revealing a greasy blob of food.) Oh, my god. Okay, stop right there. I don't think I'll get through that, do you?
Petrozza: Okay, no.
Gordon: So, what's the, uh... dish called?
Petrozza: "Hen in a Pumpkin."
Gordon: Right now, looking at that mess, I'd like to stick your fucking head in there, you know that. (tastes the dish) It's dry.
Petrozza: Yeah, well...
Gordon: And the pumpkin's not even seasoned inside, it's bland! You'd have a better chance of sticking a candle in there for Halloween to make me happy than you would sticking a hen in there. Fuck off.
Petrozza: (interview) Chef Ramsay said he was looking for something memorable. And you know, I believe my dish was memorable.

[Petrozza is performing tableside flambés in the dining room.]
Gordon: Petrozza, don't set the room on fire you donkey!

Gordon: Scallops, risotto, how long?
Jason: Right now, right now. [brings his risotto to the pass]
Gordon: Where's the scallops? [Dominic is still holding raw scallops in his hand] What's he done?
Scott Leibfried: They're like little burnt bits of something here.
Gordon: Oh, my God. The rice is overcooked.
Jason: Ow, that's hot!
Gordon: Hey you, come here! I've had enough! You can't even get two fucking dishes together. That's how shit you've been! I don't want any more embarrassments. I JUST WANT TO GO WITH SOME FOOD!!
Narrator: It's over an hour into the first dinner service and Jason is about to get an invitation.
Gordon: Sit down and eat that! I want you to taste what you are trying to serve Hell's Kitchen. Sit down. Let me know when you're done. I'll get dessert!
Jason: (interview) I am horribly embarrassed at myself. I should've fucking stayed home.
Gordon: Stuff your face, you bastard!

Gordon: (to Dominic and his scallops) Touch that. Rubber. They're rubber! They're like a ball elastic bands. It's like a fucking golf ball, GOLF BALL!
Dominic: (interview) I couldn't saute a scallop to save my ass tonight.
Gordon: Everything you cooked, you screwed. Have you ever cooked a scallop before?
Dominic: (interview) Whooooo! What a disaster!
Gordon: He hasn't got the tuna in! Why are you putting more scallops in there? And you're like this on the scallops. (mocks Dominic, holding out his right hand with a shocked face) Oh, fuck ME! SHIT! Bobby, I'm looking for someone to take control of this, you disgusting, embarrassing mess. He (Jason) doesn't give a fuck, he's (Dominic) dreaming, he's (Matt) standing there, pissed his pants and looking for his tartare, caviar and white chocolate crap and he's (Louross) just running around like a toilet brush. IS ANYBODY GOING TO TAKE CONTROL?!!
Dominic: Jump in there, Bobby. Jump in there, baby.
Bobby: I don't want to jump in! You guys, you guys got it over there! It's going to make so much confusion if I get in over there. You've got six sets of hands over there, you don't need eight sets. I don't want to join the chaos.
Craig: (interview) He's the captain. I mean, to just be like, "Yeah, uh, I don't want to get in this chaos," that's like saying "Fuck you, I quit!"

[After yet another failed attempt by the blue team to serve their first appetizers]
Scott: (with some bland sauce) Yeah, that's bland. It looks terrible.
Gordon: (to the blue team) Come here! Taste that, all of you! (the men come over and start tasting the sauce) Run Dominic! You lazy fucker! And you put your fingers in there. OH, MY GOD! (takes a spoonful out) Look, snot! (tosses the sauce away) Fuck off. (kicks the bins) USELESS FUCKING PIECES OF SHIT!! You all know it's crap, yet not one of you have got the balls to do anything about it!
Jason: I haven't tasted it yet.
Louross: Guys, it's just simple! Go man, come on, just redo it! Season it with a bit of salt and pepper, that's all. (interview) I didn't see anyone taste their food today. You just need to get into your groove, as if you're making love to the kitchen.
Gordon: (to Bobby) Hey, you, take that badge off, give it to that little fucker over there! Thank god someone's got a set of balls!
Bobby: (interview) I'm not the type to be like, "Oh, my God, I'm a bad chef now." No, no, not at all! Louross can have that captain's position. I'm still a general. To me, he's still a private.

Narrator: As Louross tries to whip the blue team into shape, the red team has served appetizers to three more tables.
Rosann: Are we ready now with that beef?
Corey: We're ready.
Narrator: And are starting their first entrées.
Gordon: (with a piece of chicken) Who cooked this chicken?
Corey: I did chef.
Gordon: Come here! Let's get all together now.
Rosann: Come on ladies!
Gordon: You hold the chicken.
Rosann: Yes sir. Oh shit!
Gordon: Pass it around.
Corey: (interview) I thought a pan was going to get thrown, a glass was going to get shattered. Someone was getting hurt.
Gordon: Throw me the ball. (Sharon throws the chicken to Gordon) Let's fucking...(Throws the chicken hard against the oven) play rounders!
Corey: (interview) It happened to be the chicken so, sorry to the chicken.
Gordon: It's rubber! Plastic dry shit!

[the customers have begun leaving. Jean-Philippe returns to the pass]

Gordon: What's the matter?
Jean-Philippe: They are leaving, chef.
Gordon: What?
[cuts to the leaving diners]
Jean-Philippe: It's going empty.
Gordon: (to both teams) STOP!! Look out there! Your customers have gone! Shut it down! Clear down!

Episode Two [4.02]Edit

[Gordon makes everyone dig into the garbage for all the food that the chefs wasted the night before.]
Gordon: You should be ashamed of yourselves. We're not talking about a couple hundred dollars, we're in for thousands of dollars there just carelessly put in the trash as if no one gives a fuck. You all better start giving a damn. Now go and get showered and meet me in the kitchen. You stink!

Bobby: (interview) I've never been on a yacht before. The only boat I've gotten close to was The Love Boat on TV.

Gordon: Is it really too much to know the menu inside and out? Eat, drink, sleep, breathe it? I've got 3,000 dishes between my ears. Pathetic.

[Gordon checks on tenderloins brought up by Petrozza]

Gordon: I's not even fucking hot! (calls Petrozza) Come here, Petrozza! Oh, here we fucking go. Touch that. You, touch that. (to Bobby) Please touch that. There you go. Touch, touch, touch, touch, touch, touch.
Petrozza: It's rare. It's rare. It needs more fire.
Gordon: AWWWWWWWWW, [throws spoon] SHIT! SHIT!!

[Sharon brings her meat to the pass]

Gordon: (to Sharon) Where's the beef?
Sharon: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: (reads a ticket) Two salmon, one beef, one wellington. Unbelievable. Have you asked Christina?
Sharon: No, I didn't. I thought it was coming. She (Christina) just yelled that it was coming.
Gordon: You're not really a chef, aren't you? You're just a showgirl with a big feather coming out of your arse.

Gordon: You (Christina) and you (Sharon) are putting the kitchen to shit. Can you move and wake up a bit, please, yes?
Christina: Yes, chef!
Gordon: You're both pissing around like a pair of Barbie twins! (Sharon sticks her tongue out) Sharon, you're scaring me. You look like a female version of fucking Hannibal Lecter. Put your fucking tongue in and concentrate.
Sharon: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Hannibal!

[Matt's garnish pan catches fire]
Gordon: Watch, he's going to set this place on fire. What the fuck are you trying to do? You can't fucking win in here so you set the place on fire! Is that your little game?
Matt: No, chef.
Gordon: Is that your little motive?
Matt: No, not at all chef.
Gordon: Yeah? I've never seen such fucking flames from gnocchi!
Matt: Sorry chef, won't happen again.

Jean-Philippe: (to a customer) It's raw? Okay, we'll do another one for you. (brings the dish to the pass)
Gordon: Oh, fuck off...
Jean-Philippe: That's Table 31, Chef. This is not cooked.
Gordon: Blue? Come here, you!! Oy, all of you, come here!! [to Sharon] You've stopped, [to Christina] you've given up, [to Matt] you're setting the place on fire, [to Jason] and you're sending me raw fish, that's fucking cold and fucking raw!
Jason: It's not mine.
Gordon: "It's not mine." How dare you. It's just come back from the table!!
Jason: Oh, okay.
Gordon: SHUT IT DOWN!! [to Jean-Philippe] GET THE FUCKERS OUT!!!

Gordon: Sharon clearly showed great attention to detail. Unfortunately, it wasn't for her cooking. It was for her makeup.

Episode Three [4.03]Edit

Narrator: As the men go off for a day of hard labor, Chef Ramsay and the women are off to the Sunset Strip. Little does Chef know...
Gordon: Okay. Off we go.
Narrator: One of Hell's Kitchen's former chefs is a regular at the Saddle Ranch.
[The mechanical bull turns around, and it reveals that it's Aaron on the mechanical bull]
Aaron: Yee-hah! Howdy Chef Ramsay!
Gordon: Oh, my God.
Aaron: (goes over and hugs Gordon) Good to see you Chef.
Gordon: I feel like crying. (pretends to cry) [flashback to season 3 where Aaron cried minutes before service]
Aaron: (laughs) Don't cry, Chef!

Gordon: Jason, you're on desserts. Don't eat any.

Ben: Salmon, medium.
Scott: (spots that the salmon is burnt) What's wrong with that salmon?
Ben: It's a little, uh...
Scott: WHY WOULD YOU GIVE IT TO ME IF IT'S BURNT?!?
Ben: (interview) I sent up, you know, perfect medium salmon, and he sent it back. It had a little, uh, tiny burnt edge on the side. I mean, this is craziness.
Gordon: You can't cook a fucking salmon?
Ben: I can cook a salmon, chef. Yes I can. Just a lot of pressure, different kitchen, different... different cooking techniques than I'm used to.
Gordon: Cook me a salmon, medium. Can you do that.
Ben: Yes chef.
Gordon: "Different techniques?"

Narrator: While General Bobby feeds his troops in the Blue dining room, customers on the Red side are sending out distress signals.

[Cut to a table, where customers have spelled "S.O.S" with pieces of bread.]

Narrator: ...But the diners aren't the only ones in need of rescue.

[Cut to the Red kitchen, where Rosann's meat pan catches fire.]

Gordon: Oh, no. Oh, no, come on. Stop. Stop. Stop! Stand back! Stand back! Stand BACK!! [removes the meat from the pan] There's cooking, in this fucking bonfire-- STAND BACK!! Same shit, different day. [throws the pan in the sink, where the fire blows up, then dies.] This is fucking embarrassing!!
Rosann: (interview) My mind is racing, my heart is pounding...
Gordon: That's not a fucking saute pan, that's a FURNACE!!! LOOK AT THE MEAT!!!
Rosann: (interview) I blew four pieces of meat on there. It was just really horrible for me. I'm hopin' I'm never going to have that happen again.
Gordon: IT'S SCORCHED!!! Cooking, my arse!!

Narrator: As the Red team, once again, starts over on their entrées, Jason starts preparing his first desserts.
Jason: Is this the right way to do it? I hope it is. (interview) I don't have a clue on this earth what I'm doing. I hate desserts! They're tedious! Women can make desserts, y'know? It ain't my thing. [to Louross] ...5 minutes for the creme brulee, so I have two of those in.
Louross: Your creme brulee's done already!
Jason: No, it's not. That's not cooked.
Louross: That's cooked!
Jason: Oh, Jesus Christ. (interview) The soufflés looked like muffins in a cup! I don't know what was wrong, because I don't know desserts, but I know they would not come up for nothing!
Gordon: Jason!
Jason: Yes?
Gordon: What's happening with the desserts?
Jason: The souffles are not coming out at all; they're sticking!
Gordon: Come here a minute.
Jason: Okay. (goes over to Gordon) I cannot get them to come up, they're sticking really bad, they look like shit, they look like muffins.
Gordon: (in a fast tone) So, are we going to take it off the menu, are we going to do something constructive, are we going to do anything about it...
Jason: I'm, I'm trying something new. I'm going to take some sugar and rub it around the rim, and try to get that... and... that's what I'm trying to do right now.
Gordon: You're going to get some sugar and rub it around the rim?
Jason: Sugar- no, no--sugar, butter, and the cocoa powder, and see if that keeps them from sticking. (Gordon gors over to the hotplate and repeatedly bangs his head on the counter)

Scott: Salmon, chef.
Gordon: Ohhh, I've got a fucking headache... (checks the salmon, which is undercooked) Ben! (pounds the counter) Salmon's raw in the middle!
Ben: Oh, maybe a little longer?
Gordon: It's pink! Come here you, hey, stop! (calls the blue team) Come here!
Gordon: [starts distributing pieces of salmon to the members] That was just brought to me, taste. Taste, taste, yeah, yeah? (pounds the workstation and kicks the bin) FUCK! SHIT!! What in the fuck is GOING ON?! (kicks the bins) All of you come here! Get in there! (the red kitchen) Let's put one shit mess with another shit mess! Get in there! There you go, join forces. We've gone backwards! And you're (Vanessa) just all over the place! And you're (Jason) just hopeless! And you (Ben) don't care! Pathetic! And then you look at me gormless like the salmon's raw when it was requested medium. And what did you say?
Ben: Different techniques.
Gordon: (throws his towel at Ben) FUCK OFF! Not good enough! I'm not going to continue this any longer. Winning team? Forget it! What's so fucking complicated?! Christina, you made an effort to get all the appetizers out. Thank god! Unfortunately, we got screwed when it came to the first entrée. You've got to go upstairs and nominate one individual that's leaving here.
Christina: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Petrozza, you stayed with it. Your mind was clear. The attitude was strong. Get upstairs and think about who you are going to nominate. One from the blue and one from the red. Now GET OUT!
Red and Blue team: Yes, chef.

[Bobby waves to some ladies that he served tableside]

Gordon: Bob come here. Yeah I wouldn't go around looking for applauders right now. Right now is the wrong FUCKING TIME! GET OUT!!!
Bobby: Yes.
Gordon: Jackarse waving at them! What do we have to wave about?! I don't care! GET OUT!!!

Episode Four [4.04]Edit

[Ben has to clean up all the manure outside the restaurant.]
Scott: This is what happens when you don't win challenges Ben.

Narrator: 45 minutes into dinner service, blue diners are enjoying their appetizers.
Boy: The onion rings are good. I like them.
Narrator: The onion rings are getting positive reviews.
[Cut to a blue table where a boy is biting into a raw chicken wing cooked by Matt]
Narrator: The chicken however...
Gordon: (As Jean-Philippe returns the chicken.) Oh no. Oh no! Raw chicken?
Jean-Philippe: Yeah, raw chicken chef.
Gordon: Oh fucking hell. GENTLEMEN!! (slams the plates down) RAW CHICKEN! Matt! (kicks the bins.) Pink and bloody! (Throws the chicken in the bin) Come here you fucking prick!
Matt: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What the fuck are you doing?
Matt: Yes, chef. Sorry chef, it won't happen again.
Craig: (interview) Oh, my God. That's pretty major. If a kid is biting into a chicken wing that's raw, that's just fucking nasty.
Gordon: It's the tartare again with you isn't it?
[Flashback to day 1 where Matt's Exotic Tartare made Gordon vomit.]
Gordon: That's what it is, isn't it? That's what you can do?
Matt: No it's not chef. (interview) I was this close to his face and I didn't even blink at him.
Gordon: You can manage to fuck up raw food. WAKE UP!!
Matt: Yes, chef! (interview) I'm not going to break. I'm not here to break. He's not going to break me as a person.
Gordon: [angrily pushes pans on the workstation] DONKEY!!

[Gordon checks on burgers brought up by Matt]

Gordon: Why's the fucking burger's so small? (calls Matt) Hey you, Matt!
Matt: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here with those burgers. Why are we cooking the burgers off so early on? They're like ice hockey pucks! [Throws the burgers to Louross, Petrozza and Bobby] Catch. Catch, catch, there you go. Hey look, there you go. Up, up. Are we a fast food joint now?
Blue team: No, chef!
Gordon: And you're standing there with your little balls are fucking, look at them, FUCKING SHIT! [throws a burger hard against the refrigerator] (to Bobby) Bobby? Can someone get a grip in here?! CAN WE NOT COOK A BURGER TO ORDER?!
Blue team: Yes, chef!!
Gordon: Then DO IT!! [kicks the bins]

Ben: This is what we've been talking about!
Bobby: Go big Ben!
Ben: What's up? [high five's Bobby] They can't break us! Not tonight! Not tonight!
Gordon: Ben, I can see it from here. Glad you think it's one big old fucking jolly!
Ben: (interview) I was just telling Bobby, "Hey man, good job!" You know.
Gordon: Wasting my fucking time, effort and fucking money. Okay, what's the joke?
Ben: We were just congratulating each other, because we're getting the food out. That's all we were doing.
Gordon: [points at the blue team's remaining tickets] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 tables of entrees to go, they've got two tables to go. So, if I was you, I'd dig deep, touch your balls and wake up!

Gordon: Hey, Craig! Four macaroni, one burger, one spaghetti of clam, and you've given me meatballs. One's called a fucking meatball, and one's called a clam. Spaghetti is clam, meatball is meatball. Where's the spaghetti of clams?
Craig: Right here, chef.
[Gordon eats a piece of spaghetti, and instantly spits it back out]
Gordon: Fuck! (kicks a bin) Raw!
Ben Caylor: Don't worry about it. Start over, fast.
Craig: I got it, I got it, I got it.
Gordon: So, how long?
[Craig tries to snatch a pair of tongs from Bobby]
Craig: I got it.
Bobby: (pulling the tongs back) These are mine.
Gordon: He doesn't even answer you, look. He doesn't even give you an answer.
Ben Caylor: Craig, answer the chef already!
Craig: TWO MINUTES!!
Narrator: While the men wait two minutes for Craig's spaghetti...

[After completing service, the red team comes in to help the blue team.]
Gordon: Jen, stand next to Chef Ben. Cook with him.
Ben: (interview) The thing is, it's embarrassing that chef called them in to come help.
Gordon: (to Ben) Look at the current situation. Now, go around and slap yourselves in the back now then.
Ben: I thought we were close chef, but I was wrong.
Gordon: You thought you were fucking close. Let's give a big round of applause to the captain who hit an iceberg on the fucking Titanic. Shayna.
Shayna: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Stay next to Chef Craig.
Shayna: What do you need?
Craig: I got it. I got it. I got it.
Shayna: (interview) "I got it. I got it. I got it."
Shayna: What do you need?
Craig: I got it.
Shayna: Don't tell me you got it. What do you need? (interview) Chill! Take the help. Even if it's from a girl.
Louross: Just push out the plates. Let's just do it and just end the day.
Gordon: Away now, one crab cake, one meatballs, one clam, one Caesar.
Louross: (to Craig) How long?
Gordon: How long for the fucking clam?
Shayna: You're burning, you're burning.
Gordon: He's not even giving me an answer.
Matt: Come on, answer him, please!
Gordon: He's making me feel fucking nervous!
Craig: (burns his hand) Fuck!
Gordon: Hello?!
Ben: Let's just go! Craig, Craig, the pasta's ready! Come on!
Gordon: How long for the fucking clam?
Craig: It's coming up right NOWWWW! Fucking listen! (angrily throws a pan to one side)
Gordon: Oh, my fucking god.
Rosann: You got some attitude, son!

Gordon: Ben, what you've done and the ambitions, you do seriously surprise me.
Ben: Thank you, chef, I was hoping you'd see that. I mean, I give it all I've got. Gave you a hundred and ten.
Gordon: You surprise me to how shit you are!
Ben: Oh... thank you.
Gordon: I was expecting more. Hey, maybe you shouldn't have quit your fucking day job so early!

[Matt, Craig and Ben are nominated for elimination]
Gordon: All three of you should walk through that door.
Ben: I'm just going to keep giving you 100% chef. Every day.
Matt: I'm going to give you 125%.
Craig: I don't know percentages but just over that.

Gordon: I can teach someone how to cook but Craig was a bad cook with an even worse attitude. There was no hope for him.

Episode Five [4.05]Edit

Gordon: [checking Rosann's runny mashed potatoes] Oh come on! You, fucking piss cream. What is that shit?
Rosann: Oh, I'm sorry.
Gordon: Fuck off, will you yeah? Is that how you're going to fucking respect these tables?
Rosann: Absolutely not chef.
Gordon: "Absolutely not chef."
Rosann: (interview) I started getting really fucking frustrated because I couldn't catch up and I was just falling behind. So it was only just getting more and more hectic for me.
Gordon: I don't know when you're going to think about waking up but hey, soon I would appreciate it madam.
Rosann: Yes chef.
Gordon: Pathetic. This is what you're doing... [taps the spoon on the veg pan] Would you stop tapping and start concentrating?!
Rosann: Okay, my mistake chef.
Gordon: Oh, fucking right it was your mistake! I need the mashed and the carrots now!
Rosann: Yes chef.
Gordon: Mashed, carrots now! I can't go unless I've got the veg! What is going on Rosann? Oh my god, almighty. This is fucking meltdown. Out of the way please. [tastes the mashed potatoes] Oh, fucking hell! No salt. [to the servers] Go, go, go. Send the vegetables separate. She gets confused over a fucking vegetable [Rosann now brings the garnish to the pass] Fuck off will you yeah? FUCK OFF! They're gone! Get away! The lamb, wellington's already gone! Fuck all! [sits in fetal position] Rosann!
Rosann: Yes chef.
Gordon: Not good enough!

Episode Six [4.06]Edit

Gordon: Every 16 year-old girl filled out these comment cards this evening. Gentlemen, out of all the customers you cooked for tonight, 98% of them said they'd come back. Brilliant! Ladies, on the other hand... 99% of your customers would come back. (the women cheer loudly, while the men look dismayed) Actually, tonight, there's no losing team. I can't seriously decide on a winning team on a difference of 1%.
Matt: Thank you, chef, for your generosity...
Gordon: Fuck the generosity, Matt. Both teams think of one individual, up for elimination, to leave Hell's Kitchen tonight. Now, piss off.
Matt: (interview) Chef Ramsay still wants two people chosen, and I'm going to be the one chosen for the blue team, and now I'm packing my bags.

Gordon: Matt, you've peaked, right?
Matt: No, chef, I haven't peaked yet.
Gordon: So why should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Matt: Chef, I should stay in Hell's Kitchen because I was pushed and bullied off of my section tonight, while others on my team was hiding behind one person.
Gordon: Who pushed you off your section?
Matt: Bobby pushed me off of my section.
Gordon: You hid behind Bobby!
Matt: Ben hides behind Bobby! Not me.
Gordon: He took over your section!
Matt: He pushed me off my section, would not let me back on...
Gordon: Look at the size of you! There's 250lbs in there. Louross's balls are bigger than yours!
Matt: I don't even have a voice in my kitchen, no-one listens to me. I guarantee you, if you put me on the red team, you will see the failure in the blue team.
Gordon: You want to cook with the girls?
Matt: I have no shame in working with women in the kitchen chef.
Gordon: Un-fucking real.

[After eliminating Shayna]
Gordon: Oh, and by the way, "Mattie."
Matt: Yes, chef?
Gordon: First thing tomorrow morning, you're cooking with the girls.
Matt: Thank you, chef.

Episode Seven [4.07]Edit

[Before the final round of the blind taste test]
Gordon: Now, listen up. There's been some great rivalries out there. Yankees versus Red Sox.
Matt: Go Yankees!
Gordon: Tyson versus Holyfield, yes? Now, ladies and gentlemen, Matt versus Ben! Let's go.

Gordon: Ben! Quickly, here. (Ben slowly comes to the pass) Look at him, speedy, quickly, yeah? Just touch that, you can see how pink it is already. Fucking hell. I just want you to know what you're doing! None of you are communicating, no-one's going together, no-one's making eye contact, and no-one's reminding each other as a team!
Ben: Chef, I'm not used to the brigade system. It takes a little time to get adapted to it, and... that's it.
Gordon: Hey, do you know what? You are so fucking sad. Every time I ask you something, you give me the limpest excuse, you know that.
Ben: I'm just being honest with you.
Gordon: Yeah, I know that. I'm being fucking honest with you!
Matt: (to Jen) I love it. He's getting his ass kicked tonight.
Gordon: You're one of the most fucking saddest I've ever met in a fucking kitchen. "It takes a little time. I can't get used to this." Sounds like the fucking weirdo on Dr. Phil!

[Gordon checks on langoustine brought up by Rosann]

Gordon: Oh, fucking hell, what is she doing? Put the pan down! Put it down! Put the pan down! Just fucking let go. Look, this is where you are. Just stop, this is where you are. Touch that. [Jen walks away] Hey, hey, just come here! Fucking come here! All of you. That's you as well stroppy face. I don't know what it is with you, but you've given up and it fucking shows! The way you mope, the way you turn and the fucking chips on your shoulder. I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
Jen: (interview) Well, what the fuck? You don't want me say nothing so I'm not going to say shit! Now, that I'm not saying nothing, you're pissed off because I'm not saying nothing. I just can't win for losing!
Gordon: Touch that!
Rosann: It's shit.
Gordon: Yeah, it's shit. [throws the langoustine at Matt] You're fucking right it's shit! [to Matt] Did it hurt?
Matt: No, chef.
Gordon: Fucking sue me! Hey, look at me because the response is fucking shocking. No one gives a damn! Now I've got raw, stone cold, fucking langoustine! RAW, STONE COLD, LANGOUSTINE!
Rosann: Yes chef.

Gordon: How long for those two wellingtons?
Ben: I have that wellington, chef.
Gordon: Come here, you. What is going on? You've got one. Which one have you got?
Ben: I've got both of the wellingtons.
Gordon: Listen to me. Which one is ready?
[long pause]
Ben: There is nothing ready on that ticket yet.
Gordon: I'm aware you've GOT them! I need to tell the customers how fucking long.
Ben: Give me six minutes, please, chef.
Gordon: For a well-done wellington?
Ben: Yes, chef. (interview) Back at home, I ran kitchens for years and, you know, no problem. It's just that he comes over there and gets so fucking riled up, and then he gets you all fluster-fucked, and you don't know what you're doing! (to Petrozza) Petrozza, where's the mise-en-place for the lamb? Because I'm going to be three short.
Gordon: What?!
Petrozza: I'll wrap you some lamb, just as soon as I-
Gordon: (to Ben) Hey, come here you! SAY THAT AGAIN?! What time did that ticket come on?
Ben: 6:30.
Gordon: And what time is it now?
Ben: (looks at the wall clock) 8 o'clock.
Gordon: You're joking?! They've fired the fucking entrees, and you're telling me now?
Ben: I got it, chef. I'll take care of it.
Gordon: Ohhh, fucking hell...
Matt: Damn, Jen. And I was the problem over there? (interview) Ben wanted to use me as a scapegoat and put me out there. Said that I'm the weakest, and I hide behind everyone. The scapegoat's there, and you got no-one to blame. You can't cook, buddy!
Gordon: (to Ben) Can you fucking wake up? I'm coming to the end of it, now!

[Jean-Philippe has just returned some food to the pass]
Gordon: What table is that?
Jean-Philippe: Uhm, blue side, chef. They're requested well done, and it's blood all over.
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. Ohhh... (to Ben) There you go, there you go! (slams the plates on Ben's station) Requested well done! Now look at it, then! SCHMUCK!! JERK!! (kicks the bins)
Ben: (interview) I have a lot of pride in myself and what I do. I'm just going to keep working and try and get the food out. That's all you can do.
Gordon: Anything to say? It's easy for you, that's your fucking problem. You've had it fucking easy, you're not even busting a gut.
Matt: (to the Red Team) Karma really bites you in the ass.
Gordon: All fucking night you've taken it easy. And listen, hey, look at me. STOP IT! Switch it off. You're not sending any more shit out of here, you've sent enough. Take it easy, you deserve it. You got a hard night.
Ben: Are we done? Cause if we're not, I'm going to complete my station tonight, chef.
Gordon: SHUT IT DOWN! TURN IT OFF, YOU DICK! (Matt laughs again) STOP IT!

Episode Eight [4.08]Edit

Gordon: Okay, two beef, one wellington, one salmon.
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: (points to Matt) You, come here you! Come here, round here! Look at those pieces of meat there. You've got one fucking large one, one medium one and one small one. What are you doing?
Christina Machamer: (interview) Matt's meat, all three were totally different. Are you serious?
Gordon: That's not good enough for me. So there you go. There's the daddy, there's the mommy, there's the fucking baby. Supposing that's the critic's table; one has that (large piece of beef) and another's got that (small piece of beef). (Picks up the small piece) Supposing that's medium-well. What happens?
Matt: It'll definitely shrink. (interview) The tenderloins really do shrink when they cook. I know better than that. I'm an idiot.
Gordon: Look at it! We're fucked! (pounds the counter) What did I say to you? I'm looking for everything.
Matt: Yes, chef. Got it, chef.
Gordon: Don't piss around now, yeah? That's bullshit!
Matt: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Hey, Mr. Inconsistent. Wake up.
Matt: Yes, chef!

Christina: How are you doing Rosann?
Gordon: Where's the fucking garnish? [Rosann's garnish pan catches fire] That's burned! Hey madam, come here. Why are you burning veg?
Rosann: It was an accident chef.
Corey: (interview) Rosann just doesn't know how to organize herself. She gets herself worked up and burns garnishes...
Gordon: The beef is cooked and I still haven't got the garnish.
Corey: (interview)...and it screws up the rest of the team.
Gordon: You're not trustworthy on service! I'm nervous with you in the kitchen! We haven't got the garnish, Rosann!
Rosann: I'm have to tell you as a profession, this is the last order of gnocchi that I have and I'm going to be short on the last order.
Gordon: Oh...fucking shit.
Rosann: I'm sorry. Sorry chef.
Gordon: I'm sorry you're here. Oh fucking hell. Carrot puree! How long?
Matt: Chef's calling for carrot puree.
Rosann: Carrot puree?
Gordon: Carrot puree!
Corey: Carrot puree, let's go.
Gordon: Where's the carrot puree? Where is it? Rosann!
Rosann: I'm running out of c...carrot puree.
Gordon: Oh, my God almighty. [goes over to the glass window and repeatedly bangs his head] Fuck me.
Rosann: How about some carrots chef? I'll give you baby carrots chef. Carrots or mash? I've got plenty of mash!

[Matt is cutting his beef]

Gordon: Matt, from here, they look raw. THEY LOOK RAW!!
Merrill Schinder: The Red kitchen is a disaster.
Matt: I got it, chef.
Gordon: Can you get the beef back in the fucking oven?!
Christina Machamer: (to Matt) How long, Matt?
Matt: I don't know anymore.
Christina Machamer: Come on, Matt! Bounce the fuck back!
Matt: I fucking hear it!
Corey: Let's go, Matt. Let's get that up.
Matt: Fuck!
Gordon: Beef, chicken, wellington. How long?
Matt: Coming to the pass. (brings his meat to the pass)
Gordon: [checking Matt's tenderloins] Oh, fuck. Here we go. Chef Matt, there's the beef. Now it looks like a pile of shit! And you have the nerve to give me that with the critics out there. Hey, hey, fuck, you serve it. See what standards you got. Serve it!
Matt: No chef.
Gordon: Stand there and look at the customers.
Matt: Chef, I won't serve it.
Gordon: Hey come here, you as well, and you, you're just as bad. Hey, would you serve that to a critic?
Corey: Definitely not.
Gordon: Would you serve that to a critic? [Rosann shakes her head] Would you serve that to a critic?
Christina: No, chef.
Gordon: Would you serve that to a critic?
Matt: No chef.
Gordon: So, let's get this right, you wouldn't serve it, but you'd give it to me? [Throws the beef on the stove] GET OUT!! GET OUT! GET OUT!! Upstairs! Fuck off will you?!

Episode Nine [4.09]Edit

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with filet mignon]
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell! Oh, come on. Louross! Raw steak!!
Louross: Ohhhhhh.
Gordon: And he goes like this, "Ohhhhhh." as if he's performing for the Oscars. If your fucking cooking was as good as your acting, you'd be talented, you dick!
Louross: (interview) It started off good and then all of the sudden, it fucking went down hill.
[Jean-Philippe returns again with filet mignon]
Gordon: What's the matter?
Jean-Philippe: Twenty-three. They're all medium rare.
Gordon: Oh fuck me! Ohhhhh. Louross! Come here, you! Let's go and you touch it well. Come on, touch! (touches the raw steak on his hand)
Jen Gavin: Blue, chef! BLUE!
Gordon: Yeah, it's raw. How could I get down on my knees. Yeah, it's fucking raw! Hey, look at me! Is that better? It's raw, you fucking idiot!
Jen Gavin: (interview) Louross is really just dropped the ball to horrific, horrendous, it's just horrible. He just could not handle meat station at all.
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell! Oh, come on.
Louross: (to himself) This is not good at all.
Gordon: [after Jean-Philippe returned again with filet mignon] Hey, you, you, you, come here! Look at that... look! Three of the have come back! You put your team into shit!
Louross: (interview) I hate the word "filet mignon" out, I do seriously. If I ever see another filet mignon, I will like throw it. Oh like, that someone's face.
Gordon: (to Louross) One more fucking steak to the return on you kitchen, I'm closing your kitchen.
Narrator: With the threat of a shut down looming, Louross tries again on the meat station.

Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe) What about the lady on [table] 41 with the fillet mignon?
[cuts to table 41]
Jean-Philippe: They just left, chef.
Gordon: They just left? (calls out Louross) Hey, come here you! The customer's gone! Customer's fucking GONE! (tears the ticket then throws it to Louross) SHIT!! (kicks the bins)

[Sous-Chef Scott checks on a dessert brought up by Jen Gavin]

Scott: It's not even cooked.
Gordon: Is it raw?
Scott: Yeah.
Gordon: (to Jen) Watch, watch. There you go. (drains some liquid from the dessert and drops the dessert on the plate) Hey, FUCK OFF!!! Dumb Jen, turn your stove off!

Gordon: Louross was never short on energy. He was just short on cooking ability.

Episode Ten [4.10]Edit

Gordon: [sees Matt eating] Why are you eating?
Matt: I'm not. I'm ta--.
Gordon: COME HERE YOU, YOU FUCKING IDIOT! I'm standing here struggling to get food out, I just watched you turn and eat!
Matt: I'm tasting my wellingtons, chef.
Gordon: (points to the customers) They're struggling and you're going to be the one fucking eating!
Christina Machamer: (interview) Matt, are you kidding me?
Gordon: Can I get some meats out here, please?
Matt: Yes, chef!

Narrator: With food finally leaving the kitchen, all Chef Ramsay wants...
Gordon: Why are we going with this table?
Matt: I'm coming up with it, chef! (brings his meat to the pass)
Narrator: ...is to keep it going.
[Gordon returns to the workstation with meat brought up by Matt]
Gordon: All of you, just fucking come here! You (Corey) as well with your burned! This is what I'm pissed off! Touch that. That [wellington] is fucking raw, and that [beef] is fucking what? Look at the color of it. [Matt tries to retrieve the meat; Gordon knocks his hand away, gets a filet and wellington and angrily throws them in the bin] I'm asking you the question! SHIT!! I'm asking you the question, what is it?! It's overcooked!!
Corey: (interview) Matt seems to be like a 5-year old trapped in a 35-year old body. He doesn't know when to stop.
Matt: (gets a ticket at the pass) Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Oh, please. Don't touch me.
Matt: I have a migraine.
Gordon: Oh, can you fuck... I need the ticket here! (Matt leaves the pass, Gordon asks him) What's going next?
Matt: I'm busy getting yelled at.
Gordon: Fucking idiot, come here! What did you say then? You're busy getting what?
Matt: No, chef.
Gordon: You just gave me overcooked meat, overcooked fucking filet, overcooked. Now you're saying "I'm getting yelled at!"
Matt: (interview) It wasn't my fault when everyone else fell behind. I'm the big team player, I just don't team players around me.
Gordon: So don't start acting fucking smarmy with me while we're standing here in the shit, whereas you put me in the shit!
Matt: I can't fucking concentrate anymore.

Gordon: Salmon, John Dory, chicken, wellington, fillet mignon, rib eye!
Christina: Guys, how long now?
Matt: I don't know, I'm trying to work on my migraine.
Corey: (interview) Matt is someone who is excuses for himself. Absolute fucked in a headache you know, come on pull through it. He's a cry baby and he is definitely getting more insane by in a minute. (to Matt) Matt, how long on the fillet?
Matt: (to Corey) I'll tell you in a second. (holds a well cooked fillet mignon) three minutes.
Gordon: You guys are a fucking bunch of losers. (to Matt) What's going, Matt? What's going?
Matt: Two risottos, one fillet, one lamb and fish (salmon).
Christina: No!
Gordon: No, that's right. No. He's got migraine. Look! Hey, look at there, Scott!
Bobby: (laughs) Oh, fuck!
Matt: Not funny. I got a medical pills and I work through it.
Gordon: He's got a migraine. Come here in a minute and let me just tell you something, you have a migraine? (quietly, to Matt) I've had one ever since you walked in here. Why have you just forty-two minutes ago to completely forgot and give you a favor?
Matt: I have no feeling in my hands--.
Gordon: No feeling in your hands? Yeah, come here. [holds Matt out to the kitchen] Go upstairs the dorm and lie down, yes? Lie down.
Matt: But I want to work through it.
Gordon: (loses his temper) GET OUT! FUCKING GET OUT!! (rekindles Matt) "I got a migraine?" Fuck off! Fucking useless piece of shit!

Christina: Oh, shit! (holds the rice and burns her hand) Who the fuck left this rice on here, guys?
Gordon: What is that?
Christina: It's burnt rice, Chef.
Gordon: Who put that on there?
Christina: I don't know, Chef.
Jen Gavin: Sorry Chef. I forgot about it.
Gordon: Fucking useless. [scrapes the burnt rice and throws it on a chopping board]
Christina: (interview) Jen burnt the rice. It was sitting on my station, all she has to do and say, "Hey, I'm putting this rice here."
Gordon: (quietly to Jen) Get out. Get out and get to the dorm. GET OUT! I'm not fucking around now. Get out.
Jen Gavin: (interview) I completely forgot that I put the rice on. I feel bad for that and that was my honest mistake.
Gordon: (to Christina) Hey, she put it on, you've been standing next to it for an hour, you take off your apron and fuck off as well!
Christina: Yes, Chef.
Petrozza: (interview) Oh, my God! It is been a crazy night.
Gordon: Hey, all of you. Fuck yourselves. Get out! GET OUT!!! Fuck off will you?! Oooohh, shit!

Gordon: There once was a boy named Matt, whose kitchen performance fell flat. He was far from neat, miserable on meat, so I kicked him out and that's that.

Episode Twelve [4.12]Edit

[Christina brings carrot puree to the pass]
Gordon: Yeah, anything piping hot-- [grabs the handle of the pan and burns his hand] Ah, shit! Fuck! Ah shit! Don't stop and look stupid like some thick cow!
Christina: Yes chef.
Gordon: Aw, fuck! Fuck's sake. [cools his hand with cold water] Christina, the handle was over the flame. The fucking handle's over the stove, at least say something to somebody.
Christina: Yes chef.
Gordon: Now, you're just acting like a fucking idiot. Yes?
Christina: No chef.
Jen: (interview) Chef Ramsay was burning bad by Christina today. I know he was pissed!
Gordon: SHIT!
Jen: (interview) Ooh, Christina messing up over there for real.
Gordon: Fuck me!
Corey: Do not burn the chef!
Gordon: Fuck! Look at me and I'm fucking serious now. If a handle is over the fucking flame, say something will you please yes?
Christina: Yes chef.
Gordon: One more time and you're fucking finished!
Christina: (interview) I just burned Chef Ramsay. That's really not cool. My mistake. Not gonna happen again, trust me.
Gordon: Garnish please!
Christina: Coming right now chef. Coming chef.
Gordon: [grabs the handle and burns his hand again] Aw, shit! Fucking hell! I'm getting fucked here again! Christina, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!
Jen: (interview) When Chef Ramsay burned himself twice, you can smell his skin all across the room burning. I'm like DAMN!!
Gordon: [cools his hand again] SHIT! Hey look, come here you look. [pours cold water over the handle and steam comes off] You're not even fucking telling me.
Christina: (interview) He poured water over the handle of the pot and it sizzled. It was really hot.
Gordon: That's unbearable now.
Christina: I was just like oh, shit!
Gordon: Now I think you're doing it on purpose to fucking wire me up. Hey, you're doing it really well because I'm getting fucked off! If a pan handle is over the fucking flame, say something will you please yes?
Christina: Yes chef!
Gordon: Wake up!
Christina: Yes chef. (interview) (sighs)

Episode Fifteen [4.15]Edit

Gordon: Over the last three months, it has really been a roller coaster ride. We've had plenty of highs and lows, but this season ended on a high. Now it's time for me to get the fuck out of Hell's Kitchen.

Season 5Edit

Episode One [5.01]Edit

Gordon: And the name of the dish is what?
Danny: Mahi Gone Bananas, chef.
Gordon: It looks like you've gone slightly bananas. It's hideous. Back in line.
Danny: (interview) Ramsay's definitely just looking for a rise out of me, which he's going to eventually going to get.
Gordon: So the idea came from where?
Danny: I just pulled it out of my ass, sir.
Gordon: Put it back in there because it sucks.

Gordon: Who's cooked the diapers?
Colleen: No diapers, sir. That's chicken enchiladas with poblano cream sauce. My name's Colleen.
Gordon: Corinne.
Colleen: Colleen.
Gordon: Corinne.
Colleen: COL-leen.
Gordon: What do you do for a living?
Colleen: I am a culinary instructor and I own a recreational cooking school.
Gordon: And were you a trained chef before you set up a school?
Colleen: No, I am not a trained chef.
Gordon: So you're not a trained chef, yet you teach chefs to cook.
Colleen: That's correct.
Gordon: How much do you charge?
Colleen: 300 per three to four hours.
Gordon: Right. Look at the size of it.
Colleen: I feed big Nebraska boys. Would you like me to get you a bite?
Gordon: No, I'll bite it myself. (tries dish, spits it out)
Colleen: Great.
Gordon: You seriously charge $300 to teach people how to make that crap?
Colleen: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I feel like I need some plastic wrap on my arse.
Colleen: (interview) It was extremely difficult to just stand there and keep my mouth shut? (to Gordon) I teach manners, too, chef.
Gordon: Say that again?
Narrator: Cooking instructor Colleen not only offered Chef Ramsay a dish he didn't care for, but an etiquette lesson as well.
Gordon: Okay, please Miss Manners, fuck off back in line.

Gordon: It looks like lamb chops on a bed of ratatouille.
Seth: Uh, that's mine, chef. (interview) To be like Chef Ramsay is my dream. I've read his books, I've visited his restaurant in Manhattan. I think we have very similar styles.
Gordon: How long have you been cooking?
Seth: Fifteen years around.
Gordon: And what is it?
Seth: Cinnamon crusted rack of lamb with a(n) aubergine ratatouille.
Gordon: The ratatouille, what's in there?
Seth: Tomatoes, onion, tomato sauce, tomato paste.
Gordon: (spits out food) How come the aubergine's so sweet?
Seth: There's some honey, uh...
Gordon: Honey in a ratatouille? Uh, is that normal?
Crowd: No, chef.
Gordon: That's the worst dish I've ever tasted. (Seth laughs) Fifteen years to cook that shit and you're laughing. You could make history on being the fastest exit in Hell's Kitchen. And I'm fucking serious, you know that. Back in line. (Seth goes back in line) The quicker you understand how serious I am, the quicker you'll cook better.
Seth: I'll try harder next time, sir. (interview) I thought it looked all right. I think my presentation was good. I know it's a good dish. I gotta prove to him that I can cook my ass off.

[Lacey and Coi are arguing during prep. Gordon approaches Coi]

Gordon: What's the matter?
Coi: This station is fucked up.
Lacey: Come on, Coi.
Coi: (to Lacey) Don't say a fucking thing! (to Gordon) I come over here, there's nothing fucking done, chef. Nothing.
Lacey: (to Coi) Now why don't you tell him that you're threatening me.
Gordon: (to Coi and Lacey) Oh, wait. Right. I'm just about to open the doors, okay? Don't panic. I'm not asking you to be lovebirds, okay?
Coi: Absolutely.
Gordon: Calm down, get a grip and show me some form of composure, yes?
Coi: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Oh, my God!

Gordon: On order six covers, table 20. Two spaghetti, two scallops, one risotto, one Caesar. Entrees, three wellington, get them in!
Robert: [Shouting over Gordon] Ben you guys, get going!
Ben: I'm coming! I'm coming!
Gordon: Hey you. Hey fuck-wit! Come here you. Come here! I'm calling out an order and you just shout over.
Robert: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: You fucking call out the order then. You fuck, FUCKING call out the order!
Robert: I need one Caesar, two scallops, one risotto and two spaghetti now! (interview) Yeah, give me the reins man! Let me drive this bitch!
Gordon: You fucking interrupt me again next time, you're going for an early bath. A big one in the hot tub!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Danny]

Gordon: Danny? Come here, that's you. Overcooked scallops, let's go. It's not exactly rocket science?
Danny: Obviously, chef. [gets pissed; angrily slams his pan]
Gordon: (to Danny) Hey you, come here you.
Danny: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Okay, can you cook like a team member?
Danny: I'll watch their station and my station, chef.
Gordon: How about communicating with them?
Danny: I did, chef.
Gordon: Don't fucking dare start getting fucking pissed with me. Is that clear?
Danny: Chef, yes chef.
Gordon: Good. Now JUST SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!
[power supply shuts down]

[Gordon looks for spaghetti in the Red kitchen]

Gordon: Where's the other spaghetti? [notices Colleen starting a fresh spaghetti in a dirty pan] Madam, come here. (gets Colleen's pan) You're starting a fresh one in dirty pan!
Colleen: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Oh!
Colleen: (interview) The pan that I've already used and I didn't have the chance to wipe it. I felt like an idiot.
Gordon: You teach people how to cook! [slams the pan down on her station]
Colleen: We have no more pans, chef.
Gordon: (gets some pans from Andrea's station) Look! Pan, pan, pan!
Colleen: Thank you, chef.
Gordon: You're going to start a fresh spaghetti in a dirty pan! HOLY CRAP!!

Narrator: Seth is hoping to score high marks with his first entrée.
Gordon: Why's it all fucking mangled?
Scott: He didn't have it ready, and then he sliced it and seared all the chops.
Gordon: Hey, Forrest! Come here you.
Seth: (interview) Ramsay, he keeps calling me "Forrest" as in Forrest Gump. I think it's a great name!
Gordon: You didn't cook it properly temperature wise, so you decided to buckle it and bastardize it. Now you're really having a laugh, yeah?
Ben: (interview) Man, this poor lamb chop just got charred. No excuse for that first lamb.
Gordon: Would you get excited to come here and eat that shit?
Seth: Absolutely not.
Gordon: Yeah, fuck off will you?
Seth: (interview) Listen, I screwed up the lamb, but at the end of the service, Gordon and I will be like peas and carrots once again!

Narrator: It's two and a half hours into the dinner service, and while Colleen has finally mastered the spaghetti, she still has a lot to learn about risotto.
Gordon: Look! (returns to workstation and tastes the risotto) Hey!
Colleen: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Taste!
Colleen: Yes, chef.
[Gordon spits out the risotto in disgust]
Gordon: That's the risotto! That, quite frankly, is the worst risotto I've ever tasted in my entire cooking career. Why's it so sweet? Who put sugar in there?
Colleen: (holds up a pot of sugar) I grabbed this. I thought it was salt.
LA: (interview) Are you fucking kidding me?
Gordon: That... (throws the risotto in the trash) is shit! Oh, my God!

Gordon: Mashed potatoes?
Wil: [brings his garnishes to the pass] Fuck!
Gordon: What are you doing, Wil?
Wil: Sorry, chef. I don't know if this is very hot. (to his team mates) You got a cold sizzle?
Gordon: Dear, oh dear! Wil!
Wil: Yes, chef?
Gordon: You're shit!
Wil: Yes, chef. I am.
Gordon: You are so shit, it's unbelievable!

Gordon: Are you on the garnish now, Robert?
Robert: I just want to help him out (Wil), chef.
Gordon: Charlie's on the garnish, Robert's on the garnish, and Wil is on planet cuckoo.
Charlie: (interview) Wil got threw on a dogs in a garnish station that I may got help him and it's ugly.
Gordon: Wil, there's no one cooking in the kitchen that helped you with the garnish tonight?
Wil: (interview) We are receiving on a Chef Ramsay's wrath. Yeah, that's we suck.
Gordon: Dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Gordon: Garnish, please! (to Wil) What in the fuck are you two doing?
Carol: (interview; sees the customers leaving the kitchen) Oh no! When the customers got up and starting to walk out, I'm shocked.
Gordon: Let's go, 22!
Waiter: 22 just left.
Gordon: Twenty-two. 22 just left.
Giovanni: My table, god it left.
Gordon: (to Robert; tosses the plates to him) Hey! Hey, you! Hey, catch! THEY JUST LEFT! THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT!
Giovanni: The rest of tables got walked out.
Lady: Alright. Out of Hell's Kitchen.
Gordon: Switch it off! NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!! (goes to the red kitchen) Come here, all of you! (calls the blue team) Come here, all of you! Yeah, take a look at there! Pathetic, absolute embarrassment utter crap! Clear down! CLEAR DOWN!!!

Gordon: I found it quite strange that Wil didn't even have the will to succeed. He clearly did not belong in Hell's Kitchen.

Episode Two [5.02]Edit

Gordon: The scallops are cooked, are they?
Colleen: Yes.
Gordon: Why are they still in the pan as they cook? They're going to be overcooked, you stupid cow! Oh, my God! Who cooked the scallops last service? Who was that?
Lacey: I did, chef.
Gordon: Come here you. Show her how to cook a fucking scallop. By the way, she's not charging $300. This is free now. (Colleen) All you've got to do is stand back.
Carol: (interview) Colleen runs a cooking school, but she has no experience on the line and it clearly shows.
Gordon: (to Lacey) Teach madam (Colleen) here how to cook a fucking scallop!
Lacey: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Shit!! Unbelievable!
Lacey: (interview) I almost felt honored in a weird way. (to Colleen) It's okay. It's alright.
Gordon: Ji!
Ji: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Is your ankle hurting?
Ji: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, so is my fucking head! It's throbbing!

[Lacey brings Colleen's scallops to the pass]
Gordon: Thank you, Lacey.
Lacey: You're welcome, chef!
Gordon: Colleen!! Do you see a difference? Pink in the middle, color both sides yes?
Colleen: Yes, I do, chef.
Gordon: By the way, does she (Lacey) charge it?
Colleen: (brief pause) No, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, thank fuck for that. Let's go. God bless Nebraska.

Narrator: Seth and Charlie have delivered their lobster spaghetti to the pass.
[Gordon checks the spaghetti; finds out that there's no lobster in it]
Gordon: There's no fucking lobster in it.
Scott: Doesn't look like it, no.
Narrator: But, it's missing one key ingredient.
Gordon: (returns to the workstation and pushes a pan aside) Hey, fuck-wit! Come here you! Come here!
Charlie: What's this?
Gordon: There's no fucking lobster in it!
Charlie: Shit!!
Gordon: How can you give it to me with no lobster in there?!
Charlie: We're stupid, chef. Apologies.
Gordon: Wake up, Charlie!!
Charlie: Yes, chef! Yes, chef!
Gordon: And you (Seth), docile fucking idiot! What's the dish called?
Seth: Uhm... Uhm...
Gordon: Spaghetti of lobster!!
Seth: (interview) I feel like I just got hit by a train!

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Colleen]
Gordon: Oh, my God! (returns to the workstation) Come here you. Hey, Coi, come here! Carol, Lacey, come here! (to Colleen) Away now, two Wellington, yes, one salmon and one John Dory. Where's the John Dory?
Colleen: (brief pause) I don't have the John Dory.
Gordon: You don't have it. Hey, look, come here, there you go, look at that. (holds up the salmon) Look, look, hold on, hey! Don't run away. IT'S BLACK! On top of that, there's an added bonus. It's fucking raw in the middle.
Colleen: Yes, chef.
[Gordon angrily throws the salmon away]
Gordon: Fucking useless! Fucking shit! You're not a cookery school teacher, are you? You're joking, aren't you?
Colleen: No, I'm not joking, chef. I am a--.
Gordon: Tell me, tell me you're pumping yourself up to make yourself look good. You don't really have a cooking school?
Colleen: No, chef, I own a cooking school. I have a business just like you do.
Gordon: Your fucking business is not like my business. Hey, madam, let's get that fucking right.
Colleen: You're right.
Gordon: YOU'RE ROBBING PEOPLE! YOU'RE A THIEF! I'M CONCERNED FOR THE POOR BASTARDS THAT YOU'VE TAKEN MONEY OFF OF! (sees another piece of salmon burning) Hey, madam, lift that lid off, it looks black.
Colleen: It IS black!
Gordon: GOD!!!
Colleen: Both of them!
Gordon: SHIT! SHIT!!!! IT'S BLACK!
Colleen: Yes, chef.
Gordon: OH, MY GOD!!
Carol: These are burning.
Colleen: I know.
Gordon: Hey madam, madam! GET OUT!! Get on the raw bar. Lacey! Lacey, get on the fish.
Lacey: Yes, chef!
Colleen: (interview) Chef Ramsay's definitely not going to break me. He can ask me to leave, he can kick me out of the kitchen, he can do all those things, but he's not going to break me.

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Giovanni]
Gordon: Giovanni! (returns to the workstation)
Giovanni: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Hey, all of you come here! (Points to Danny) He's cooking his arse off, but surrounded by five muppets, yeah? The temperature's perfect, and I get that bit of shit there, look. I'm not giving that! Would you eat that? [throws the salmon to Seth] Go on, eat it, eat it. (to Seth) Would you eat that?
Seth: No, chef.
Gordon: (to Giovanni) Would you eat that?
Giovanni: No, chef.
Gordon: (comes up to Giovanni) Hey, you'll be pissed off. You got every fucking right to be pissed off. You know that, yes?
Giovanni: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Fucking raw!!
Giovanni: (interview) I've never had a chef come that close to me in my life. He can yell at me from across the kitchen, he doesn't have to get 2 inches away from my face.

[After the end of service]

Gordon: Colleen, you know what they say in the industry. With the people that can't cook? Psst. They teach!
Colleen: That's not true, chef.
Gordon: Well it fucking was tonight!
Colleen: Chef, I know how to cook fish. You made me nervous, I started doing things that I don't normally do, and you have every right to be angry at me for wasting the fish.
LA: (interview) It's like she's talking out of her ass sometimes. I'm like, seriously, just shut the fuck up.
Gordon: You... you frazzle my mind. Every time I look at you, I think "headache."

Gordon: Ji showed great courage. Unfortunately, her injury got in the way of her dream. She had a chance to win this, but sadly we will never, ever know.

Episode Three [5.03]Edit

[during the meat labelling challenge, with both teams both having five correct labels so far]

Seth: (interview) Meat is one of my fortes. I definitely had six, seven out of eight without even looking.
Ben: Ring the bell, ring the bell. Go for it!
[Seth lightly taps the bell]
Gordon: I can't hear that!
Ben: Ring the fucking bell!
[Seth hits the bell harder]
Gordon: Seven wrong for blue, let's go.
Charlie: Holy shit! We're working backwards!
J: (interview) SETH, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Narrator: Seth's poor performance has set the men back. Now Lacey has a golden opportunity to redeem herself with her team.
Carol: Come on, Lacey!
Lacey: (interview) It's my chance to show my team that I can step up, and that I deserve to be here.
Colleen: Come on! We can do this!
LA: Move it, Lacey!
Andrea: (interview) Lacey was just moving things around for the feeling that she was doing something, and you know what, that's no different to how she is in the kitchen.
[Robert rings the men's bell]
Gordon: Six wrong.
Narrator: Robert has only improved on Seth by one.
Carol: (to Lacey) Come on, let's go! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
[Lacey rings the bell]
Gordon: Okay... (sees that Lacey has placed the "bottom round" label near one of the model cow's front legs) Bottom round?! WHAT DOES "BOTTOM" MEAN? One, two, three, four, five, six wrong! Dear oh dear!

Gordon: Why aren't the shrimp on? Get them on! Come on, Charlie.
Charlie: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Unbelievable. A Caesar salad and we're in the shit! [spots that Charlie's cooking cloth has caught fire] Your cloth's on fire! YOUR CLOTH'S ON FIRE!
J: (interview) Charlie, wake the fuck up, man.
Gordon: Get it in the water please, Scott, before he burns the place down.
Charlie: I'm doing my best, chef.
Scott: (throws the cloth in the sink) If that's your best, you might wanna rethink your best a little bit.

Narrator: It's thirty minutes into dinner service, and Ben is trying to impress Chef Ramsay with his speed.
Ben: [bringing some chocolate brownie desserts to the pass] Coming down with desserts. Coming down with desserts...
Narrator: Unfortunately, having dessert ready before the appetizers is not exactly what Chef Ramsay had in mind.
Gordon: Dick-head, put them down. (calls entire team) Hey, all of you, come here. Ben's now bringing me a chocolate fucking brownie. [tosses one dessert on the counter] WHAT'S GOING ON?!
Seth: (interview) I didn't know what was going on, but he brought up dessert four minutes in. I mean, I've done some stupid shit, but that's embarrassing.
Gordon: So, let's do it this way, then. There you go. [puts the desserts on the pass] Ben wants to serve a chocolate brownie before we serve the appetizers.
Ben: No, chef.
Gordon: What are you dreaming on?! Are you stupid?!
Ben: No, chef.
Gordon: You've got cheesecake made as well!
Ben: Yes, chef.
Gordon: We've trashed six desserts before we've sent out fucking appetizers!
Ben: It was my fault, chef. (interview) It was my mistake for not exactly knowing Chef Ramsay's terminologies, but fuck me if the words "pick" and "up" don't mean "give you the desserts!"
Gordon: Have you been drinking or sniffing?
Ben: No, chef.
Gordon: Look at me: Go upstairs for a lie-down.
Ben: No, no, chef!
Gordon: Go upstairs for a lie-down! [leads Ben out of the kitchen, then walks away] Useless. Absolutely useless. [a couple of seconds pass, then Ben quickly returns into the kitchen]

[Lacey returns a Caesar salad to the pass]
Gordon: What's the matter?
Lacey: She just didn't know if there were anchovies on it.
Gordon: You got what you asked for.
Lacey: I know chef.
Gordon: So what did you fuck up? I know you find this is, yeah I know you laugh and it's funny.
Lacey: I'm not laughing! I'm trying not to cry.
Gordon: You're fucking worse than Britney Spears, you jumped up bitch!

[Carol returns to the pass with filet mignon]

Carol: They say they want to brighten it up a little bit, chef.
Gordon: Giovanni, Robert come here! Robert, bounce your way down here. Let's go. [portions the beef] (pounds the counter) Touch it! Touch it!
Giovanni and Robert: It's cold.
Gordon: FUCKING SHIT!! [throws the beef away] It's still walking, that fucking piece of beef!
Danny: (interview) It pisses me off. We have the executive chef of a steakhouse running our grill. Wake up, get it together and put out some decent food.
Gordon: Giovanni!
Giovanni: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Thank fuck I've never been to your steakhouse! It's fucking blue!
Giovanni: Yes, chef!

[after Seth's attempt at butchering the filet mignon, Ramsay has discovered a huge amount of wasted meat]
Gordon: Hey, all of you, here! Quickly! There's the filet, yes? Look at the fucking waste! (Empties the waste onto the counter; the amount of waste is nearly as big as the remaining filet. Seth looks confused, while the other team members look horrified) That's what he took off, and there's the filet. Look at the filet!
Giovanni: (interview) He molested that poor thing! People have gone to jail for less. It looked like he went at it with a jackhammer.
Gordon: We've fucking wasted the most expensive part! (hurls the offcuts to Seth) Look at it! What are you going to do, get daddy to buy you a new one?
Narrator: With only fifteen minutes of dinner service left, Seth has butchered the filet. And possibly the Blue Team's hope of winning dinner service.
Gordon: How can you do that?
Seth: I never butchered a filet before chef.
Gordon: Congratulations, you just have.
Seth: (smiles) Thank you, yes...
Gordon: Hey, smart-arse, not in the right way, you fucking bozo!
Seth: (interview) I don't think I did that bad, butchering that filet, but now I'll know for next time.

[two minutes remain of the Blue team's half of the service]
Gordon: Where's the New York strip?!
Giovanni: Chef, I'm four minutes away!
Gordon: Oh, my God. SWITCH IT OFF!! We're now over two hours, (Giovanni) He fucks the filet! (Charlie) The shrimps go down! (Ben Walanka) This dick sent me dessert before the appetizers! (throws his apron) Fuck off! (to Jean-Philippe) Jean Philippe, shut it down, yes? Two hours over. Clear down!!!
Robert: (interview; tonight was originally planned to have been his wedding) I've embarrassed myself, my family, my girlfriend. (throws his buff off angrily)
[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]
Ben Walanka: Here we go. Here comes the pain.

Gordon: Where's the four Caesar salad, two shrimp?
Colleen: Coming chef. These were two, one and one.
Gordon: Where's the fucking four I asked for?
Coi: Four Caesar salad, two shrimp!
Gordon: (to Colleen) Hey!
Colleen: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're doing this on purpose.
Colleen: No I'm not, I swear. You said two. One and one.
Gordon: Look at me! Look at me! Four fucking salads.
Colleen: (interview) There's always the person in your life that's being grumpy and you know not being nice. Then there is one that Chef Ramsay whose the arrogant vicious attack dog.
Gordon: (to Colleen) Hey, Madam, you're fucking pathetic!
Colleen: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Four salad, three shrimp, one plain! (Colleen) Oh no, come here! What's going?
Colleen: Four Caesar salad, three shrimp, one plain!
Gordon: One more!
Colleen: Four Caesar salad chef, three shrimp, one plain!
Gordon: One more!
Colleen: Four Caesar salad chef, three shrimp, one plain!
Gordon: And last time!
Colleen: Four Caesar salad chef, three...
Gordon: (visibly shocked) Oh, my God!
Colleen: ... SHRIMP, ONE PLAIN!
Gordon: Oh you fucking idiot! SO SHIT! She's not normal, she can not be normal.
Lacey: (interview) My God! Colleen, if we lose tonight and I go home, I swear to God, I hope you can't sleep at night because you deserve to go home more than I.

[The Blue team lost the night's service; J has been asked for the nominees]

J: First nominee would be Seth.
Gordon: Why?
J: His kitchen etiquette? He doesn't really have much kitchen etiquette. His experience? Unfortunately, he doesn't really have that much experience. He's got a lot to learn.
Gordon: Second nominee and why?
J: Second nominee would be Charlie. Execution tonight was a little off, he definitely didn't meet the par that we needed to...
Seth: (interrupts J) Chef! If I could just say something? If we could just go down the line and ask, because I don't know that J is allowed to speak for everybody.
J: The chef asked me. So I answered the chef.
Seth: Yes, that's your opinion...
J: So keep your mouth shut.

Episode Four [5.04]Edit

Colleen: How could we lose with cheerleaders on our side? Yeah! V, V-I, V-C-I-T-O-R-Y! (a caption reading "Vcitory???" appears)

Danny: I'm not a hero, I never said I was.
Giovanni: You said that earlier.
J: Yeah, you said you were the best cook.
Danny: I am obviously the best cook on the team.
Ben: You want to hear something, dude? I will cook circles around you! I will circle you like a fucking moon!
Danny: Where have you been?
Giovanni: Hey, hey! Ben, quiet! Danny, quiet!
Ben: Are you joking me? You couldn't cook my cock!

Gordon: On order: Four covers, Table 4. Two risotto, one spaghetti, one Caesar.
Blue Team: Yes, Chef!
Danny: [to Giovanni] Is it [the water] boiling?
Gordon: How long?
Giovanni: I'm waiting for the water to boil, Chef.
Gordon: You expect me to tell Jean-Philippe we're waiting for your water to boil?!
Giovanni: Oh, I'm sorry.
Ben: [interview] Oh, man, Gio. How do you expect to cook pasta in water that's not boiling?
Gordon: Hey, look at me! There's no olive oil in there, the water's not seasoned, it's not even boiling!
Giovanni: [interview] Oh, that was my fault. I didn't check my equipment. It won't happen again, that's for sure.
Gordon: Let's go, Giovanni, let's go! Oh, my God...
Narrator: While Giovanni is in hot water, over in the Red kitchen, Coi is trying to get ahead.
[Gordon notices Coi cooking pasta]
Gordon: (to Coi) Why are you cooking spaghetti? We haven't even fired it! DAMN!!!
Coi: Fuck!
Gordon: Why?!
Coi: I'm sorry, chef.
Gordon: I can't believe this!! Why can't you just drop it to order?!
Coi: I will, chef.
Gordon: Tell me why you can't!!
Coi: I'm just trying to get ahead, chef.
Gordon: You can't get ahead! You're not that good!
Coi: (interview) I was trying to take so many steps ahead, so I'm kicking myself in the ass so, if I would have listened better, he wouldn't be screaming at me.
Gordon: Coi? Put some more spaghetti in to make yourself...
Coi: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Hey, I'm joking you stupid cow!

[Gordon checks on lobster spaghetti brought up by Coi]
Gordon: Oh, my God. [returns to the workstation and slams the pan down] All of you! OH, COME HERE!! Taste that all of you. Hurry up! (to Colleen) Come on, Colleen! Stick your fucking fingers in there! What is that? Dry, bland, under-seasoned, undercooked!
Coi: I should have tasted it better, chef.
Carol: (interview) I honestly thought that Coi was going to be strong on that station.
Gordon: Now I'm up to FUCKING HERE! (raises his hand; kicks the bin) HERE!!
Coi: (interview) Oh... I got my ass handed to him. I never thought cooking pasta could be so hard.
Gordon: (to Coi) Madam, don't send me shit, yes?!
Coi: Yes, chef!

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with Caesar salad]
Gordon: What's going on on there?
Jean-Philippe: That's from, uhm, table 20 blue.
[Gordon checks the salad, then finds a butt of lettuce in it]
Gordon: Hey, ALL OF YOU! COME HERE! Who dressed the Caesar salad?
J: I did chef. [Gordon shows the butt of lettuce to the members] (whispering) Jesus Christ!
[Gordon returns the butt of lettuce to the plate and angrily slams the plate on the floor]
Gordon: Oy, bozo! Are you fucking stupid?!
J: No, chef, I'm not. (interview) J feels like a jackass because of that freaking lettuce. I should have seen it, it's a disgrace. It really is.
Gordon: Did you see that?
J: I did not, Chef. If I saw it, I would never put it in there.
Giovanni: (interview) Pretty hard to believe that butt of lettuce went out there. It's pretty hard to miss that big lettuce when you try to toss it in a small salad.
Gordon: Un-fucking-believable.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Ben Walanka]
Gordon: Come here! All of you, come here! Put it down! (to Ben) Put it fucking down! What is that?
Ben Walanka: Lamb chop, sir.
Gordon: Lamb chop, yeah? Eat it. (gives the lamb to Ben and he eats it) Happy now? Now it's getting thinner and thinner and thinner. Look, there's another one that's ripped to fuck there now. Too thin, cowboy!
Robert: (interview) I'm like. "Oh, why are sending that out?" It looked like a piece of carppacio on a bone, man.
Gordon: (to Ben) How can someone so fucking fat slice something so fucking thin?!
Ben Walanka: Sorry, chef. It won't happen again, chef.
Gordon: I wouldn't even serve that to my fucking dog!
Ben Walanka: I'll fix it right now, chef.

[Colleen brings her wellingtons to the pass]
Gordon: Hey, stay here you. Three Wellingtons, you brought me four. One medium, one medium-well, one well done. Where's the medium one?
Colleen: The medium one's here, Chef.
Gordon: Where's the medium-well?
Colleen: The medium-well's here, Chef.
Gordon: Where's the well done one, then?
Colleen: It's right here, Chef.
Gordon: So what the fuck is this one?
Colleen: I don't know.
Gordon: You don't know. That's funny, isn't it? A little "Ha-ha," "Tee-hee," and "God Bless Nebraska?"

Gordon: On order, four covers, table three. One scallops, one spaghetti, one risotto, one caesar...
Seth: (to Giovanni) Bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon, bacon!
Gordon: Entrees: One Dory, one chicken, one lamb, one wellington.
Giovanni: It's coming.
Seth: Right here.
Gordon: Seth! SETH!
Seth: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Come here! What did I just call out?
Seth: (wiping his face with a cloth) I... I don't know, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, I know you don't know because you weren't even fucking prepared to listen. No wonder you're struggling.
[Seth uses the same cloth he just wiped his face with to clean a pan, then wipes his face with it again]
Gordon: What is he doing? Hey, you. Hey, you! Come here! (takes the cloth from Seth, and looks at him in disgust)
Seth: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: I just watched you wipe your face and then wipe a pan. If this one's for your fucking nose, where's your cooking cloth?
Seth: I'll, uh, have to get one, chef.
Gordon: (throws the cloth back to Seth) Fuck off will you?

[after Jean-Philippe returned to the pass with more food, Gordon has had it]

Gordon: (disappointed) What is going on? Oh no! Oh! [cuts to Coi accidentally dropped her spaghetti on her station] Fuck off. Oh, no... Shit! Look at that! You guy (Robert), come here you, fat fuck! Come here! All of you come here! COME HERE! Hey, look at me. You are pathetic. No one's won! Fuck off! Both teams start thinking about two of you to fucking go home. You, pathetic! I don't want anymore. I don't want to wait for your shit anymore. I don't want your shit anymore. I don't want you drying your face and then fucking cooking with a cloth, YOU SCUMMY FUCKER! GET OUT!!! [all chefs exited the kitchen except Ben; he approaches him] Get out!

Gordon: Something's really bugging me, you know that? And I can't stop thinking about it and here's why. If a customer goes out for dinner and their steak is overcooked or undercooked, it gets redone. And they move on and enjoy the evening. But if a customer goes out for dinner and they get served a butt of lettuce, that's how reputations get destroyed in minutes butt-head! [to J]

Gordon: Seth showed that he had all the passion in the world, but the bottom line is he's a crap cook.

Episode Five [5.05]Edit

[Gordon asks for wellingtons in the Red kitchen]

Gordon: Where's the wellington, please?
Andrea: Chef, I'm re-firing the wellington. The bottom's burning.
Gordon: (begins searching) Where's the medium-well wellington?
Andrea: I'm putting projector paper.
Gordon: [finds that Andrea has hid her burnt meat underneath her station] Oh, shut up you, yeah? Shut up. What is this? (starts getting the meat)
Andrea: They burned. I'm not quite sure why.
Gordon: Watch. There you go, look. (to the members) Hey, come here! Oy, oy, oy! There you go. There you go. There--Oh, dear! [throws a burnt wellington against the refrigerator] Fucking pile of shit!!
Andrea: (interview) I'm screwed. I'm fucking screwed.
Gordon: Anything else you hid? What else did you hid?!
Andrea: No, chef. That's it, chef.
Gordon: That's it? Is it?! WHY'D YOU DO IT?!
Andrea: Trying to get it together, chef.
Gordon: I just don't--, I just don't understand it!

Gordon: (misreferred to Robert) Let's go, Bobby. [Robert doesn't answer] I'll say this once. Move Bobby, yeah? You can do lose a few pounds. Let's go.
Robert: Fucking asshole. (interview) First of all, my name is not Bobby, it's Robert. So when he says "Bobby", who the fuck is that?
Gordon: Bobby? [Robert doesn't answer] No answer.
Robert: (interview) My father's name is Bobby and I had a fucked up childhood.
Gordon: Bobby look at me.
Robert: (interview) Every time I hear that, it brings you back. He's touched the nerve with me.
Gordon: Bobby? Dory, tuna! Where is it?! [finds that Robert has thrown his Dory in his bin] Why is he throwing stuff in the bin?
Robert: Because it's fucking... Here it comes.
Gordon: [approaches Robert's station and gets his bin] What's going on?! All this food in here! How much are you throwing away?!
Robert: Too much, chef.
Gordon: You can't just trash it like that!
Robert: I could see that you wouldn't take it, if I put it up there... Put... Whatever.
Gordon: Say that again, please?!
Robert: No, I can't.
Gordon: Why can't you look at me when I talk to you?
Robert: Sorry, chef. Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Robert, come here you. Come here you, fucker! Get out! GET OUT!! Get in there! [leads Robert into the pantry] What are you doing?!
Robert: I'm trying to do the best I can for you.
Gordon: Why didn't you serve it?--Fuck me! It's not about me, it's about you!
Robert: I refuse to put that thing up there that you're going to send back, chef.
Gordon: Look at me, concentrate, stop picking on me as an excuse. That's not good enough! You can't trash all that!
Robert: I fucked up and I'm not going to put it up to you.
Gordon: Wake up, Robert!
Robert: (interview) It took a lot from me to fucking hold back, son. I'm telling you that.
Gordon: (to Robert) Hey, have you given up?
Robert: Fuck no, chef.
Gordon: (mocks Robert) "Hey, I'm not doing that to you, chef! It's going to the trash can again!"
Robert: (interview) I ain't trying to make him proud of me anymore. [stands and pulls his trousers down, showing his bottom] Chef Ramsay, KISS MY ASS! That's what I'm saying to him.
Gordon: (comes up to Robert) Hey, if you've got any comeback, I'll do it now if I was you, yeah? Because you look like one sulky, pissed off cook! Find some form of passion. Cook your heart out. Stop fucking around!
Robert: Yes, chef.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with a dessert]

Jean-Philippe: Red, [Table] 53. Tanya Steel.
Gordon: Not done? (returns to the workstation) There you go. Now I've had enough. [slams the plate on the stove] Come here! There you go. (to Carol; gives her a piece of pear) Take a bite and pass it along. (to LA) LA, wake up, yeah?
Coi: It's hard as a fucking rock.
Gordon: Raw pastry, raw pear. That's her! (kicks a bin)
Andrea: (interview) Chef Ramsay wasn't kidding when he said it was raw. It was raw. That's just, "Sorry. Poor judgement."
Gordon: (to Colleen) You didn't know that's raw pastry with a raw pear?
Colleen: No, chef.
Andrea: (interview) Everybody else was just looking around like, "You've got to be kidding me."
Gordon: Un-fucking-believable! (goes to the blue kitchen and sits in fetal position)
Narrator: Tonight, dinner service has totally collapsed.
Gordon: Oh, Christ almighty! Two and a half hours of bullshit.
Narrator: And Chef Ramsay is at the end of his road.
Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe; after returning to the pass with raw desserts) Oh fuck off! I'm... I've had enough! (goes to the red kitchen) Hey, when I say, I've had enough! I've had enough! Stoves off! (calls both teams) Come here! That was pathetic! And you were absolutely useless! CLEAR DOWN! I can't take it anymore! It's been the worst performance so far! SWITCH IT FUCKING OFF!!! (throws his spoon away)

Gordon: There was no place in the kitchen I could put Colleen where she wasn't a disaster. It's time for her to go back to where she belongs, teaching. Because she certainly can't cook.

Episode Six [5.06]Edit

Narrator: As the Blue Team heads to the spa for a day of pampering...
J: Off to the spa we go...
Narrator: ...Back in the dining room, Max's mom lets J.P. know that he'll be working with someone to plan the party.
Brenda: This gentleman is very recommended.
Jean-Philippe: Yes.
Brenda: So, um...
Francisco: Bonjour, darling!
Brenda: Oh, here he is now.
Narrator: ...Someone he knows all too well.
Francisco: Oh, it's so good to see you! (hugs J.P.) I'm so happy to be here. Are you thrilled to see me?
Brenda: Alright, well, see you tomorrow.
Francisco: Thank you.
Jean-Philippe: [to Francisco] Listen, you. You are not interfering with my job.
Francisco: I respect your boundaries.
Jean-Philippe: Alright, I'll do my thing, and then you do your little thing.
Francisco: "My little thing." Oh, it will be so happy.
Jean-Philippe: Good.
Francisco: Oh, here they (the Red Team) come.
Jean-Philippe: Ladies, ladies, ladies, we've done a few parties in the past with Francisco.
Francisco: I'm so excited to be here, this is so fabulous! (the ladies laugh) Wait until you see what we're doing. We are going to go up, up, and away with beautiful balloons, all around. It's going to be so festive!
Coi: (interview) Oh, Francisco's just fabulous, all the way around.
Francisco: We have twinkly centerpieces on all of the tables...
Andrea: (laughing) Twinkly!
Coi: (interview) It's the way he talks, it's the way he dresses, everything. He's fabulous.
Francisco: We are going to make this the most beautiful sports arena!
LA: (interview) I'm gay, that dude is parade gay.

Episode Seven [5.07]Edit

Giovanni: How long for the risotto and pasta?
Paula: Plating up the pasta right now.
Andrea: How's your risotto?
Carol: I'm going. I'm going.
Gordon: Where's the risotto?
Carol: Right here chef.
Gordon: Carol!
Carol: Yes, chef!
Gordon: (tastes the risotto then spits it out) Taste that rice, taste the rice. It's like mush! Show me the rice.
Carol: Right here.
Gordon: Oh, my God! It's overcooked! It's like mush! Who cooked the rice?
[flashback to when J cooked the rice for both teams, pouring two boxes into one pan]
Andrea: The blue team.
Gordon: The blue team? What? (goes over to the blue kitchen) Oh, come here you, all of you! Who cooked this rice?
J: I did, chef.
Gordon: Look at it, J! How can you do that, J? (hurls the rice in the trash) J! For both teams?
J: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Ohh, fucking hell! Oh, come on! You can't do this!
Lacey: (interview) The risotto was mushy, clumpy and nasty, and it definitely was not a good way to start the evening.
Gordon: It's mush! Did you cook it all in the same pan?
J: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Oh, fuck me! Oh, come on, fuck off J!
J: I'll get a pot on, chef. (interview) That pissed off Chef Ramsay, and I really didn't need that, because he's been riding me hard the past couple of days.
Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe) Jean-Philippe, stop the risotto, yeah? (to J) J! I can't believe you just screwed the service in both kitchens!
Robert: (interview) J, you're my friend and I like you a lot, but today, you fucking suck, man.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with pasta]
Jean-Philippe: Pasta undercooked, chef.
Gordon: Is it?
Jean-Philippe: Yeah, it's really undercooked, chef.
Gordon: (to Carol) Hey, you, madam. The pasta's raw! Who's running the appetizers?
Carol: I am, chef!
Gordon: Well, then run it, then! Does she (Andrea) wipe your arse?
Carol: No, chef. (interview) I get fucking yelled at because this stupid bitch can't fucking cook?! What the hell is up with that?! (to Ramsay) There's must be some mix-in 'cause it's...
Gordon: What?! Why aren't you tasting?
Carol: I was tasting it chef.
Gordon: So you tasted it and you knew it's raw, yet you still sent it!
Carol: (interview) That stupid bitch doesn't fucking say anything when Chef Ramsay's yelling at me, FUCK THIS SHIT!
Gordon: Madam, come here you mouthy little bitch! You (Andrea) come here!
Andrea: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (to Jean-Philippe) Hey, give me that table out there! (to Carol and Andrea) And sit on that table and eat that! Both of you, fuck off out there! It's not undercooked, it's raw! RAW, Carol! (gets ticket from Jean-Philippe)
Andrea: (to Carol) Let's eat it. Yeah, let's get this fucking over with.
Gordon: (to Carol and Andrea) Hey, you're not coming back to this clear until you let me know how it tastes!

Narrator: While Carol and Andrea chew on their mistakes, in the blue kitchen, J is hoping to redeem himself.
Gordon: (with a piece of undercooked salmon) J! Come on, then! Look, it's still stone cold. Back in the oven! Fucking hell...
Ben: J, I know you're busy buddy, but how long on the salmon my man?
J: Five minutes.
Robert: Give me the tuna!
Ben: He said four minutes out. Can you make it four?
Gordon: Everything you've touched tonight, so far, has been screwed.
Robert: (interview) J just lost his shit, man. He was just clamming up, didn't take control. He was burning the seafood, he was sending raw seafood.
Gordon: That's called burnt salmon, not seared salmon!
Robert: (interview) It takes a real good chef to recover. (to J) You can really turn this around if you want to.
J: I know.
Robert: Wipe your face, wipe your face. (J wipes his face with his sleeve) With a rag!
Gordon: J, where's the salmon?
J: Coming around. Right here chef.
Gordon: (finds out that the salmon is overdone) Hey, bozo, SAUCE!! Come here you. Put it down, come here you. Come here you! Get in!

[leads J into the pantry and slams the door]

J: Fuck!
Gordon: WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
J: I'm here chef.
Gordon: It's not good enough J!
J: I know chef. I got no fucking excuse.
Gordon: WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!
J: I don't know. I'll fucking turn it on right now chef.
Gordon: I can't fucking go any further! Please, wake up!
J: Yes, chef!

Gordon: I've got sauce on one, and two Dory here. Sauce on one and two Dory here, LA!
[LA is standing still and staring into space]
Paula: (interview) It's almost like LA was half-asleep or something.
Gordon: Come on, LA!
Gloria: Come on! LA, wake up! Are you sleeping?!
LA: No, I'm...
Gordon: She's dreaming. Come on! More sauce, you silly cow!
LA: (interview) He called me a cow. For the first time.
Gordon: Don't cook all the fucking Dory in one pan unless you're boiling them, yes?
LA: Yes, chef. (interview) In the real world, you wouldn't have someone yelling at you like that. You wouldn't have someone calling you a cow, a bitch. You wouldn't. 'Cos if someone in the real world called you a cow or a bitch, you would walk up to them and sock them in the head.
Gordon: How long for the beef, please?
LA: 30 seconds chef.

Narrator: As LA tries to get up to speed, over in the blue kitchen...
Gordon: J! Where's the other scallop?
J: Right here, chef.
[J brings the scallops to the pass; they're badly overcooked]
Gordon: Have you seen this shit?
Scott: Disastrous, isn't it?
Gordon: I have had enough. (calls the blue team) Come here, you! Leave it, PUT THAT DOWN! You, come here! You come here!
Ben: Yes, chef.

[the team members gather around the pass]

Gordon: What is that? What IS that? What is that? That's us at our best? What is it?! Wait, it gets better! Look, touch that!
Ben: It's rubber, chef.
Gordon: T-Oh, my GOD! Unbelievable! [J goes to touch one of the scallops, and Ramsay knocks his hand away] No! No, no, no, no, NO! Get out! OUT, OUT, OUT! Get out! Out, GET OUT! Take your jacket off, and fuck off!
J: (interview) I guess I don't belong here, so... I'll be going home. I'm here for a reason, and it's my boy and my wife, so of course I'm disappointed. It was a tough day. (in the dorms) Oh...that's fucked up bro. (interview)My dream when I came to Hell's Kitchen was to win. So, uh, now it's time to move on and get my own restaurants going. You know, I don't need Chef Ramsay's opinion anymore, I've got it. (entering the taxicab) Tomorrow's another day! Let's do it. (interview) It's time for J Maxwell to do his own thing.

Gordon: Where are the Wellingtons?
Ben Walanka: Five and a half minutes, chef.
Gordon: I'm watching you like a fucking hawk. You know why? Do you know why?
Ben Walanka: No, I don't chef.
Gordon: I want you out. You're not cutting it. You're dreaming.
Ben Walanka: (interview) It hurts. It hurts when someone goes at you like that.
Gordon: Stop! Stop, stop, stop! Put that down. [finds that Ben has put fresh Wellingtons in a tray filled with burnt bits of pastry] Oh, my god! Look! Look!
Danny: (interview) Ben was struggling, just getting beat up by chef. Ben's just like J, in dinner service he just falls apart.
Gordon: Come here you! Get in there, get in! [Gordon leads Ben into the pantry] What's your fucking game?
Ben Walanka: No game chef.
Gordon: Tell me something straight. What are you doing?
Ben Walanka: Chef, I'm doing everything I can...
Gordon: Why are you putting them on a dirty tray?
Ben Walanka: Chef, only because I was doing Wellingtons on them before, and I could not find...
Gordon: And that's good enough for you?
Ben Walanka: No, it's not, chef.
Gordon: Is it fucked?
Ben Walanka: No, chef. I don't want to do it again...
Gordon: YOU DIRTY PIG! CLEAN THE FUCKING TRAY!!
Ben Walanka: Yes, chef.
Gordon: One more, and you're fucking history. GET IN!
Ben Walanka: (interview) Today, it took everything I had not to go up in my little coccoon. I just had to push forward.
Gordon: DIRTY PIG!!

Robert: (to Lacey) I swear to God if you win this I will hang up my coat and become a crack whore!

Episode Eight [5.08]Edit

Robert: C'mon, guys! Let's fucking do it!
Ben: Yeah, move!
[Robert bends over and a ripping sound is heard. As Ben and Lacey look on in shock, we see that Robert has split open the seat of his trousers. He carries on, unconcerned]
Robert: Come on guys keep pushing. (interview) All I heard was "RRRRRIIIP!"
Scott: Robert's ass is hanging out all over the place.
Robert: (interview) "Ooh, I feel a little breeze on the back of my ass!" I'll cook in my boxer shorts, I don't give a shit.
Gordon: Damn!

[Lacey's meat pan catches fire; Gordon approaches her station]

Gordon: Leave it! Fucking hell, what is that?!
Lacey: Wha-I...
Gordon: What is that, I said! Look at it! It's on fire!
Danny: Is this your well-done?
Lacey: (tearfully) I don't know.
Ben Walanka: (interview) She was lost. [makes a crying impression of Lacey] "I DON'T KNOW WHAT'S GOING ON HERE, HUHU!!"
Gordon: What's the matter with you?!
Lacey: I can't cook meat, chef!
Gordon: What do you mean you can't cook meat?!
Lacey: Obviously I'm weak and confused...
Gordon: Hey madam, madam! Get out! GET OUT!!
Robert: (interview) Can't handle the heat, get out the kitchen!!
Gordon: [follows Lacey to the pantry] I can't cook meat?!
Lacey: I'm sorry. I just got really confused.
Gordon: If you got confused, why didn't you say something?
Lacey: I did and Robert put the chicken and the chicken went on fire and!...
Gordon: Why can't you just make the effort?
Lacey: I'm trying to make an effort.
Gordon: Do you want to come back in there and make an effort?
Lacey: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Then wake up and get a grip!! Come on! [escorts Lacey out of the pantry]

[Lacey has just served some badly carved lamb]
Gordon: Oh, my God!
Lacey: Hmm... Fuck me!
Gordon: Come here, all of you! What is that? Fucking bone's thicker than the meat! WHAT IS THAT?!
Lacey: I don't know chef!
Gordon: (throws the lamb in the bin) IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! GET OUT!! YOU'RE NOT GOOD ENOUGH!! PISS OFF!! [follows Lacey into the pantry] Madam, look at me. Let's be honest, you're done. You can't waste my time any longer!
Lacey: I agree.
Gordon: Give me your jacket, and leave Hell's Kitchen. And go in there, and say goodbye. Properly, say it properly! Let's go.
Lacey: [to the blue team] Thank you for everything!
[Danny quickly waves to Lacey and then resumes cooking; Ben and Robert ignore her altogether]
Robert: (interview) There's a small violin, just for Lacey. [blows a raspberry] She sucks. Adios, biatoch.
Gordon: Piss off! Let's go! Step up a gear.
Lacey: (interview) On one hand, it's a relief. I can get back to my normal life. (Packing her suitcase) At least now, I know I can get some sleep at night. (interview) But you know, another part of me wishes to stay and learn more and have that chance to win but unfortunately I fucked up tonight and I can only look back on the positive things which there weren't many for me. You know, my mom told me when I came here, "Don't make enemies." and that's the first thing I did and kept doing the whole time I was here. Sorry mom, I should've listened.

Episode Nine [5.09]Edit

[Gordon checks on sauce brought up by Ben]

Gordon: Ben!
Ben: Yep?
Gordon: [Returns the sauce to the workstation] Right, all three of you come here. Here we go. [with spoons] Taste time! Quick, quick, dig in there, yes? Dig in there. Make sure you take a nice big mouthful. Big mouthful. Mmmmmm... [spits out the sauce as does Robert]
Robert: (interview) I spit it right out. It was disgusting.
Gordon: Hey, salty soup! You're just reheating it!
Ben: Yes.
Gordon: So how can you fuck it?!
Ben: It was bland before I over reduced it. It was my fault. I should've tasted it chef.
Gordon: You're clumsy! You salted it!
Ben: Yes chef.
Gordon: You over seasoned it!
Ben: Yes I did, chef.
Gordon: You didn't over reduce it!

Gordon: One beef salad, entrees: One bass one New York steak.
[a woman comes up to the hotplate to reorder food]
Lady: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Yes, madam?
Lady: Totally flat. No flavor on the carpaccio. This the second time I've had to reorder.
Gordon: Okay, thank you. (to the blue team) Hey, get the veal along please, yes? Let's go.
Lady: Chef! (whistles to Gordon)
Gordon: (to the woman) Right! Don't whistle, I'm not your fucking dog. You look more like a dog than I do. Fuck off, will you?

[Gordon checks on potatoes brought up by Carol]

Gordon: Oh dear. Excuse me! Oh, dear! Lets go, come down! Hurry up! Taste them. There, there's a nice big slice for you. Aw, fuck it!
Carol: Hard and raw chef.
Gordon: Fucking hell! (throws the potatoes away) Why are the potatoes crunchy? Who cooked them then?
Carol: I did chef. If they go in the oven when the order comes in, they should be fully cooked. (interview) I don't know why they didn't cook. I never cooked potatoes that long before I sliced that thin.
Gordon: (To Jean-Philippe) Hey, come in here you! Have I got news for you, yeah? Tell him then, tell him! HE'S GOING TO GO AND EXPLAIN TO THE CUSTOMERS!!
Jean-Philippe: What's happening?
Carol: The potatoes are undercooked. If the go in when the order comes in, they should be fine.
Jean-Philippe: What's undercooked?
Gordon: Say that again?!
Carol: If she (Andrea) fires it when the order comes in, when it's ready to go,
Gordon: AU-GRATIN DAUPHINOIS NEED TO BE COOKED BEFORE SERVICE!
Carol: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Now you're blaming her.
Carol: I'm not blaming her chef.
Gordon: Hey, Andrea, she's trying to sabotage. She can't even turn--
Carol: I'm not.
Gordon: What?
Carol: I'm not sabotaging.
Andrea: (interview) I was embarrassed for Carol. She's pointing out other people's mistakes. Point me out! I dare you!
Gordon: Here's the next question, how long then til they cook?
Carol: Maybe ten minutes.
Gordon: Oh, look how cool she is! She said "maybe ten minutes"!
Carol: (interview) They should've been done. Why didn't they cook?
Gordon: (to the customers) MAYBE TEN MINUTES EVERYBODY FOR YOUR AU-GRATIN DAUPHINOIS!! Look at them! The poor souls! Are you stupid?!
Carol: No I'm not chef.
Gordon: Bullshit! (throws his towel away)
Andrea: (interview) Those potatoes! I was embarrassed for Carol.
Gordon: Why didn't they cook to begin with?
Carol: Chef, yes I cooked them in the cream for an hour.
Gordon: WHAT?!
Carol: Yes.
Gordon: You cooked them in the cream for an hour?
Carol: In boiling cream for an hour.
Gordon: Crunchy gratin dauphinois. Useless.

[Carol pours more cream over her potatoes]

Gordon: What is that on there?
Carol: I just poured more cream on it and I'm going to put it back in.
Gordon: My God! Oh, Jesus Christ! [gets the potatoes dumps them in the bin] Are you mad?
Carol: No, chef.
Andrea: (interview) There were no saving those potatoes. None whatsoever. They just looked like shit. They looked like fucking shit! It was awful.
Gordon: I wouldn't even serve that to a fucking pig farm, madam. Forget it. [throws the tray into the sink] You don't care do you? Because if you did care, you wouldn't serve me that crap! This is supposed to be your exciting menu! Really?

Gordon: Carol knew she was out of her depth in Hell's Kitchen. I just put her out of her misery.

Episode Ten [5.10]Edit

Gordon: On order, six covers table 20. Entrées: Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one Dory. Wellington's medium, yes?
Final 6: Yes, chef!
Gordon: (to Andrea) Right Andrea, what's going? [gets no answer] No answer. I'm not in the best mood, yeah? I don't like being ignored in my own fucking kitchen. What's going?
Andrea: I have no idea, chef.
Gordon: Oh, my God almighty.
Robert: (interview) On garnish, you've got to be thirty seconds before everybody else. If she's not checking the tickets for us, we're screwed.
Gordon: Come here you. Story of your fucking life. Yeah, you have no idea.
Andrea: Absolutely not, chef.
Gordon: Hey, she's running the section, yet she has no idea of what's going. (to Giovanni) Tell her, chef.
Giovanni: Two wellingtons one medium, one medium-rare and lamb medium? I'm sorry, lamb medium-rare. Two lamb medium-rare.
Gordon: Oh, my God.
Robert and Ben Walanka: Two chicken.
Paula: Two chicken and a Dory.
Giovanni: Two wellington, Two chicken and a lamb.
Gordon: Two wellington, two chicken, one lamb, one fucking Dory.
Final 6: Yes, chef!
Gordon: One wellington's medium and the rest is fucking NORMAL!! Unlike us! (to Andrea) What's going, madam?
Andrea: I have no idea, chef.
Gordon: You have no idea. Hey, come here you. Now, fuck off! Hey madam, through that door (points to the front entrance) there! Fuck off!!

Gordon: Dory, salmon, lamb, wellington!
Robert: Two minutes, chef!
Gordon: [notices Robert putting the bacon into the John Dory] Robert, just come here!
Robert: Oh, shit!
Gordon: Why did you put the bacon inside the Dory?
Robert: To crisp it up, chef. Real quickly.
Gordon: What's the bacon with?
Robert: For the scallops.
Gordon: So why are you putting it with the Dory? Suppose he's allergic to bacon! You can send somebody in the hospital at the back of that!
Robert: Oh, you're right.
Gordon: Oh, come on! "You're right"? Of course, I'm fucking right! (kicks a bin) Get the bacon out!
Robert: (interview) Yeah, I fucked up and you know what? I know in my heart, I got it. I'm a bull.
Gordon: Come on, Mr. Bacon Man!
Narrator: While Robert tries again on the John Dory, Chef Ramsay is counting on Giovanni on the meat station to get out the first entree of the night.
[Gordon checks on chicken special at the pass]
Gordon: (with a chewed up piece of chicken) What is that?
Scott: Giovanni's best.
Gordon: Hey, Ben.
Ben Walanka: Chef?
Gordon: Is that a chewed up little chicken from the dog ear? (gives the chicken to Ben) That's your special. Have a word with him, yeah? He's given up. Take all the garnish back, do whatever you wish with it. Your special has now become not very special, thanks to dick-face there. Hurry up, Giovanni!
Giovanni: Yeah, but I'm not a dick-face chef!
Gordon: Yeah. Say that again?
Giovanni: I'm not a dick-face, chef!
Gordon: You're pissed aren't you? You're fucking--! Look at me! Look at me IN THE EYES!! NOT AS PISSED AS I AM!! YOU FUCKING ARE!! DONKEY!!
Giovanni: No.
Ben: (interview) Whooo! Boy, oh, boy!
Gordon: Because right now, I don't give a fuck! Dick-face!
Giovanni: (interview) I'm an emotional person. He can get in my face all he wants to. He will not break me.
Gordon: You're sending me shit and trying to get away with it. Now I'm ready for an argument! Sending me that, you should be ashamed!
Robert: (interview) He just wants you to pop off.
Gordon: And you want to get all sensitive! You want to get all fucking dirty! Look at me, you send me shit like that, take your jacket and fuck off!
Giovanni: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I'm not sending that shit, chef!
Giovanni: Yes, chef. Sorry, chef. (interview) I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at myself. It was just, I was boiling inside and he said something to me.
Gordon: That's the well done one and look at me, I think you're too fucked to get upset with me. It's not the fucking way I call it. This isn't personal, this is professional! That personal was a piece of shit. Now pull it back!!
Giovanni: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Dick-face!

Gordon: Ben, why are you cutting the chicken and putting it back in?
Ben: It was not cooked all the way when it was cut chef.
Gordon: Doesn't it go dry when you cut it and put it in?
Ben: It's juicy chef.
Gordon: Oh, my god.
Ben: (interview) Every single service, Chef Ramsay finds something to really nail my ass to the wall about.
Gordon: All the goodness is running out of it because you cut through it you thick cunt! Let's just stand back and watch that chicken and the juice piss out of it. Just taste that. Taste. It's delicious. Unfortunately, it should be the customer tasting it, not you. I think you've tasted enough.
Ben: Yes chef.
Gordon: Fucking idiot.

Gordon: Giovanni, Robert! Hey Andrea, come here you! [gathers them at the corner] All three of you are pathetic! You (Giovanni) don't care, you're (Robert) way behind and you (Andrea) haven't got a fucking clue! Can we work together as a team?!
Giovanni, Robert and Andrea: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Two wellington. One well-done! Get it ON!!!

Danny: (interview) One station failed...
Scott: [Andrea's one pan catches fire] Pan's on fire! Pan's on fire!
Danny: ...and another station failed. It's no joke.
Gordon: We're going up in flames. [pick Andrea's pan]
Paula: (interview) First night with the Black team, one big cluster fuck.
Gordon: Same shit, different day! (throws the pan into the sink)
Scott: [Ben's pan also catches fire] What about the rest of the table? We need cover-up.
Gordon: Dynamic six, yeah. My fucking arse. Fuck off the lot of you! [walks out of the kitchen and throws his towel away]

Gordon: [calls the five chefs back in the kitchen after Giovanni's elimination.] I just spent the last hour upstairs in my office thinking. It just doesn't make sense! How can the final six be so shit? I called you all down here because on the back of that performance, I'm now going to do something I have never ever done before. I'm shutting down Hell's Kitchen.

Episode Eleven [5.11]Edit

Narrator: After a couple of days without any word on how Robert is doing, Chef Ramsay calls the chefs down for a meeting.
Gordon: So you're feeling fresh, very relaxed. Did you enjoy the whole atmosphere at the Borgata Resort?
Danny: Very much so.
Ben: Incredible, Chef.
Gordon: Sadly, you came back minus one individual. Clearly, you're all deeply concerned. I'm not going to tell you how he's doing, I'm going to let him tell you himself. Chef Robert.
[Robert appears.]
Gordon: Okay, big boy. Let me just say how pleased I am to see you.
Robert: Thank you.
Gordon: How are you feeling?
Robert: Not good.
Gordon: Ah?
Robert: Not good.
Gordon: What did the medics say?
Robert: I have pericarditis, which is the swelling of the sac around the heart which leads to heart disease.
Gordon: Oh dear. Are you coming back?
Robert: No.
Gordon: No?
Robert: I'm not coming back.

[Ben has been struggling on the garnish station]

Gordon: What's going, Ben? (gets no response) Oh, my God almighty! Oh, come on. Three Dory, two salmon, one chicken. (sees what Ben is doing) Why is he putting the lettuce there like that? He's trying to saute it.
Scott: I don't know, chef.
Gordon: Look at the mess in him.
Scott: He throws everything in a pan.
Ben Walanka: (interview) I was just absolutely... just mind-boggled.
Gordon: [picks up a pan and a piece of lettuce] You've got a pan here like that and you're throwing lettuce on top like that, you're shit!! You are so shit, you don't realize what you're doing!
Danny: (interview) Oh, man Ben! Like, come on. You know better than that.
Gordon: Hey, come here a minute. Why are you doing this? You just had the lettuce on top of cucumbers. Do we not saute the lettuce?
Ben Walanka: Chef, I was in the side pan sauteing the tomatoes and the cucumbers, chef. But, I did it wrong, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, you're fucking up, you're cutting corners and you're slipping big time! You know what, do you know your biggest problem? When there's always a down in your career, you're full of fucking shit! Every time you fucking done something wrong, you give a bullshit fucking excuse! But right now, I'm fed up with your bullshit excuses!
Ben Walanka: (interview) There's really nothing I can do to please Chef Ramsay, but I'm slowly but surely being able to accept them.
Gordon: FUCK OFF!!
Ben Walanka: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're too dangerous to have on service. I asked you what you're doing, you said you're sautéing tomatoes ARE YOU FUCK?!! YOU DIRTY PIG! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! Un-fucking-believable!

[Ben returns to the kitchen after a quick break]
Gordon: Yeah, right. Hey, you! Come here you! What's going through your mind now? You still going to fucking butcher me and slice me and serve shit to them?
Ben Walanka: No, chef!
Gordon: Where's your fight, man?
Ben Walanka: It's here, chef!
Gordon: Where is it?!
Ben Walanka: I got it, chef!
Gordon: Then wake up, you doughnut!
Ben Walanka: YES, CHEF!

Season 6Edit

Episode One [6.01]Edit

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: (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 gonna 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 color 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. That will fuck out. I will drain him. When he's fucking talking, I'm going to stomp the shit out of him. That's bullshit! I nailed that fucking dish. He knew it and I knew it! No fucking way!

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 wine 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 'cause 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 haven't even opened yet and you screwed it up! What a fucking disaster!
Sabrina Gresset: (interview) That's it. The end.
Gordon: GET FUCKED!!
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.

[Gordon checks the scallops on Tek's station]

Gordon: Look at this. I swear to God. [gets some scallops] It's a kind of shit you'd expect Tiger Woods to tee off it. Look at it. Rubber, rubber, RUBBER!!! [throws the scallops away]
Narrator: But, they have to start over.
Gordon: (on Melinda's cappelini) It's limp and shit!
Narrator: And over.
Gordon: (on Tek's scallops) It's fucking raw!! [throws the scallops away]

[Gordon notices Louie putting an unseasoned lamb in the oven]

Gordon: Louie? Did you just put the lamb in the oven?
Louie: Yes, sir.
Gordon: OH, MY GOD! (calls out the entire team) Hey guys come here quick! At least you know, Louie's on entrees and the fucking lamb goes in the oven like that. No salt, no pepper, no seasoning, not even seared! [slams the lamb on the plate] (to Louie) Louie, why do we sear meat?
Louie: To lock in the juices, sir.
Gordon: To give it color, to improve the flavor!
Louie: Sorry, sir.
Jim: (interview) You're a man. There's a primary instinct inside you that knows how to cook meat. You need to find it.
Gordon: Fucking hell!

[Gordon returns to the Red kitchen for the Red team's appetizers]

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

Gordon: (on Melinda's capellini) Is that cooked? It looks undercooked.
Melinda: Is it cooked?
Gordon: (tastes the capellini) Not cooked.
Melinda: Not cooked?
Gordon: That is not cooked. Not cooked. (Melinda throws the undercooked capellini away) Oh, my god!! Why did you throw it away, Melinda? Just put it back on the stove to the lid on the top 30 seconds cooking it, what did you threw the trash it further away?
Sabrina Gresset: (interview) Melinda... she had the 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 put all this in the bin?! How many portions are you put in there? How much is in the bin? Look! LOOK! WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!
Narrator: An hour into dinner service and the red team has cooked ten appetizers. But unfortunately, none of them have made it to the dining room.
Gordon: (to Melinda) Hey, madam, how much capellini are you throwing away? (Melinda doesn't reply) Look at it! Why are you doing Melinda? Why are you doing?
[Melinda begins attempted interview and doesn't speak]
Gordon: You're making me mad!
Melinda: Yes, Chef.
Gordon: Fucking mad!
Melinda: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Salmon, lamb please, how long?
Tennille: Seven minutes chef.
Gordon: Hey, what's that piece of shit there?
Suzanne: It's supposed to be the salmon.
Gordon: Holy fuck! Look at that. It's like a... bison's penis! What is that shit? [opens up the salmon wrap, revealing the interior to be totally frozen] Look at that! Stone-cold, frozen salmon. Who put the salmon in the freezer?!
Amanda: Me. I fucked it up. (interview) The salmon was my fault because I stuck it in the freezer instead of the fridge, and it was frozen.
Gordon: Yeah, you fucked up, big time!
Tek: All the salmon's the same, I think we should try and fix it.
Gordon: Yeah, 'cos she's wrapped it frozen.
Heather: And we have five on order.
Gordon: We've got five on order?
Heather: Five on order.
Gordon: (to Amanda) Hey, ditzy! Great job!
Amanda: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Oh, fuck off.

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Louie]
Gordon: Louie! 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! Hey, get upstairs, get your bags packed...
Louie: Can I help? Can I help in the kitchen?
Gordon: Yeah, you can help me! FUCK OFF! GET OUT!
Louie: (interview) You want me out? You want me to pack my fucking bags? I'm out. My bags are packed. YOU CAN KISS MY FUCKING ASS!
Narrator: With the kitchen at a complete standstill, Chef Ramsay is left with no choice.
Gordon: (to Joseph) Switch it OFF!
Joseph: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (to the red team) Fuck off!

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 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 the took, the better I became.
Joseph: (interview) What am I learning by shooting shit? Nothing. What gets accomplished by running your mouth? Not a thing.
Joseph: I didn't come here for lunches you know. That's not what I'm here for. I'm not going to lose my eye on the prize.
Dave: Well we're fired up too man. I'm not relaxing because I get to have a good nice lunch with the chef.
Joseph: It's good to get out but I don't really care.
Dave: (interview) Joseph, he's a complete asshole. He's a little hotheaded, he's being a little too intense in the way disrespects Chef Ramsay.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass after seing Van serving tableside to the Red diners]
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. 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.
Gordon: What do you mean a language barrier? He's speaking English, you dick!
Jean-Philippe: I know, but he's from Texas. (Gordon rolls his tongue around)

Jean-Philippe: (to Van) Don't run in the restaurant, please?
Van: (interview) Jean-Philippe better stot trying to tell me what to do. I know that.
Jean-Philippe: I'm going to explode her (misreferred to Van that is him). (to Van) 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 can not 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! Biggie, out of my face! (JP pushes Van)
[Gordon is furious on fighting about Van and JP]
Gordon: Hey! Stop! Hey both of you, come here! (referring Van) Bozo, come here! NOW!!!
Van: I'm going to fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're going to get it down and it's going be a first round knock out.
Gordon: What's is going on?
Jean-Philippe: (referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.
Gordon: DON'T SHOUT!!! WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!!!
Van: I'm sorry, Chef.
Jean-Philippe: He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.
Van: (interview) Hey, Chef, 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. (to Van again and points his finger to him) And if you do your job, (to Jean-Philippe again and points his finger to him) 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.
Gordon: (to Van) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
Van: Yes, Chef.
Gordon: Last chance.
Jean-Phillippe: (Letting Van out of the store room) 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? You're a great fucking talker, but you're a shit cook. You've just sunk your team!
Tennille: I did not, chef...
Gordon: 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 of it? A chicken nugget? OY!! Come here you! Now, you're cutting them like bits of chicken nugget and frying them off?
Andy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: YOU FUCKING 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'd cook in Whistler?
Andy: No, chef.
Gordon: So why are you cooking it like that now?
Andy: I made a mistake, chef.
[Gordon throws the pan into the sink]

Gordon: Lovely!
Lovely: Yes, chef?
Gordon: It's not. IT'S SHIT! COME HERE! The seabass is raw! Translucent and pink. (throws the seabass away)
Lovely: (interview) That seabass was not raw. I didn't see any pinkess, it was all opaque. (brings another seabass up to the pass) Chef, the refired seabass is coming up. (interview) So, Chef Ramsay, get your eyes checked. You're getting kind of old.
Gordon: Lovely!
Lovely: Yes, chef?
Gordon: (holds up the refired seabass, which this time is burnt) There we go, there we go. Come here you! She sends out black seabass.
Suzanne (interview) Umm, Lovely did burn the seabass. I don't believe that Lovely knows how to cook.
Gordon: I didn't ask for blackened cod. (throws the seabass away)
Lovely: Yes chef.
Gordon: Dumbo!

Gordon: Hey, come here you! All of you! Both kitchens are down and they're waiting. So we're standing here and we got shit all going out! Nothing! That's where I draw the line. I'm about to do something I've never done before in Hell's Kitchen!
Dave: (interview) It's a desperate time. I don't know what's going to happen. For all I know, we're all going home.
Gordon: I have no option now! There's one fucking thing that you can do here, it's a fucking shrimp cocktail. Do you know why? Cause it's not cooked! Give me a fucking shrimp cocktail!
Suzanne: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Give me some shrimp cocktails now. Jean-Philippe! I'm serving shrimp cocktail. At least they're going to get something to eat! Hey you, nothing cooked! Nothing seasoned! Crushed ice in a glass with ketchup!
Sabrina Gresset: (interview) When Chef Ramsay says "You know what, stop cooking and just send out cold stuff!" That's embarrassing.
Gordon: Let's go. Shrimp cocktail. Let's go.
Narrator: With no cooking required...
Van: GO! GO! GO!!!
Narrator:...both kitchens...
Sabrina Gresset: Five more right here.
Narrator:...manage to get shrimp cocktail to the dining room.
Jean-Philippe: With the compliments of Chef Ramsay.
Lady: A shrimp kind of night. Isn't it?
Gordon: Hey ladies, come here. Hey, come here! Come here!
Tony: (interview) Everybody's like freaking out! Like Chef Ramsay's going to walk over with a fricking machine gun and like (imitates a machine gun) blow us all away!
Gordon: The entire fucking dining room has shrimp cocktail. That's a first for me! You just turned my restaurant into a shrimp stand! And what's the point of going on? Shut it down!


[After disastrous dinner service, both teams lost, the Red team already nominated Lovely and Tennille for elimination, as for the Blue team hasn't decide to nominate two of its chefs]
Gordon: Blue team. Joseph, let's be honest, that's a pretty sorry battalion you got there. Isn't it?
Joseph: Right now it is.
Gordon: Who's the first nominee for the men?
Joseph: They can speak for themselves but they know who they are.
Gordon: Hey, 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 fucking say? What do you want me to say? They know who they fucking 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, in 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 fucking 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 fucking mouth is what you should do right now.
Suzanne: Come on, man!
Joseph: I'm talking 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 fucking mouth!
Gordon: Oh, my God!
Tek: You signed up to fucking learn and grow, and...
Joseph: Yeah, shut your fucking mouth.
Tek: ...you do this, dude!
Gordon: Okay, answer the fucking question!
Joseph: You keep talking like this, I'll have you out in the fucking 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 my fucking jacket? You want to talk some shit? Let's go step outside, motherfucker! (gets in Gordon's face) I ain't here for that, dog!
(To Be Continued... appears on the screen.)

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 fucking fighting?
Gordon: Oh wow.
Joseph: Want to get fucking rough?
Gordon: You think I'm scared? Huh? Look at you.
Joseph: Yeah, keep rolling the fucking cameras.
Gordon: You've just blown your-- Yeah, fuck the cameras.
Joseph: Yeah?
Gordon: Yeah.
Joseph: Let's go step outside!
Gordon: Out in front here? I asked you one simple question, and you couldn't fucking answer me. And then you want to get all tough and up close and personal.
Joseph: Fuck you!
Gordon: There you go.
Joseph: You ain't nothing but a bitch!
Gordon: You've got no respect.
Joseph: No respect.
Gordon: Now get out.
Joseph: Fuck you. You fucking bitch! (Double flips off the chefs.) Fuck all of you! (the guards lead him out, he trips over the step.)
Gordon: Watch the step.
Joseph: Yeah, watch the step, bitch.
Gordon: What an idiot. Total, total shame. (kicks Joseph's jacket up to the table.)
Joseph: (outside the restaurant.) I don't need this and that. I don't need some limey fucking prick talking to me like that. Without skipping a beat, I'll go back home, I'll work. Anybody who fucking hires me to work in their kitchen, they'll be proud to have me there! Fuck him! Fuck him!

Gordon: (to the remaining chefs) And I've got more thing to say to you, in fact to you all. I'm nobody's bitch.
[The chefs laugh.]

Gordon: Where's the lamb?
Amanda: Right here, chef! (brings her lamb to the pass)
Gordon: [finds that Amanda has brought up 8 lamb chops instead of 9] I'm missing... I'm missing... Hey madam! I got eight chops! I'm missing one. 3 3's are what!?
Amanda: 3.
Gordon: 3 3's are 3, fuck me. 3 times 3 is what?!
Amanda: 6 chef.
Gordon: 6?! Oh, my God!
Amanda: 9, I'm sorry! I'm not--!
Gordon: What?! 3 times 3 Amanda?!
Amanda: 9!
Gordon: 9! Then give me 9 fucking chops, you stupid thick bitch!
Amanda: Yes chef!
Gordon: Come here! All of you! Is that the best lamb we got?! I'll imagine experience inside Hell's Kitchen (throws the lamb away) and that's the best lamb we got?!
Amanda: Okay, chef.
Gordon: Bullshit!
Amanda: Yea, I have another lamb.
Gordon: Come on now! I want it!
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: I'm nobody's bitch. (everyone laughs) Now get some sleep.

Gordon: Amanda!
Amanda: Yes, Chef!
Gordon: 12 3's?
Amanda: 9! (that was the correct answer when she incorrectly made 8 lamb chops [3 portions of 3, but she incorrectly said the answer to that question four times])
[Everyone laughs]
Gordon: Oh, my God!
Amanda: 36 chef. 36, I'm sorry, Chef.

Episode Four [6.04]Edit

[The blue team has to clean up the dorms as punishment]
Robert: Right now, I just want to win a challenge. I want to win. All through my life I hear bullshit. People thinking shit I'm too fat, too slow, too this, too that. I ain't about to be a loser, I hate it.
Scott Leibfried: Good, Robert. That's how you should feel. It just kinda sucks that the intensity is coming out during being punished and not neccessarily during...
Robert: You know chef I...Fuck!
Scott Leibfried: Well Robert, what do you want me to tell you? You could've won, you didn't. But you know, the competitive parts should come out during that time and not afterwards.
Robert: (throws his broom down) I fucking almost died last time for this shit! Don't tell me I ain't giving my fucking 110%! Dancing around like fucking Fred Astaire all fucking day!! LAST SEASON, I ALMOST FUCKING DIED FOR THIS SHIT!! AND I'M HERE AGAIN AND I FUCKING DON'T WANT TO LOSE IT!! (Breaks his broom)

[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 nit-wit, 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 a one more member than the men, they will do have eleven of us. 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

[After an hour and a half of trying, the red team has not managed to serve a single entrée]
Gordon: 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!
[Ramsay crosses over to the blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down]
Gordon: Ohhh, 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 members go over to the red kitchen and start working]
Tennille: (interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?
Gordon: Away now! Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish.
Blue Team: Yes, chef!
Robert: (interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches cryin'!
Tennille: Do you need anything?
Jim: No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.

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.

[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?! [slams the pan down] Fuck off will you?!

[Ramsay and Tennille have just had an argument about the mashed potatoes]
Gordon: Is that clear?!
Tennille: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Good. Are you upset now?
Tennille: Yeah, I'm fucking pissed off!
Gordon: Fucking bet 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!
Tennillle: Yes, no problem, chef.
Gordon: Get fucking out!
Tennille: Oh, I'm out!
Sabrina Gresset: Oh, no...
Gordon: Get the fuck out of here!
Tennille: Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!! (interview) Right now, I'm pissed off and I'm trying to maintain my cool for slapping him in his jaw.
Sabrina Gresset: Thanks a lot, Tennille. (interview) Now we have to work her station. Thanks a lot!
[Gordon follows Tennille to the back area, following her walk-out]
Gordon: Hey!
Tennille: Busting my ass for you!
Gordon: That's right. That's right.
Tennille: Busting my ass for you!
Gordon: You're not, you're lying.
Tennille: YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!!
Gordon: You're lying.
Tennille: I'M BUSTING MY ASS! GET OFF MY BACK!
Gordon: Get off your back? Who the fuck? You're lying.
Tennille: GET OFF MY BACK! I'M BUSTING MY ASS, YOU KNOW I AM! LET ME DO MY JOB!
Gordon: Don't you dare turn around and tell me that I'm fucking crap...
Tennille: You know off my ass!
Gordon: ...or you FUCK off through those doors! That's right!
Tennille: You can dish it, but you can't take it?! (pushes over a rack of trays)
Gordon: Hey, madam, what are you doing?
Tennille: COME ON, LET ME IN THE KITCHEN! JUST LET ME IN THE KITCHEN!
Gordon: Listen to me, you're not-
Tennille: It's not good enough for you, man!
Gordon: You're not listening to me! Shut your fat fucking mouth and listen to me! The potatoes are-
Tennille: I'm trying to learn from you!
Gordon: You're not learning! You're only opening your fat mouth!
Tennille: I am! I am! You're the one who's trying to-
Gordon: Shut up, then! Shut up! Are you going to keep it shut? (Tennille doesn't reply) Are you going to keep it shut?
Tennille: Shut.
Gordon: Good! If you can't hack it, fuck off. If you can, get back in there! (Tennille returns to the kitchen) Hey madam!
Tennille: Yes, Chef!
Gordon: Come here! I want an answer!
Tennille: I'm on my way back into the kitchen, CHEF!
Gordon: Good! Let's go.
[Tennille returns to the kitchen, where Amanda and Suzanne have taken over the garnishes]
Tennille: GET OFF MY STATION PLEASE!! What's working?

[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 Gresset: Oh, what?
Gordon: "Medium-well." What do they request?
Sabrina Gresset: They were medium-well.
Gordon: THAT IS NOT MEDIUM-WELL!! You're arguing the customer's wrong!
Sabrina Gresset: No, chef.
Gordon: Raw pork, undercooked lamb, now you're blaming the customers!
Sabrina Gresset: No, chef.
Gordon: Come here!
Sabrina Gresset: 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.

Episode Seven [6.07]Edit

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) It's fucking raw! (throws the cooked rabbit on a floor) (Kevin) Happy now? You're standing there you tossing your tagliatelle to make yourself look good, I'm serving raw rabbit, Chef?
Kevin: Understood, chef.
Gordon: (to Robert) You? Fuck off!
Robert: Yeah. Yes, chef.
Gordon: DON'T START ACT LIKE A BABY!!!
Robert: I'M NOT ACT LIKE A BABY!
Gordon: SHUT IT! SWITCH IT OFF! ALL OF YOU, YOU'RE DONE!
Dave: Fuck!

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

Gordon: Robert, tell me why do think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen on the back of that performance?
Robert: My history here in Hell's Kitchen never been on the block once. And I'm disgusted that I even share the same fucking stage this guy (Andy) right here. Been here three times not bad for the team always fucking around.

Episode Eight [6.08]Edit

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with lamb]

Gordon: Oh, fucking hell... What's the matter?
Jean-Philippe: Raw, chef.
Gordon: What?
Jean-Philippe: It's not cooked.
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. Sabrina!
Sabrina Gresset: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Look, raw! Like you're still running around in the fucking field! Is that on purpose?!
Sabrina Greset: No, chef.
Gordon: So WHY?!!
Sabrina Gresset: (interview) I should have stuck to my grounds when I said it wasn't ready. I said we can't go and Suzanne forced me to go. Suzy fucked me.
Gordon: Hey madam, come here! (gives her the lamb) Take that.
Sabrina Gresset: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Inconsistent, dry lamb on the outside, raw in the center! Fuck off and eat it! (leads Sabrina to the dining room) There you go! Taste your own medicine! PISS OFF!!
Sabrina Gresset: Thank you, chef.

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 liked the tipped off his fingers more literally taken off. It was so deep and so horrible.
Medical crew: (Dispatching to the paramedics) I have Andy. He needs to go to the clinic and needs stitches on its all three fingers.

Andy: Do not finish two crepes.
Kevin: (interview) Andy is just shit all night long. Just turn into a disaster.
Kevin: Bring one cream frog all fall one 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 favor: FUCK OFF! UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! PISS OFF!

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Suzanne]

Gordon: Oh, fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Come here, both (Sabrina Gresset and Suzanne) of you! It's requested med-rare! All of you, come here! Touch that! Yeah, touch that! Touch that---YOU (Sabrina) TOUCH AS WELL!! What is that?!
Suzanne: Medium-well, chef.
Gordon: Medium-well?
Suzanne: Well-done, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, hey! Overcooked!
Suzanne: (interview) I overcooked liked an entire pan of lamb. Oh, it's terrible!
Gordon: (slams the plates down) Medium-well? And... that's well done? (to Suzanne and Sabrina) Well-done to you?! I can't believe just how inconsistent you are!! Do me a favor! 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!!

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.

Episode Ten [6.10]Edit

[Gordon sees the halibut was raw]
Gordon: Come here, all of us! Just come here! Come here, all of you! Look, it's not... it's just... no, it's not about "oh"! (angrily smashes the halibut on the plate after someone says "oh" in disappointment) it's not about that!
Dave: (interview) Oh... damn! Halibut splurged all over my face and like I have little tiny like bits a halibut in my eyes.

Episode Eleven [6.11]Edit

Gordon: Van, so you started to sear on the sea bass. Come here! Quick and you leave it there! You're searing a sea bass!
Van: It's big.
Gordon: LISTEN TO ME!!!
Van: Yes, chef.
Gordon: We haven't sent the appetizers!
Van: (interview) HERE WE GO AGAIN! KNEW I'M FUCKED THE BAD NIGHT!
Gordon: (to Van) Hey! I'm watching you like a horn fucking eagle! Poissonier! Let's go.
[Van begins to cook scallops]
Van: Coming up, chef.
Gordon: Scallops!
Van: Coming right now, chef. [beads of sweat fell on his scallops]
Gordon: Van! VAN!!! NO, NO, STOP!!! Come here, you're sweating in the food!
Van: It's hot, chef.
Gordon: Awww, I know it's fucking hot!! (throws his spoon down) YOU'RE SWEATING IN THE FOOD!!!
Van: (interview) Man, I was sweating my ass off. (flashback of sweat fell on his scallops) I own there to win the food.
Gordon: (to Van) What's wrong with you? Serve them? By the way, you can touch on there that one. Look at me, help me out of here!
Van: (interview) I'm not going to bust my ass, bro. I'm sweating my ass off! (to Ramsay) I'm working that I can do for you chef.
Gordon: You're sweating in the food, Van.
Van: (interview) He makes me look like a bitch constantly.

[Van, Ariel, and Suzanne have pushed Gordon to his breaking point with their careless cooking and lack of attention to detail]
Gordon: Scott, clear out, come here. Fuck off. Fuck me.
[Gordon and Scott Leibfried walk out of the kitchen and out of the 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. Unfucking real. Oh fuck me. That’s a first.
JP: They’re gone. So, are they coming back?
Gordon: I can't take it any more. Oh, dear.

[Gordon and Sous-Chef Scott returns to the kitchen; Gordon calls Van, Ariel and Suzanne]

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

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

Episode Twelve [6.12]Edit

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

Season 7Edit

Episode One [7.01]Edit

[Signature dishes]

[The sixteen chefs meet in front of Chef Ramsay. Among them is Tana Ramsay in disguise.]
Gordon: Okay, so there are few out there who are executive chefs, right? [Jay and Siobhan raises their hands] Okay, good. There was one I seem to remember, you (points to Tana) with the glasses.
Tana: Yes, chef.
Gordon: What do you do for a living?
Tana: I'm a mom, but I'm a cookbook author.
Gordon: Never worked in a restaurant?
Tana: No, chef.
Gordon: Okay, let's start from the bottom. Bring your dish.
Fran: (whispering) Oh, geez.
Gordon: Apart from looking like a baby vomit, what is that?
Tana: It's a veal scallopini.
Gordon: (tastes the dish) Oh, God. (to the lady) Listen to me. That dish... was delicious.
Tana: (smiles) Thank you, chef.
Gordon: I mean, I'm shocked. It may looked slightly dull and boring, a little bit like you. But well done! (the chefs laugh) Don't look so nervous.
Tana: You're scary.
Gordon: I'll give you a hug, yeah? Right. Relax, relax, relax.
Maria: (interview) That is not his side. He doesn't just hug people. He's not that type of person. He's not personable at all.
Gordon: What a great start! If this is the sight of things to come, well done! Thank you! (kisses her on her cheeks) God, it was good! [kisses her on her lips; the chefs were shocked and started laughing]
Holli: I wanted to be first!
Jamie Bisoulis: (interview) Chef Ramsay, you're a little slutty.
Siobhan: (interview) I was just so stunned, Chef Ramsay really did like that.
Gordon: That was fucking amazing. [chefs laugh again] (to the chefs) Listen to me, before we go any further. This person is not who you think she is. (the lady removes her glasses) This person is... my wife. (Tana removes her disguise) Tana. (to Tana) Take that off. [chefs gave her an applause]
Jay: (interview) Thank God, it's his wife and he kind of licked her teeth.
Gordon: (to Tana) A job well done. [kisses her again]
Jay: (interview) What a filthy bastard!
Gordon: (to the chefs) The point I'm trying to make is that, I don't give two fucks about how much experience you've got. What I do care about, whoever has the magic, who has it? She definitely has it. (to Tana) Good night, my darling. Thank you for making my point.
Tana: Thank you. (to the chefs) Good luck to you all.

Gordon: (Looking at Andrew's dish.) Now, what is that?
Andrew Forster: Steak Tartare. (licks his lips) I guess the inspiration from that came from the fact that I've raised and butchered my own animals and I like to eat them raw. (the other chefs are shocked by this fact) (interview) When I win this competition, I'm going to buy two walk in coolers. That's all I want is two walk in coolers.
Gordon: Do you do some form of Hell's Kitchen Hannibal lector?
Andrew Forster: Maybe. (interview) Then I can start butchering animals which is what I like to do.
Gordon: (tastes the tartare) Bland. What a shame. (to Nilka) Okay, Nilka, why did you become a chef?
Nilka: I love cooking. That is my passion. (interview) I'm a single mom with three kids. I want to teach my kids that in order to get something in life, you have to go for it. I know I'm gonna win Hell's Kitchen. I will not settle for less.
Gordon: And this is your...
Nilka: My sweet and spicy wings.
Gordon: So, chicken wings?
Nilka: Uh-huh. This is an old family favorite.
Gordon: (bites into a wing) Fucking hell, they're hot. My lips are fucking burning!
Nilka: I apologize chef.
Gordon: How much tobasco did you put in there?
Nilka: Uhm, half a bottle.
Gordon: Half a bottle of tobasco?!
Fran: (whispering) We're screwed.
Nilka: I apologize.
Gordon: (drinks water and spits it out) Jesus, shit!
Siobhan: Holy shit!
Gordon: That's going to blow your fucking arsehole out! Burned my mouth. Nobody gets a point. But the men win. Congratulations, well done.

Fran: [cooking the lobster risotto] It's got lobster right? Lobster. Here we go. I think we're good there. [Gordon looks at the "lobster"] Yes sir? That's lobster, no?
Gordon: That's crab! SHIT!
Fran: Fuck!
Gordon: You're putting the crab in the lobster risotto!
Fran: (interview) I put the crab by accident. We switched the things. Yeah, I made a mistake but give me a break!
Gordon: Can someone explain to Fran what the fuck a lobster looks like?

Narrator: While the red team gets a pep talk from Autumn, over in the blue kitchen, Chef Ramsay looks for Benjamin to maintain Hell's Kitchen's standards.
Gordon: Hey, guys, get a grip. And you start tasting stuff huh?
Benjamin: Yes, chef. (tastes the risotto and puts the spoon back in it.)
Gordon: Oh fuck me. Hey, Benjamin!
Benjamin: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here! There's customers standing right over there.
Benjamin: Yes, chef.
Gordon:You're tasting the food and putting the spoon back in it!
Benjamin: Yes, chef. (interview) I stirred it. I tasted it. I stirred it again instead of dropping my spoons in the water.
Gordon: You can't stand there and eat the food and dip it with your fucking saliva in there and then serve it! I'm not serving that!
Benjamin: Throw it away, let's start again.
Narrator: Benjamin's performance has left a bad taste in Chef Ramsay's mouth.

[6:48 PM]
Narrator: It's 45 minutes into dinner service and Chef Ramsay's guarantee to serve every customer is in danger.
Nilka: (serving tableside) Just be patient and he'll get the entrées out.
Narrator: He's hopeful that Jamie's first entrée will get things rolling in the right direction.
Gordon: What in the fuck is that?
Jamie Bisoulis: More in the oven chef, right?
Gordon: Oh, leave me alone. Leave me the fuck alone. (slams the beef on the stove) Just touch that there. Just all of you put your finger on there!
Maria: Cold chef.
Gordon: Yeah, there you go.
Maria: Yes, this is very cold.
Gordon: Come here you and touch it! It's like cold cream on a fucking hot steak! (Maria laughs) Maria, madam. Let me tell you something, there's nothing right now to laugh about. I can't get sauteed potatoes. And there you (Stacey), she's on her third time cooking scallops and you think it's funny?
Maria: But...alright. Alright (laughs again)
Gordon: Now she's laughing again. What's funny then? Maria.
Maria: Chef, nothing's funny.
Gordon: You're not laughing no? You're seeing things. Come here a minute! Jamie, Fran yes? You come here. Hey, you, you and you, fuck off out of here! We'll finish the service. GET OUT! You (Siobhan) on meat!
Fran: Chef, I'm not leaving my team chef!
Gordon: I'm telling you, if you don't get out, I'll drag you out! Get upstairs to the dorm! Videos, recipes, demos is a fucking joke!

[Mikey brings halibut up to the pass after being rushed by Scott Hawley]
Gordon: Fuck off. Mikey, come here! COME HERE!! (kicks the bins) There you go, raw fucking halibut! (smashes it) Shit!!
Mikey: (interview) Chef Ramsay dynamites the thing right in front of us. There was like halibut shrapnel all over us.
Gordon: Raw! RAAAAAAW! RAWWW! SHIT!!
Mikey: (interview) Scott is making me look bad.
Mikey: Yes, chef.
Gordon: RAW!!

Gordon: Capellini, risotto, two scallops. How long?
Benjamin: Five minutes chef.
Gordon: Five minutes? Get your rice in there!
Benjamin: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're cooking a risotto with no fucking rice in there! How's that possible?
Benjamin: It's not possible chef.
Gordon: The fucking rice has to go in before the stock!
Benjamin: Yes, chef.
Salvatore: (interview) Benjamin, is a shit chef. He can't even cook a fucking risotto. He's a chef.
Gordon: What's Salvatore doing? Put it down. It's a cold pan. You got to get the pan hot first. This is basic now!
Salvatore: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You can't put fucking cold food into a cold pan. It absorbs the olive oil. So at the center of the potato, it's like eating a mouthful of grease!
Salvatore: Yes, chef. Sorry chef.
Gordon: There's two of you on there. How long?....You're not even listening! (calls out Salvatore and Benjamin) Hey, do me a fa--come here you! Hey, you as well. (Calling out to blue haired Jay) Hey, where's fucking Smurf? SMURF!! Come here. You and you, fuck off will you? GET OUT! PISS OFF! I'm not going to stand here and struggle time after time!
Salvatore: (interview) I don't know what happened. I got lost with the fucking appetizers.
Gordon: Fuck off up to the dorm! GET OUT OF HERE!!
Salvatore: (interview) Maybe he don't likes the way I talk. I don't know. He don't likes me, who knows? Maybe he don't likes Italian people!

Gordon: How can I wait nearly two hours for an entrée, now you want five more minutes for the salmon?
Stacey: Three minutes.
Gordon: How long?
Stacey: Three minutes.
Gordon: Three minutes now. Why are you jumping all over the place? Five, three. Tell me!
Stacey: I'm not sure how long it's going to take.
Gordon: You're not sure?
Stacey: No chef.
Gordon: Hey madam, come here.
Stacey: Yes chef.
Gordon: Right now, I'm not too sure about you! Full fucking stop! Do me one big favor, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! Join the rest of them! "I'm not sure"!

[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Mikey; after finding out that it's still raw, he has had it]
Gordon: Halibut's raw. Unbelievable. Mikey!
Mikey: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here again! Raw fucking halibut! Take that, yeah? Do me a favor: FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Up to the fucking dorms and get your fucking hair done! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN! What is going on?!!

[Gordon calls both teams to the pass]
Gordon: You guys are fucking USELESS! But I am NOT going to shut this fucking place down! (to the red team) You, you, you, over there (the blue kitchen), work together! DOUBLE UP!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Move your arse!
Holli: What do you guys need?
Gordon: Fucking hell. What do we need? Yeah, I need sixteen cooks.

Gordon: It's a good thing Stacey's a private chef, her food wasn't good enough for the public.

Episode Two [7.02]Edit

[During the eggs four way challenge. Siobhan who was to have cooked all four eggs by herself is next.]
Gordon: Siobhan by herself. Soft boiled egg, how long did you boil it for?
Siobhan: I just cook eggs every day chef so I have a very good grasp of how long they are cooked for.
Gordon: Just answer me the question. How long did you cook it for?
Siobhan: My teammates helped me chef.
Gordon: Your teammates helped you?
Siobhan: Yes chef.
Gordon: I asked you to work on your own. Because I put you out, singled you out thinking that you could cook fucking eggs four ways.
Siobhan: I could and I wanted to.
Gordon: You were working by yourself. So if you wanted to, why didn't you?
Siobhan: Because there was pressure from my team.
Nilka: Are you serious?
Siobhan: Not from my team, from Autumn.
Gordon: Oh, Christ almighty.
Autumn: I just said "Let me give you a hand." I can help you make one of the eggs.
Gordon: Which one of these four eggs did you do?
Siobhan: I did the poached egg chef.
Gordon: So you only poached one egg in five minutes?
Siobhan: I did two poached eggs.
Gordon: One simple instruction, how can I make it any more fucking clearer than that?!
Siobhan: I should've pushed her out of the way and I'm so mad at myself that I didn't. (starts crying) I'm so mad. (interview) I should have not listened to my teammates that were forcing me to do something that I should've known it was wrong to do. And I'm just so mad at myself.
Gordon: Listen please! You do as I say! Holy Moses!
Narrator: Siobhan failed to follow his instructions and did not work on her own.
Gordon: Is that what you're capable of doing?
Siobhan: No, I'm so mad that I didn't step up and push her out of the way.
Autumn: (interview) Siobhan got flustered and pointed fingers at me. She doesn't have a lot of backbone and under the pressure, she just doesn't know when to shut her mouth.
Gordon: So you're only going to get credited for the ones you did yourself. So you did the poached egg yes? (tastes) That's delicious, one point.
Siobhan: Thank you chef.
Gordon: Fuck off yes?

Gordon: Next pair, Fran and Autumn. Let's go. Soft boiled egg, (slices off the top) Hold on a minute. Who cooked this?
Autumn: I did chef.
Gordon: (tastes) Delicious.
Autumn: Thank you chef.
Gordon: (to Fran) Which one did you cook?
Fran: Scrambled chef.
Gordon: (the scrambled egg is overcooked) Well that's chopped omelet. Ooh. Sunny side up, (tastes) Not an ounce of salt anywhere. Fucking lazy cooking. (Checks the poached egg which is stuck to the plate) Who poached this egg?
Siobhan: I poached that egg chef.
Gordon: Oh Jesus! One point. Fuck off, will you, yeah? Sorry, plain fucking English.

Gordon: Uh... Blue Jay?
Jay: Yes, Chef?
Gordon: (referring to Salvatore) Run upstairs and get Bozo for me, please.
Jay: Oui, Chef.

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with risotto]
Jean-Philippe: An undercooked rice.
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell. (returns to the workstation) Yeah, gold-star! Under-fucking-cooked rice.
Jason Ellis: (interview) Dude, snap back! Get your mind back into the game not just for yourself, but for your fucking team!
Gordon: Yeah, [tastes the risotto and spits it out] (to Mikey) young man! The rice is bullet. I'm pissed off! Hurry up, one more! What's going on?! NONE OF YOU ARE TALKING TO ME!! [bangs the overhead] Fucking MAD!! SHIT!!

Gordon: Salvatore!.....That's the wellington cooked perfectly.
Salvatore: Thank you chef.
Gordon: Where is the fucking chicken?!
Salvatore: (to Jason) The chicken?
Jason Ellis: (slicing it and it's raw) Fuck! Should be ready. Damn!
Ed: Hold it, you gotta get that chicken to the window!
Jason Ellis: I got it.
Salvatore: (interview) He's always "I got it. I got it. I got it." You ain't got shit out.
Gordon: (Jason is cooking the sliced chicken) Where's the fucking chicken? Jason, can you talk to me please?!
Jason Ellis: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Where's the fucking CHICKEN?!!
Jason Ellis: Two minutes chef.
Gordon: (throws a spoon) Oh fuck off. (sees what Jason is doing.) Is that-- oh fuck off! I'm not cooking like that.
Benjamin: (interview) He was rushing his chicken. The chicken wasn't even ready. Jason's not taking care of business. He totally fucked us.
Gordon: Come here you. So the fucking chicken's raw, yeah, and you're frying it like a fucking first class, look at that. That's your best?!
Jason Ellis: No, chef! (interview) Yes, chef, I fucked the chicken up! He got in my face. I took it like a man. Started over with a brand new chicken.
Gordon: Fine dining?!
Jason Ellis: No, chef!
Gordon: A fine fucking MESS! (kicks the bin)

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Jamie Bisoulis]

Gordon: Oh, God. Why's the salmon coming out like a--? Hey madam.
Jamie: Yes, c-chef?
Gordon: Come here! Look, fucking salmon crispy as fuck on the bottom. Because the pan you put them in were like smoking. Like, I'd expect her (Holli) to sear a beef in it. (angrily smashes the salmon) SHIT!!
Jamie: Okay, chef.
Gordon: FUCKING SHIT!!
Jamie: Refire two salmon, one tagliatelle. (interview) Chef Ramsay lost it and just went Satan on my arse.
Gordon: That wouldn't even pass as fucking kitty kat fucking cat food!
Jamie: (interview) I think I still have some salmon in my ear.
Gordon: You (Holli) aren't even talking to her (Jamie) and Jamie's not talking to fucking Nilka. Can you please get it together?!
Holli: We're talking.
Gordon: So how long then?!
Jamie: Four minutes chef please?
Holli: Guys, I need seven minutes on the beef.
Jamie: How many minutes?
Gordon: Oh, fucking hell.

Narrator: There's a clear lack of communication in the red kitchen. But over on the blue side, Andrew is having a pleasant conversation...
Andrew Forster: Shit. Stay right there. Stay hot.
Narrator: ...with the garnishes?
Andrew Forster: Stay cool. Stay there. Don't shit you. (pushes Mikey aside) Go away. Go away. Go away. Go away!
Ed: (interview) Andrew was doing great on garnishes and then all of a sudden, he flipped his lid and started talking like a maniac.
Mikey: What do you need?
Andrew Forster: What do I need? I need to get out of the fucking weeds! That's what I need! What the hell do you think I need?!
Ed: (interview) I don't know what that was.
Andrew Forster: Tell me how the salmon is. Please talk to me.
Benjamin: Two and a half minutes.
Scott Leibfried: I don't care if I get the salmon last. I want to make sure that the garnish is ready.
Andrew Forster: Holy shit!!
Scott Leibfried: Send the fucking plates.
Andrew Forster: Holy shit! Yes chef! Coming over. Coming over. Blue Jay! Come here for a second. Please start bringing these garnishes up or he will fucking kill me.
Gordon: Mash please! Where is it? (Jay brings the mashed potatoes) Why is Jay on the fucking garnish?
Andrew Forster: Holy shit!! Grrrrrrrr!!
[Gordon checks on mash potatoes brought up by Andrew; finds out that it's extremely thin and runny]
Gordon: What's he done?
Scott Leibfried: Potato soup.
Andrew: (to himself) Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
Gordon: Blue team, come here all of you, a minute. That's you as well, Salvatore! There you go, there's our mashed potato! There you fucking go!
[Andrew takes back the mashed potato, then pours it into another batch he's making]
Gordon: Don't add it- oh, no!
Andrew: (snaps) What?!
Gordon: Come here, you idiot! Let me fucking explain why!
Andrew: Yes, please do.
Gordon: You've put the thick stuff in, and you add the runny to it.
Andrew: That was a brilliant idea, chef.
Gordon: "That's a brilliant idea, chef!" You think this is funny, don't you?
Andrew: No, I don't think this is funny.
Gordon: So we're serving liquid fucking mashed potato, so I expect you to put that fucking fresh stuff in a pan, and you add the liquid to it! That's not going to make any ounce of difference there, it's gone!
Andrew: That's not true.
Jason: (interview) Man, this guy, damn! He's just crazy!
Andrew: And now you're going to tell me I can't cook in the sautee pan?
Jason: (interview) Chef Ramsay, he's like the Jay-Z of fuckin' restaurants! You don't talk back to a man like that!
Gordon: Come here! I'm fucking losing my temper with you. Say that again?
Andrew: So now I've got to take it out of the sautee pan?
Gordon: Yeah, come here you. Get out!
[Chef Ramsay ushers Andrew out of the kitchen, into the dining area]
Gordon: Yeah, get out.
Andrew: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, fuck off.
[Chef Ramsay and Andrew are standing in the dining area]
Gordon: You don't care, you've got no respect, and do you know what? You're a fucking joke to the industry.
Andrew: No, I'm not.
Gordon: Yeah, that's what you are! Fuck off! (walks back into the kitchen) That guy's fucking useless.
[Andrew walks through the dining room towards the front exit; Jean-Phillipe catches up to him]
Jean-Phillipe: What's wrong? What are you doing here?
Andrew: I'm walking out the damn door! What does it look like I'm doing? That man asked me to leave, and you expect me to stay here?
Jean-Phillipe: He's just testing you.
Andrew: Right, and if I go back in there, I don't want to hear him yelling at me again.
Jean-Phillipe: There are, I don't know how many people which would be willing to be in your shoes right now.
Andrew: (kicks his shoes off) You know what, they can take my shoes, JP!
Jean-Phillipe: But...
Andrew: I don't need this! I'm walking out these doors! (voiceover) Chef Ramsay got pissed at me. I'm sure he looks at me as a little prick. Whatever, I don't really care what Chef Ramsay thinks of me, I'm done. Have a nice day!

Jason: (interview) Andrew? I don't know what happened to that cat. Chef Ramsay hit his ass with some fairy dust and made his ass disappear.

Gordon: (eliminating Mikey) You backed your team up but not just one service, two shit services (flashback of Mikey's two miserable dinner services) and I can't work with that. Take your jacket off! (Mikey gives his jacket to Chef Ramsay)
Mikey: (outside the restaurant) Chef Ramsay really didn't like my performance, I know I get crappy but I still got my tattoo of Hell's Kitchen and I work with pride. I don't regret that thing come in here and I accept my faith.

Gordon: Mikey was all about appearances. Unfortunately for him, it didn't appear he could cook.

Episode Three [7.03]Edit


[Salvatore is an assistant Matire'D for tonight's service and brings tickets to the pass.]
Gordon: Salvatore, show me. Oh my god! What is that? What is that?
Scott Leibfried: Ugh, I can't read that.
Gordon: Are you writing in Japanese? Fuck off will you yes?

[Salvatore returns a wellington to the pass]
Gordon: What's wrong with that?
Salvatore: It's that she requested medium well.
Gordon: Yeah, and it's not wrote on the ticket!
Salvatore: Yes chef.
Gordon: It's not on the fucking ticket! What do you want me to do now? Do you want to fuck your team? Go in there, take it to them, there you go.
Salvatore: [walks into the blue kitchen] Guys, please, may I please have a wellington medium well? Please on the fly? Thank you very much.
Gordon: Yeah, basically, it's not even written out on the ticket. So we sent it out perfectly and it's not your fault okay? [to Salvatore] Don't you dare! Hey, hello! Get rid of that plate! Take the fucking plate and fuck off!
Salvatore: (interview) I take and take it, only so many I can take. How much can I take?
Salvatore: (walking past JP) Fuck this.
Jean-Philippe: Where are you going?
Salvatore: I'm leaving. (interview) Sooner or later, you start breaking apart.
Jean-Philippe: Salvatore! Salvatore!
Salvatore: (interview) That's it.
Jean-Philippe: Salvatore.
Salvatore: I'm done.
Jean-Philippe: Salvatore, hey do me a favor, don't do that! Salvatore, fight back young man!

Episode Four [7.04]Edit

Episode Five [7.05]Edit

[During the pork challenge]

Gordon: What's your dish?
Nilka: (sighs) We have blood sausage with a prune purée.
Gordon: Already you look negative.
Nilka: I'm not pleased with the plate, that's why I don't look happy. I'm really, really not.
[Gordon tastes the dish, then spits it out in disgust]
Gordon: Who in the fuck chose prunes with blood sausage?! Talk to me, red team!
[flashback to Scott Hawley telling Nilka and Fran to cook the prunes with blood sausage. In the present, Maria and Fran point at Scott]
Fran: (interview) It was his decision to put those items together on the plate, and Scott's trying not to own up to it.
Nilka: It went completely wrong.
Gordon: Understatement of the year!
Nilka: (interview) I knew it. I'd rather have just gone up there with an empty plate, like "voilà, chef!"
Gordon: That's a fucking disaster. (throws the plate away) Right, Benjamin. What is that?
Benjamin: We have a pan-roasted pork loin, drizzled with thyme, star anise and baby bok choi. (interview) The dish that we did was a beautiful dish. The pork was fucking gorgeous.
Gordon: That was delicious. Just... phenomenal.
Benjamin: (interview) I mean, I would have made love to it right there.

[the final round of the pork challenge, with the teams tied 1-1]

Gordon: Maria, what is that?
Maria: You know, when we had sweet potato, I was like, "sweet potato soup," and then ham-hock, and then we do a honey-infused oil. We put another pan over it and let it pressure cook, and like, one sprig again, of thyme, we just let it marinade. Not, like, a lot. At all.
Gordon: Breathe.
Maria: (interview) I dunno, maybe I talk a little too much. I don't know if it's just flat-out a lack of self-control. It's just outrageous. Look at me now, I can't even stop myself.
Gordon: Nice soup. The winning dish? (looks at Maria) Congratulations... (Maria smiles) ...because you've just screwed your team! (Maria looks upset) Listen to me. I asked for the ham-hock as the main ingredient. And you're serving me a sweet potato soup garnished with a spoonful of ham-hock? Blue team, congratulations. Back in line!
Maria: (interview) Wonderful. Idiot, I'm an idiot.

[Salvatore brings tickets to the pass]
Gordon: Let's go. [reads, finds out that it says DAIGS instead of DATES] Oh Jesus! What is that there? What does that say? What, what? You went to school, didn't you, right?
Salvatore: No chef.
Gordon: You didn't go to school?!
Salvatore: No chef.
Gordon: What were you doing?
Salvatore: I came to America because my family needed me, needed money.
Gordon: So what were you doing when you didn't go to school?
Salvatore: Working everyday, chef. To help my father and my mom, bills.
Gordon: Thank you for being honest.
Salvatore: I'm always being honest chef.
Gordon: Just take your time.

Gordon: Siobhan, Siobhan, Siobhan, burger requested medium well, stone cold in the middle, and it's fucking rare. (throws two burgers in the bin) Fuck off.
Siobhan: Okay, refire two burgers!
Gordon: TABLES ARE STARTING TO COMPLAIN!!

[Gordon checks on fried chicken brought up by Scott Hawley]

Gordon: How long's he been cooking this for? Scott, this chicken is like something from outer space. Just feel it a little bit. It's cooked to fuck! It's like something from a leftover fast food joint, Scott! Pathetic.
Siobhan: (interview) Scott's got about the most experience, but he still screwed up the whole chicken section. I mean, just a complete disaster.
Gordon: [Scott opens the oven door] Blackened bullshit chicken. [sees Maria next to the open oven] Oh my god. Close the fucking oven door! [goes over to Scott's station and closes the oven door] I don't want a conversation going on with the oven door open. She's (Maria) going to come pass with a fucking pan, walking back and bang! One fucking arm in the fryer and one in the fucking stove! Now STOP IT!!
Scott Hawley: Yes chef.
Fran: (interview) He was working so dangerous, Scott. He should've known better.
Gordon: We never cook with the door open! Health and fucking safety!
Scott Hawley: This is the worst fucking night of my life right now. (interview) I feel miserable right now. Thank god nobody got hurt.
Gordon: We're now the most dangerous restaurant in the fucking country!

[Only one minute remaining on the Red team's half of service on Barbecue night.]

[Gordon checks on burgers brought up by Siobhan]
Gordon: Oh dear. All of you come here! ALL OF YOU!! [Shows Siobhan that the burger is raw]
Siobhan: That's my fault. Completely my fault. It was the last one I did.
Gordon: [repeatedly smashes the burger] IT'S FUCKING RAW!!
Siobhan: I should've asked. I needed more time.
Gordon: STOP! Time's up! Enough is enough! Fucking shut it down!

[Maria returns to the pass with dates]
Gordon: What's the matter?
Maria: Doesn't want the dates.
Gordon: Why?
Maria: Because I sold them-- I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.
Gordon: So you're lying to me. You fucked up the order.
Maria: Not intentionally.
Gordon: Not intent--? Come in here you! Come in! Come in! COME IN!!
Maria: (interview) Surprise! I screwed up, again. [enters the blue kitchen] I wrote down shrimp and they wanted dates. Er, I wrote down dates and they wanted shrimp.
Jay: Okay.
Gordon: Basically, she fucked up the order! Yeah? She fucked up the order! [Throws the dates in the bin] Fucking bullshit!

Narrator: With the clock running out on their two hours,
Gordon: Come on guys, you got 25 minutes to go yes?
Narrator: the blue team is moving quickly but not carefully.
Gordon: [finds fried chicken along with fries in the fryer]All of you, come here! [gets the fryer and slams it on the stove] So who's the fucking smart-arse? Who's the fucking smart-arse?
Jason: I put the chicken in there chef.
Gordon: With fries?
Jason: I just dropped the chicken in the fries chef.
Benjamin: Let's go! Let's go with the chicken! Come on!
Gordon: Jason! Jason, look at me!
Jason: Yes, chef! I'm looking.
Gordon: It's fucking not good enough!
Jason: Yes, chef!
Gordon: It's a fucking fine dining restaurant. Not a fucking fast food pick up joint! Get the fries out of there first, then put your fucking chicken in!
Jason: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Thank you!
Jason: The fries weren't done yet.
Gordon: The fries are a fucking side! Get your chicken going and get the fucking-- Listen to me Jason!
Jason: I'M LISTENING CHEF!!
Gordon: THEN DO IT THEN!! DO IT!!!
Jason: I'M DOING IT CHEF!! I don't want to put up with this fucked up ass bullshit. It's fucking crazy.

Episode Six [7.06]Edit

Gordon: [tonight is family night] Now, there's going to be a lot of children. Don't make me fucking swear tonight!

Gordon: Where's the spaghetti? Who's cooking the spaghetti?
Scott Hawley: I don't know. Is the spaghetti coming out?
Gordon: What do you mean, "I don't know."? Why aren't you discussing it together? Fucking hell, first ticket. Who's cooking the spaghetti?
Siobhan: [points at Scott] They are.
Gordon: [to Scott and Siobhan] Come here you and you, fuck off both of you. [walks into the blue kitchen] Who's cooking the spaghetti?
Benjamin: I am chef.
Gordon: Why?
Benjamin: Because the garnish does sides.
Gordon: Tell those two fucking muppets.
Benjamin: Garnish is cooking the spaghetti.
Siobhan: Got it. I need to cook the spaghetti. (interview) Pasta? No one told me I was cooking pasta on my side!
Siobhan: I got the spaghetti down right now.
Gordon: Siobhan, step one, pasta doesn't cook unless the fucking water's boiling. Pasta does not cook unless the water is...
Siobhan:...boiling. My fault.
Fran: (interview) Come on! Hello? Is this brain surgery? It's pasta.
Gordon: Hey red team, what are we doing? We're going to hold up the whole fucking dining room because we're waiting on fucking spaghetti! Get a grip. You need to wake up!
Siobhan: Yes.
Gordon: Oh fuck me. Not tonight.

Narrator: But Salvatore has a question.
Salvatore: Chef, did you say one risotto? One risotto, one capellini?
Scott Leibfried: Two risottos, one capellini, one truffle salad.
Salvatore: Yes, chef.
Scott Leibfried: Lets go.
Salvatore: One minute chef.
Scott Leibfried: Lets go!
Salvatore: Yes, chef.
Autumn: Have you got enough in there for two?
Salvatore: I got it. [puts more rice in the pan]
Gordon: Why are you putting more rice in there? Is that because you just found out there's two risotto?
Salvatore: No, no, no.
Gordon: Oh, my God! Hey, blue team, come here, all of you! The risotto's one minute away from being cooked. He realises we're one portion short. Then they start dumping fresh rice in there. Who's smart idea was that?
Salvatore: It was my idea chef.
Gordon: Why didn't you tell me then?
Salvatore: I apologize, chef.
Gordon: Salvatore, working with a cook who tell's lies is 10,000 times worse than dealing with a chef who can't cook! You just lost my trust! How dare you?! PATHETIC!! Benjamin, watch him. The guy's a fucking liability.
Benjamin: Yes, chef. (interview) You don't lie to your chefs and you don't lie to your fellow cooks. That's like a fucking no-no.
Gordon: Salvatore, now we should start the whole fucking lot again!
Salvatore: Yes, chef.

Gordon: Nilka, where's the risotto?
Nilka: Right here chef.
Gordon: Nilka, no lobster!
Nilka: Oh shit! I thought I put lobster in there chef.
Gordon: Hey madam, you're cursing in front of the children. Hey look at me, I need you to wake up rapidly. Just cook!
Nilka: Say no more.
Narrator: With Nilka's risotto stalling the red kitchen, Jean-Philippe distracts the customers.
Jean-Philippe: [goes over to where a little girl is coloring a picture of Gordon on her menu and adding the quote "YOU DONKEY!"] Let me have a look at it. What's on there?
Girl: "You donkey."
Jean-Philippe: Yeah but it's not my picture, who's picture is that? Chef Ramsay and you call him donkey.
Girl: No, he says it.
Jean-Philippe: Well, whatever Chef Ramsay says now and then, don't use it.
Girl: I won't.
Jean-Philippe: When he's out of the kitchen, I keep reminding him, "Chef, you can't do that."

Gordon: [After Fran's scallops were overcooked] This is shambolic! It's a disaster! I swear to god, I'll throw every one of you out of here and Andi and I will do the fucking service because this is bullshit!
Nilka: This shit is just fucked up!
Gordon: So much for no fucking swearing.

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Scott Hawley]
Gordon: Ohh, fucking hell. Oh, I just... I don't know where to fucking go! (throws his spoon away) I can't take it much more. I can't take it. It's not even pink, it's not even cooked... (Scott tries to retrieve the wellingtons) JUST PUT IT DOWN! AND TOUCH IT! Are you color-blind?!
Scott Hawley: No, chef.
Gordon: GET THEM IN THE OVEN! Come here you! (leads Scott to the pantry and slams the door) WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
Scott Hawley: Nothing chef.
Gordon: BUT YOU KNOW IT'S NOT EVEN COOKED, IT'S RAW, SCOTT! IT'S STONE-COLD IN THE MIDDLE!!!
Scott Hawley: Okay chef. No problem. It won't happen again. I promise. I promise.

[Gordon goes to Red kitchen for the Red team's entrees]
Narrator: Teams got back on track and now Chef Ramsay gathers the Red team.
Gordon: Come here, all of you! All of you! (Gordon interrupts Holli) It's you ditsy!
Narrator: For one simple question.
Gordon: Is that the best roast chicken and is that the best fucking beef requested mid rare? (grabs Siobhan's hand) I want you to touch it. I want you to touch it! Touch it! Touch it! Touch FUCKING IT! (throws spoon away)
Holli: No.
Fran: No, no it's not. The chicken's dry.
Siobhan: Where's the gratin on top?
Scott Hawley: It got pulled off. It was on there before.
Nilka: No, it wasn't.
Gordon: Look at me! Is that the best?
Red Team: No, chef!
Gordon: Is that the best?
Red Team: No, chef!
Gordon: Is that the best?!
Red team: No, chef!
Gordon: Do me a favor, FUCK OFF ALL OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT! And don't you dare switch it off, I'll finish it! Fuck off!
Nilka: I would love to stay and...
Gordon: GET OUT! OUT! GET OUT! (throws the chicken into one of the units) GET OUT!
Nilka: (to herself) I'm sick of this shit.
Gordon: [follows the red team] GET OUT!!!
Holli: That's really embarrassing. What happened?
Gordon: [goes into the blue kitchen] Scott, come in here with me and I'll finish this one, please, yeah?
Scott Leibfried: Okay.
Narrator: Now, Chef Ramsay and his trusted sous chefs, Scott and Andi will complete the red kitchen's dinner service.
Gordon: Three spaghetti, one tagliatelle, yes?
Scott Leibfried: Three spaghetti, one t- (sees the mess that the Red team left) Oh, my god! What the fuck did they do to this place?
Gordon: Yeah, I know.
Scott Leibfried: It went really bad, huh?
Andi: Yep.
[Later after Scott and Andi complete the red team's service]
Narrator: While the blue team gets out all the desserts, Chef Ramsay calls the red team back to the kitchen.
Gordon: All your entrees are served, everything's done. Now come back and do something you're good at, fucking cleaning! At least you'll do something as a team!

Narrator: The Red Team lost, but there seems to be some confusion as who the nominees should be.
Gordon: Who is the best chef on the Red Team?
Scott Hawley: Chef, I feel like I'm the best.
Nilka: Absolutely not! You just take over and say "Oh well, I did this, I did that!" You wanna gloat and rub it in our faces. It's bullshit!
Scott Hawley: It's not gloating or rubbing it in your face, it's just letting you know the truth.
Nilka: We don't need to hear it! We've been doing it before you.
Scott Hawley: None of you guys work in fine dining restaurants.
Fran: You could have surprised us, the way you've produced over the last two days.
Scott Hawley: Oh, thank you Fran. You as well, you've had a pretty easy ride the whole way through.
Fran: Yeah?
Scott Hawley: Injure your hand a little bit, and you get treated like a little fucking princess.
Fran: Oh, yeah, okay.
Gordon: (rolls eyes) Wow. Great team-work there!

Gordon: Siobhan, why do you think you should you stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Siobhan: I take pride in my work, and I put my best effort forward. I use that little bit of knowledge I have, I have passion, and I ask a lot of questions...
Scott Hawley: (interrupting Siobhan) You shouldn't be asking simple fucking questions! It should take care of itself. This isn't culinary school, the common-sense things are driving the red team down, big time.
Gordon: Scott, why are you back here?
Scott Hawley: I was voted up, Chef. I don't agree with it. I've had a tough couple of services, but I'm a hard worker. Obviously, you know that. I just bust ass every day, I have a calmness about me every day, no matter what the stresses bring. By no means, I'm not the worst cook in this team by far, I'm the best cook in this team, the best leader in this team, I can accomplish...
Gordon: (interrupting Scott) I can't take it any more! Fran, Siobhan, fuck off back in line.
Scott Hawley: This team will fucking die if I'm not here.
Gordon: Scott, give me your jacket! I can't take it any more! I cannot take it. (shakes Scott's hand as Scott leaves) I kept waiting and I waited and waited, but it didn't happen. Good night.
Scott: Good night, Chef.

Gordon: If Scott could cook as well as he talks, he'd be the winner of Hell's Kitchen. Unfortunately for him, he can't.

Episode Seven [7.07]Edit

Gordon: When it's brown, it's cooked, When it's black, it's fucked.

Gordon: (checking Fran's broccolini) It's not all over cooked in there, is it?
Fran: No, I just dropped it Chef.
Gordon: Well, why are you draining it in one bit and not the other bit in the same fucking time?
Fran: I just did another piece.
Gordon: So, if you left that in there, it's going to overcook. Get the fucking hell out! It's a piece of broccolini, show a little bit of respect.
Fran: I will Chef. Ready?
Gordon: Now, Benjamin's on the garnish. Fucking hell. (Fran comes to the pass with piping hot undrained potatoes.) Cut the bullshit! Let go! Let go! Lazy. (drains the potatoes in the sink) Madam,
Fran: Yes, Chef.
Gordon: You fucking drain the potatoes, or next time, fuck off! Okay? Yeah? You're just running over here with a hot pan and say, "There you go! You bunch of fucking idiots!"
Fran: I'm sorry, Chef.
Gordon: Show a little bit of respect not to give me a baking hot pan!
Fran: I won't do it again, Chef.
Gordon: Before all the fat doesn't spread all over the fucking stupid fucking place!
Benjamin: (interview) I think Fran is definitely over her head and you can't just disregard safety just because you're busy.
Gordon: Engage your brain!
Fran: Yes, Chef. What are we working on next?
Gordon: Yeah, I like that. "What are we working on?" One trout, one spaghetti, two steak. We're bound to fuck that one up.

Episode Eight [7.08]Edit

[Gordon asks for scallops in the red kitchen]
Gordon: Where is the scallops?!
Fran: How's the scallops?
Siobhan: I had to re-fire one order of scallops.
Gordon: (goes to Siobhan's station; gets her pan of scallops) Look at this! What are you doing there?
Siobhan: I thought they look golden brown, chef.
Gordon: Stop, fuck off will you?
Siobhan: I thought they look fine, chef.
Gordon: You thought they look golden brown.
Holli: (interview) They were fucking black.
[Gordon pours the scallops on a plate]
Gordon: Take that, yeah?
Siobhan: There are some on here that were fine, chef.
Gordon: So, where's the fine ones then?
Siobhan: They're right over here.
Nilka: (interview) Shut the fuck up and cook. 'Yes Chef' and cook. Don't talk, cause he's only gonna shove his foot deeper in your ass!
Gordon: Where are they? Where are they? You've got the nerve to tell me that some of it were fine. (points out some scallops) Wishy-washy, not even seasoned and you know what? More importantly, they're boiled. YOU DONKEY!! Fuck off out! Get out. Get out. Get out, there you go. Get out! Fuck off to the bar and eat it!
Narrator: And Chef Ramsay has sent her to the dining room to eat her mistakes.

Narrator: In the dining room, one customer...
Female diner: Is it cooked?
Male diner: It's rare at best.
Female diner: (talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.
Male diner: Shit!
Narrator: Decides to take manners into his own hands.
Male diner: Oh no! This is rare.
Gordon: (who stands at the Red kitchen) Service, please!
Male diner: Fuck!
Gordon: What's the matter? Oh, talk to me?
Male diner: Medium?
Gordon: Excuse me? Hey, you don't call me you acting like on it's funny. (to male diner) Yeah, do me a favor: That's his job, you fuck off, yes?
Male diner: Are you trying to poison me?
Gordon: Poison you? What a fucking dick. It's beef, you fucking idiot, you tartar! (to male diner again) You never heard of that?
Male diner: It's low grade beef, at best.
Gordon: Go get a shave, you fucking Knob-end!
Male diner: It's low grade dog food, at best.
Gordon: (goes to Blue kitchen) Let's go. Standing on ice on a fucking jerk. Stand strong, buddy! Stand nice and strong. Push your arms up and you're like a fucking quail!

[Gordon checks on chicken brought up by Nilka]
Gordon: All of you, come here! Pink chicken. Not just pink but fucking raw! And you what? Not even cooked. Raw, raw, RAW!! (smashes the chicken on the plate)
Holli: (interview) It's sliced! You could obviously see that's fucking raw. You can't send up raw chicken no matter what.
Gordon: (to Nilka) I would expect you 10x more when you tell me the chicken's raw!
Nilka: (interview) Aaarrrggghhh! Why? I tried so hard, I don't want to fuck up tonight!
Gordon: It's not fair! You can't just do that! The chicken's raw!!
Nilka: You're right.

[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team; returns to the workstation with duck brought up by Ed]
Gordon: Just all of you, come here! In a minute. Now, Jay it's not good enough! It's not there it's inside, but yes it's fucking raw! IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH GUYS!!! (throws his spoon on the floor)
Ed: Let's go, guys!
Gordon: (returns to the workstation and gives a tray of entrées to Ed) Hey, Ed, come here! Hold your hands up! Yeah, look at me! You, you, you and you fuck off out! LEAVE ME ALONE!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!! Fuck off!

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Fran; after finding out that it's undercooked, he has also finally had enough with the Red team]
Gordon: It's raw, every fucking bit. (to Fran) Your risotto! Madam, madam! Taste the risotto, taste the rice! Up and down, up and down, up and fucking down!! (kicks the bin) Do me a favor. Look at me! You, you, you, you and him, GET OUT!! Get out! Get out my sight! Get out!
Holli: (to Fran) Just get out. Just get out.
Gordon: Useless bits of crap!

Episode Nine [7.09]Edit

Episode Ten [7.10]Edit

[Gordon checks the lobster brought up by Nilka]

Gordon: (to Sous-chef Andy) Look at this, Look. It's raw. Nilka?
Nilka: Yes, chef?
Gordon: The lobster is raw. (Nilka groans) Come here, madam, come here! Just touch it will you?
Nilka: I just took it out of the pan.
[Nilka goes to take the lobster back to her station]
Gordon: Look at me! Look at me, put it down! Put it down! Look at me, LOOK AT ME! (Nilka puts the lobster down) Out! GET OUT! Benjamin!
Benjamin: Oui, chef?
Gordon: One lobster. Nilka!
Nilka: Fuck!
Gordon: Get out!
Nilka: I'M GOIN'!
Autumn: (interview) He was annnngry!
Gordon: Madam? Hey, madam! (cuts to Autumn while she slap her cheek in an interview) MADAM!
Nilka: Yes, chef?
Gordon: TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF AND FUCK OFF!
Nilka: NO, CHEF! No! Don't say that, chef, please! CHEF! PLEASE! Chef, please don't say that! (picks up a "wet floor" sign and throws it across the corridor) Oh my fucking god!

Gordon: Fucking hell. (to the chefs) Now pick it up!
Jason Ellis: Yes, chef.
Narrator: With Nilka gone, the kitchen jumps into action.
Gordon: Two minutes to the window.
Benjamin: Two minutes, chef!
Narrator: But Nilka isn't ready to leave just yet.
[Nilka walks back into the kitchen]
Gordon: Let's go, Scott please?... (sees Nilka) Nilka!
Nilka: Chef...
Gordon: No, no, no. I'm in the middle of service. Take your jacket off and get out of Hell's Kitchen. I've had enough. I can't do it, okay?
Nilka: Please!
Gordon: Nilka, don't do this to me. They're under pressure, we're under pressure. Take your jacket off and get out!
Nilka: I want to still cook and prove myself, chef. (interview) And I won't stop? No, 'cos this is my dream, this is my fucking destiny, and this is what I want.
Gordon: (reading off a ticket) Turbot, wellington...
Nilka: I want to cook!
Gordon: Lobster, turbot, wellington, beef. Let's go.
Nilka: I don't want to leave like this, chef.
Gordon: Ohh, fuck me. Fucking hell.
Nilka: Please let me do it. Please let me do it.
Ed: (interview) Nilka wouldn't leave. If you're asked to leave one time, then you leave. Get the hell out of here.
[Nilka tries to push Benjamin off the fish station and get back on it herself]
Nilka: Please? I can do this shit!
Gordon: Turbot, lobster, wellington, beef. Nilka!
Nilka: I want to cook!
Gordon: GET OUT!
Nilka: I want to cook! I can do this! Please!
Gordon: Hey, guys, I'm telling you now, do something for me. Get her out of here!
Benjamin: Nilka, you gotta go.
Gordon: Benjamin!
Benjamin: Oui chef.
Gordon: Get her out!
[Benjamin starts to usher Nilka out of the kitchen]
Benjamin: You gotta go! When chef tells you to go, you gotta go.
Jay: Go, go, go! (interview) Hurricane Nilka just had an absolute category five meltdown.
Nilka: Oh my fucking god, I don't want to leave!
Benjamin: Nilka, get out!
Gordon: TAKE YOUR JACKET OFF AND GET OUT!!!
Nilka: This is so fucked up. I gave my whole life for this shit. (interview) It hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to take my jacket off. It just, oh! It's just...it pisses me off that it went down like this, it really really did. It really really did.

[after Nilka left the kitchen, the remaining chefs hurry to finish dinner service]

Narrator: Dinner service has been completed with time to spare and the diners are off to the theater. (cuts to Nilka packing her bags) But they aren't the only ones exiting Hell's Kitchen in a hurry.
Nilka: (interview) You know it hurts to get kicked out of here like this, it really really does. I don't want to go home. I don't want to go home. I don't, I came here for a reason. (sheds a tear)

Nilka (upon walking out the back exit and seeing Gordon standing alongside a waiting taxicab): I was hoping I'd get to see you again.
Gordon: Nilka, listen. I just want to say that you walk out of here with your head up high. Sadly, you're not ready to take that head chef's job. But what you are ready to continue doing is following your dream. Don't stop that.
Nilka: I'm not. I'm just so mad at myself 'cause I think I was ready. But tonight proved otherwise.
Gordon: Listen, you have done phenomenally well. I've never come out here to say goodbye, but I wanted to make the effort to say goodbye and to say thank you.
Nilka: (tearfully) Thank you.
Gordon: Come here. (they both hug each other) Thank you. Yes? (opens the passenger side door of the taxi) Now, one more thing.
Nilka: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Your jacket.
Nilka: No, you don't have to.
Gordon: (laughing) Your jacket.
Nilka: (laughing) I don't want to. (hands over her chef's jacket) Thank you, chef.
Gordon: Good night, my love.
Nilka: Good night.
Gordon: Well done. (as the taxi starts up) Head up high.
Nilka: I will. Always.

[The final six after receiving black jackets and Chef Ramsay speaks on Nilka's elimination]
Gordon: Tonight was the best service we've had in Hell's Kitchen, and that's why I rewarded the final six. Now, only the best chefs remain. Nilka was clearly out of her depth.

Episode Eleven [7.11]Edit

Gordon: I've really fucking had enough, Benjamin. Because no one's fucking concentrating. So easy for you to ruin things. Well, let me tell you something, you fucking ruined my night!
Autumn: (interview) It was crazy over there, I think it was just off. And people need to, like, take a step back from everything that's going on and just cook.
Gordon: You all done it before, and you can do ten times better, BUT NO ONE GIVES A FUCK! (kicks the bin) THAT'S WHAT FUCKS ME OFF! What are we doing, Jay, Ed, and Benjamin?!

Episode Twelve [7.12]Edit

Narrator: As Chef Ramsay leaves the kitchen for a quick moment...
Scott: Tuna!
Jason: Yes, chef.
Narrator: Sous Chef Scott steps in to keep the momentum going.
Jason: Pasta's up, chef.
Scott: Who's got the garnish for the tuna?
Benjamin: Garnish for the tuna, chef.
Narrator: And Benjamin unwisely decides this would be a good time to become a leader.
Benjamin: (reading off the next ticket) Next pick-up, two chicken, one...
Scott: Hey, hey, hey, hey! Let me tell you something. You think for one minute you're going to start fucking running this pass? You may be a fucking good cook, but you suck as a leader. You think you're going to do my fucking job, I'll leave right now. You think you can do it?
Benjamin: No, chef.
Scott: You think you can do it? You think you can put up with all this bullshit?
Benjamin: No, chef.
Scott: I know you can't. (turns red) NOW, GET THE FUCK OVER THERE, AND DON'T EVER COME UP TO MY PASS AGAIN AND TRY TO TAKE MY FUCKING PLACE!!
Autumn: (interview) Holy crap! I don't think Ben had a good night.
Scott: YOU GOT IT?
Benjamin: Yes, chef!
Scott: GET OVER THERE!
Benjamin: (interview) Chef Scott ripped my fucking asshole. You know, ripped my asshole this big. That totally sucked.

Episode Fifteen [7.15]Edit

Jay: (interview) Hopefully, I can take (Holli's) pants off tonight.

Season 8Edit

Episode One [8.01]Edit

[During the signature dish tasting]
Gordon: What is it?
Antonia: It's a Mardi Gras gumbo. (lifts the lid)
Gordon: Oh, god! Does it normally look like a plate of liquid shit?
Antonia: No. (interview) Every time I make my gumbo it always gets eaten, and everybody loves it. It's going to be good.
[Chef Ramsay eats some of the dish, gags, and then throws up in the trash can]
Gordon: (coughs) Fucking hell!
Antonia: (rolls eyes) Oh, god.
Gordon: Are you crazy?! Have you tasted that?
Antonia: No, I didn't get a chance to taste it, Chef.
Gordon: So you cooked it and you didn't even taste it?
Antonia: I didn't have enough time. I'm so sorry you don't like it.
Gordon: Don't like it?
Antonia: I'm sorry it wasn't up to par.
Gordon: Up to par? It's inedible!
Antonia: (shrugs) Okay, then throw it out.
Gordon: No, I'm not going to throw it out! (to Raj) Big man! You like your food, take a mouthful and pass it along.
[Raj samples the dish and passes it along to Rob, who also tastes it]
Rob: (interview) It was completely repulsive. I would rather have had a cat shit in my mouth than have eaten that any further!
[Vinny and Nona taste the dish, and also look disgusted]
Gordon: (coughs) Oh, shit!
Nona: (interview) Oh, my God! I don't even know how to explain that!
Gordon: Vinny! What does that taste to you of?
Vinny: A big bowl of mud.
[Sabrina brings the bowl back over to Ramsay, who throws it into the trash can]
Gordon: Dear, oh dear!

[Raj and Sabrina Brimhall are about to present their signature dishes]
Gordon: (to Raj) Nice suspenders. (they are both wearing suspenders)
Raj: Oh thank you. Yes sir. Yes, chef.

Gordon: Big boy, first name is...
Raj: Raj. (interview) I am an executive chef and I began cooking when I was 14 years old.
Gordon: Show me your dish.
Raj: (interview) I was always the best cook in the kitchen, so I can't see why this would be any different.
Raj: This is a seafood and vegetable pancake.
Gordon: My god! It's a what?
Raj: A seafood and vegetable pancake.
Gordon: Pancake?
Raj: Yeah a pancake.
Gordon: What?! That is a pancake?
Raj: It's uh-- yeah.
Gordon: Does that look like a pancake?!
Raj: Mm-hmm.
Gordon: (tilts the plate allowing the grease from the pancake to drip down.) It's going for a piss. A pancake that pisses. (tastes) It's a shame because the seafood actually tastes quite nice inside.
Raj: Oh thank you.
Gordon: However, it looks a mess. Presentation's shocking.

Narrator: In the Blue kitchen, Chef Ramsay needs...
[Raj is standing at the pass writing orders to the kitchen]
Gordon: Raj, help them or FUCK OFF!!!
Raj: (interview) It was fairly abusive on his part. I'm a little bit worried about Chef Ramsay's, you know, karma.
Gordon: Russell, get off of there and let these two work as a team.
Russell: (interview) Boris and Raj are working together. It's like watching two idiots do a Rubik's Cube, and there's no chance on Earth they're going to get it right.
Boris: Mozzarella cheese, I got the cheese. (To Raj) All I'm asking you to please to help me the roll the fucking dough.
Raj: Where the fuck is it?
Boris: It's here. First, shape it. Here. Put it here, put it down, shape it.
Raj: The dough's there, you can't roll it.
Boris: Roll the fucking pizza dough.
Raj: Here's more mozzarella. (starts slicing the mozzarella)
Boris: (To Raj) ROLL THE FUCKING PIZZA DOUGH! What are you doing? Are you fucking...? Grrrr!
Boris: (interview) My partner was sent here to sabotage. That guy is fucking nuts.
Gordon: Why aren't you two working as a team?
Boris: We're doing as best we can, Chef.
Gordon: We're screwed on a fucking pizza.

Gordon: (with a pizza) Melissa.
Melissa: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Touch that. Touch that. What is that?
Melissa: It's raw, chef.
Gordon: It's what?
Melissa: It's raw, chef.
Gordon: Touch that! It's RAW Melissa!
Melissa: Yes, chef.
Gordon: It's raw! Come on!
Melissa: Yes, chef.
Boris: (mocking Gordon) "It's RAWWW!!" "It's fucking RAWWW!!"
Louis: (interview) Boris, what were you thinking buddy? You don't mock Gordon Ramsay.
Gordon: Boris.
Boris: Yes sir?
Gordon: Come here.
Boris: Yes sir.
Gordon: So I'm telling her about a raw pizza and you mimic me out in the back.
Boris: I'm sorry chef.
Gordon: Yeah, so I'm telling her the pizza's raw, come here you. Fuck face.
Boris: (interview) Oh noo!
Gordon: And there you go, you touch it then. Now look at me! Take the piss out of me now, fuck-face! What's your fucking crack?
Boris: I don't have any crack chef.
Gordon: Yeah, what's your game?
Boris: I'm just here to cook sir.
Gordon: Now look at me! You fucking take the piss out of me one more time in the middle of fucking service yeah, kiss your fucking arse goodbye. Is that clear?
Boris: Understood chef.
Gordon: WAKE UP!!
Boris: It will not happen again. (interview) I shouldn't have done that. I meant no disrespect. What can I say? I'm losing my mind.
Gordon: (to Boris) Just concentrate. Look at me, look at me. Just fucking concentrate.
Boris: Will do, Chef. Yes, sir.

[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]
James: Chef, I got tables walking out. They've been here two hours chef.
Gordon: Fucking hell. Hey, ladies, come here. Hey, all of you, come here! LADIES! Move your fucking arse! BORIS!
Boris: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Look out there! You're kidding me? Tables are leaving. No one's even working together. No one's even caring. You're (Sabrina) bringing me the main courses, bypassing your team. You (Boris) laughed at me earlier, pissing around with your fucking pizzas. And you (Raj) just switched off! Where do we go? Where the fuck do we go? Any bright ideas?
Narrator: Over two hours into dinner service, not a single entrée has left either kitchen and the diners are leaving.
Gordon: No one's even working together. No one's even caring! Fuck off, is that clear?
Chefs: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Everything off. Clear down.

Episode Two [8.02]Edit

Gordon: Two risotto, two scallops, entrée one chicken, three rib-eye.
Blue Team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: (sees Raj turning back without answering) You, come here. You're standing here next to me, I called it out and you just turned your fat arse around you didn't even acknowledge me.
Raj: I'm here. Yes, chef. What do you need?
Gordon: What do I need?! What did I just call out? (Raj doesn't answer) WHAT DID I JUST CALL OUT, RAJ?! I'm talking to you!
Louis: (interview) The fact that Raj is 49 and still alive and not in jail or in an asylum is a fucking miracle.
Gordon: What did I just call out?
Raj: I didn't catch it.
Gordon: Oh fuck me. Useless.
Narrator: Just over half a hour in the dinner service Raj hasn't even begun cooking but is already disappointed Chef Ramsay.

Gordon: (to Scott) Yeah, just check that. There's no sides on there, I don't know why.
James: (to Vinny) Come over here! Chef, one of his tables, he's telling them they can't have side orders because it takes too long to get it out of the kitchen.
Vinny: What I said was, I'd be happy to bring them to you...
Gordon: Shut it! Come in here!
Vinny: That is not what I told them.
Gordon: Why?
Vinny: That is NOT what I told them.
Gordon: What did you tell them?
Vinny: Exactly what I told them was this: I said "I'm telling you the truth. The sides are delicious, but it's going to take a lot longer if you want sides, so..."
Gordon: STOP EVERYBODY! Now Captain Vinny here is telling the customers not to order sides! (to Raj) Come here, did you tell him not to order sides?
Raj: Of course not! Why would I say that?!
Gordon: Don't fucking shout at me, fuck-face! You told him that? "Don't push the sides, so I look good."
Raj: No, I'm ready with the sides! Look, I got all the sides ready, I'm waiting for the order.
Gordon: So why's he not taking the orders?
Raj: I have no idea, but look at these sides, it's all ready! He's- he's- I'm- he's- okay...
Vinny: Want to know the truth?
Gordon: Yeah, I do want to know the truth!
Vinny: The truth is, I have no faith that he's going to be able to get the sides out.
Gordon: You'd better understand one fucking thing! You do NOT decide what goes out of this kitchen.
Vinny: I don't know.
Gordon: GET OUT!
Vinny: Yes, Chef.
Gordon: GET OUT YOU!!!
Vinny: FUCK!!!

[Gordon checks on sushi brought up by Curtis; finds that there's no wasabi in it]

Gordon: (returns to the workstation) I've got the sushi now with no wasabi! (to Curtis) You, fuck off out of here!
Curtis: (interview) Don't tell me to fuck off. That man's fucking dead!
Gordon: I've had enough! I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!

Narrator: While members of the blue team continue multiplying in the dorms...
Gordon: Look at the fucking garnish.
Narrator:...so are Raj's pans of garnish.
Gordon: Come here. The big fucking sack of piss and wind. You're stacking up your garnishes and it's getting longer and longer and longer and longer. In about five minutes time, you'll have all those fucking garnishes right outside the kitchen. Shut up! Get out!
Raj: (interview) I don't know what to do. I don't know how to... I don't know. I don't know how to handle the situation, I mean...
Gordon: GET OUT NOW!!
Raj: (interview) I don't even know what the hell's going on. What happened? Why? (walks into the dorm and puts his head inside the freezer.)

[After failing to serve a single table, Gordon has finally had it with the remaining members of the blue team; returns to the workstation with Caesar salads brought up by Louis]

Gordon: Come here, all of you!
Louis: Fuck!
Gordon: There's the walnuts on one, there's the walnuts on the OTHER!!! Shit! (to the blue team) Hey, you, you, you! Hey, you! Come here! Hey, you! Come here! [leads the blue team to the washroom and kicks the door straight out to the dorms] Get out! GET OUT!!!
Louis: (interview) Not only did he throw us all out of the kitchen. He let us out of the kitchen. (screenshot of Louis and the other blue team members in the dorms) This makes me feel like you're (shows his hand) this big.

Rob: Oh... what's the big fucking deal?
Louis: The girls were calling out entrées for the last two hours. I didn't come here to look like an asshole two nights in a row, okay. We're going to do it again tomorrow if we don't...
Raj: Okay, fellas, yeah. Please, please, please, kids...
Louis: HOW DARE YOU CONDESCEND ME! I'm 28 years old, I've been a professional in this industry for 14 years, I work in a camp and I work my fucking ass off! You're 50, how dare you fucking condescend to me, man! YOU STUPID FUCK!
Boris: Shut the fuck up.
Raj: Listen!
Louis: How dare you condescend to me!
Vinny: BRO, YOU'RE FIFTY YEARS OLD AND YOU COULDN'T PICK PARSLEY!
Boris: (throwing a box at Raj) You're a fucking douchebag!
Vinny: (to Boris) Go, bro!
Raj: You're attacking me! Motherfucker! You're throwing shit at me!
Vinny: Shut up!
Boris: Fuck you, man.
Raj: Fuck you, you bitch!
Boris: You're a waste of life. You're a fucking waste of life, Raj.
Raj: [flips Boris off] Fuck you! (interview) They just blame me because I'm an easy target for them. You know, here I am in that snake pit, and I'm the mongoose, and the mongoose is trying to fight the cobra.

Gordon: Gentlemen, you lost. Vinny decided that it was a bright idea to tell the customers, "Don't order sides, because the kitchen can't deliver." How dare you! That's my decision, and not yours. None of you are here to kiss my arse, but I expect some FUCKING RESPECT!!

[The blue team lost the night's service; they nominated Raj and Boris for elimination, Chef Ramsay also nominated Vinny]
Gordon: Raj, why just did you stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Raj: I just stay in Hell's Kitchen, chef, Because I am being falsely accused and I'm getting more familiar with everything and it's going to be good and it just need a little more time I'm a slow learner.
Gordon You're forty-fucking-nine! I need a fast learner!
Raj: Yes, chef.

Episode Three [8.03]Edit

Rob: (interview after Raj has escaped elimination) I'm more shocked that that lunatic is still here.
Raj: (interview) YAHOOO WOOOAOOOOAOAAAAOOAH! ALL RIGHT!! Thank you lord! Thank you Jesus! I FEEL LIKE PRAYING! Now I am definitely going to win this competition now. I know it!

[During the breakfast cooking challenge]
Gordon: Raj, where's the scrambled egg?
Raj: Okay. (brings the scrambled egg to the pass.)
Gordon: (tastes) Hey, guys, guys. Come here. All of you, come here quick! Hurry up! (pushes Raj of his way) Get out of the way. Get out of the way. Oooh, get out of the way. Taste it. Taste it. Taste it! Taste it! Taste it! Taste it! Not an ounce of seasoning!
Raj: What do you--?!
Russell: We're doing it again! Don't argue with chef!
Trev: (interview) Don't talk back to chef. He says something, you say "Yes, chef" and move on. That's it.
Gordon: Say that again? Say that again? Hey, don't spit fucking scrambled egg in my face! Say that again?!
Narrator: In the true test of teamwork, the red team has come together and served over half of their diners.
Diner: Oh, this is really good.
Narrator: The men, however haven't served a single table and they're at a standstill. Thanks to Raj's unseasoned eggs.
Gordon: Say that again?!
Raj: Yes, chef.
Gordon: There's not an ounce of fucking seasoning in there. These guys save lives for a living and you're about to fuck up their breakfast. Got it?
Raj: Yes, chef. (interview) Chef Ramsay's like "Oh, my God! THERE'S NO SALT! THERE'S NO PEPPER!" and I'm like "What the?"
Raj: Go ahead, go! Go! (interview) I thought I seasoned it chef correctly but obviously I didn't.
Gordon: Why's he cooking scrambled egg when he can't even season it?
Raj: (interview) I tried to make some sense of it. This intense chaos. [goes into the pantry and puts his head in the refrigerator] I gotta cool off somehow. (interview) I tried to cool off by sticking my head in the refrigerator but I couldn't.
Gordon: RAJ, MOVE YOUR FAT FUCKING ARSE!

[During the blue team's punishment]
Trev: What's this? Raj? Raj? Just give up halfway?
Raj: I'm just trying to cover it.
Trev: Give me a fucking wrap. (interview) I've tried everything I can with this big dumb animal and it's frustrating. It's tiring.
Trev: It's bullshit that he's even still here.
Raj: Hey, hey, hey, hey.
Vinny: I'm going to be in here longer because obviously you've been fucking cooking in restaurants for the last 30 years.
Raj: Unfair.
Trev: What's so unfair about it?! You suck!
Vinny: You're going to tank us.
Raj: You guys are going to keep going with it?
Trev: Yes! Nothing gets through that thick skull of yours!
Raj: (interview) Trevor's harassing me for no reason and he's being more of a problem than a solution.
Raj: You guys seem to be targeting me in a vicious fashion. You got something about me because I'm older?
Trev: Go home Raj! Just go home. Go home and stuff yourself with Twinkies so you can have a fucking heart attack on your recliner!
Raj: Oh, so now you're going to make fun of my weight.
Trev: We gotta figure out what you're good at. You gotta be good at something, right? Aside from sleeping and fucking eating and running your god-damn jaw. You gotta be good at something! Mr. "I'm a chef and I'm almost 50 and I've got more experience than anybody." What the fuck have you done so far?! You're fucking dilly dallying in the fucking pastry section...
Raj: Shut up! [Snaps and gets in Trev's face] SHUT UP!!! SHUT UP!!! SHUT THE FUCK UP!!
Narrator: Near the end of a long, punishing day, a non-stop verbal between Raj and Trev is at its peak.
Trev: Or what?
Raj: I said shut up! Just shut up!
Trev: Or what?!
Boris: Guys, guys, guys! Come on!
Raj: Fuck all of you! YOU GUYS ARE A BUNCH OF SNAKES! YOU FUCKING SNAKE!

[the chefs meet up in front of Chef Ramsay]
Gordon: Raj, haven't given up on you. However, push it tonight.
Raj: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Come back.
Raj: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And stay out the fucking fridge.
[flashback where Raj sticks his head in the freezer during the team challenge]
Raj: Yes, chef.

[James returns to the pass with appetizers]
Gordon: What's wrong with that?
James: Red team, salty.
Gordon: (returns to the workstation) Oh, dear. Ladies.
Jillian: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Now it's coming back, salty! (tosses one plate on the workstation) Wow!

Narrator: While the blue team...
Gordon: Salmon!
Raj: The salmon's ready.
Narrator: Has moved on to entrées.
Raj: And it's perfect! (interview) I have personally cooked thousands and thousands and thousands of salmon in my life.
[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Raj; finds that the salmon is floating in a brown liquid]
Gordon: What's that in there? Wh-what...?
Scott: That's not grilled.
Gordon: Oh, dear. Raj! What's that? What is that stock he's putting in that salmon?
Vinny: It's supposed be grilled, dude.
Raj: Yeah, I grilled it, and then I finished it with a little bit of sauce.
[Gordon tastes some of the liquid in the pan, then spits it out in disgust]
Russell: No sauce, bro. [Ramsay pours the contents of the pan onto Raj's worktop and drops the pan] C'mon, get another one going, bro!
Raj: (interview) My personal techniques are not working for Chef Ramsay.
Gordon: Disgusting!
Raj: (interview) He's the chef, it's his opinion, and I have zero opinion.
Scott: Start over.
Narrator: Raj's cooking techniques aren't cutting in with Chef Ramsay. And in the red kitchen...
Gordon: (with an overcooked Dover Sole) Melissa, it's overcooked!
Narrator: ...neither are Melissa's.
Gordon: Out it comes, look at that. Overcooked on the bottom, crispy as fuck, and it looks like Gandhi's flip-flop! What a shame!
Jillian: (interview) I don't know where he comes up with this stuff! Gandhi didn't even wear flip-flops, he lived in the jungle, I don't think the dude even had shoes.
Gordon: Look it underneath! [knocks his hand on the workstation]
Melissa Doney: (interview) Shit!
Narrator: As Melissa starts over with her Dover sole, guests on both sides of the dining room continue to wait, but not for long. In the blue kitchen...
Gordon: Where's the salmon?!
Raj: T-two seconds.
Narrator: Raj is ready with his second attempt on the salmon.
Gordon: Two seconds, one two!
Raj: I mean uhm, thirty sec-I mean uhm one minute.
Narrator: Well, almost ready.
Gordon: Just concentrate. I don't want a blah-blah-blah.
Raj: I'm sorry to say that, but it's true.
Gordon: What a fucking bozo!
Raj: Here it is. Here it is.
[Gordon checks the salmon; finds that it's still raw]
Gordon: Oh, dear. Raj! Come here you. It's raw. (angrily smashes the raw salmon) It's fucking RAAAWWW!!!
Boris: (interview) Come on, man!
Gordon: It's raw!!!!
Boris: (interview) That guy can't change his underwear the right way.
Gordon: We haven't even served the fucking entrée for in the need to get the food out.
Boris: Oh boy, here we go.
Gordon: I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!
Narrator: 90 minutes into dinner service, and Raj's problems on the fish station continued.
Raj: Chef, would you mind if I said something or no? (Gordon plugs his ears)
Gordon: Not to me, you're not.
Russell: No don't say a damn thing. Just finish the tickets.
Raj: You know the salmon that I gave you that I smashed, right? (interview) I'm not this timid man who's just going to sit back and just say "OOOKAY, CHEF."
Raj: You know, I'm going to try to make a case for myself. Really chef, really.
Gordon: We're in the middle of service right now and I want food. SHUT IT!!
Raj: (interview) But...it's hard.
Gordon: Hey, what do you think this is a talk show? COOK YOUR FUCKING DISH AND SHUT YOUR FAT MOUTH!!!
Raj: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Vinny, get a piece of salmon on there, yes?
Vinny: Yes, chef. (interview) Raj just cannot cook at all, anything, ever. (back in the kitchen) Give me a time. (inteview) So I gotta go there and do it for him. (back in the kitchen) Hot behind, salmon on the pass.
Gordon: Perfect, let's go.
Narrator: Thanks to Vinny, Raj's salmon is finally making its way out to the dining room.

Boris: Chef, hold on. (on his wellingtons) It's raw.
Gordon: Oh, come on.
Boris: I can't give you raw meat. I'm sorry chef.
Narrator: Thanks to Boris, no food is leaving the blue kitchen.
Scott: There you go, send it back.
Narrator: But thanks to Raj, none of them are going to waste.
[Raj starts eating the leftover fish]
Raj: (interview) I see all this food, and it looks delicious, so I just, you know, ate it.
Boris: Raj, please don't do that.
Gordon: Look, he's eating it, look! Haven't you got enough in there?
Raj: But that's so good! It's really a waste.
Gordon: Wow!
Raj: No. I mean it just a quick little bite. It's really tasty.
Gordon: Aaahhh, fucking hell!
Raj: (interview) How could Chef Ramsay blame me for eating this delicious food, it's fantastic.
Narrator: While Raj has snack time in the blue kitchen, over in the red kitchen, Gail... (cuts to Gail staring in space)
Gordon: Gail!
Narrator: ...has nap time.
Gordon: Wakey-wakey! You're on fire.
Nona: (interview) Oh, my god! There's flames shooting up! And Gail was (sticks her tongue out in disgust) nothing. Nothing's happening.
Gordon: Gail, out of the way! Oh, my god.
[Gordon picks the pan from the burner and throws it on the sink, then picks up the burnt rib-eye beef]
Gordon: (holding the rib-eye beef) Gail, I think your pan's a bit too hot. (throws the rib-eye back in the sink) You've lost it.
Gail: No, chef.
Gordon: No, you've given up. Body language, face, attitude. You've given up. You're just standing there, watching a piece of rib-eye beef set on fire, it's out of control! You've given up.
Narrator: Back in the blue kitchen...
Raj: Up to the pass with the halibut.
Narrator': Raj is eager to finally impress Chef Ramsay.
Gordon: Sorry for the delay, let's go.
Raj: (interview) HIIIIIYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAHHHHH! HAAAAAAH!
Narrator: ...maybe, a little too eager.
Gordon: How many have you cooked? One two, three. Oh, my god.
Raj: (interview) When I get busy, I start firing everything. So when they need it, I got it.
Gordon: What are you doing? Playing the odds? Maybe one will be good out of three.
Raj: (interview) But this is Chef Ramsay's kitchen, you can't do that.
Gordon: Why will I try to fire three tables?
Raj: Uhm, yes, uhm...
Gordon: (disgusted) Donkey!
Vinny: Dude, you can't serve this to anybody. He's not going to take that. (interview) Raj cooks three dover soles before we're even to close to..to needing them.
Gordon: Sole special!
Raj: Chef? We, uh, ran out of the sole special.
Gordon: What?... (reaches for a ticket) I've got three on ORDER?!
Louis: (interview) We ran out of dover sole. Oh man, this is going to be real ugly.
Gordon: Oh no...
Boris: (interview) This sucks. Embarrassing! Fuck!
Raj: (interview) It's a very bad situation. I don't know what we're going to do at this point. I think we're going to have to figure something out quickly.
Narrator: Thanks to Raj, the blue team has run of dover sole. And Chef Ramsay has run out of patience.
Gordon: Get out there and tell them you're dragging two! You go to the customers and tell them you fucked it up!
Raj: I need another jacket, though, I can't go out there with this jacket.
Gordon: Hey, come he--come here you. If I tell you to get out there, I don't give a fuck if you've got a thong on your fat crack. Get out there!
Raj: I can't, with this thing. I can't, I'm sorry, Chef.
Gordon: Hey, hey, listen, fuck off out there, will you?
[Raj removes his apron and walks over to Chef Scott]
Raj: I can't put this...
Scott: PUT IT DOWN AND GET OUT THERE!
[Raj leaves the kitchen and tells the diners to say sorry]
Raj: (interview) Couple of things are going to my head.
Raj: (begins talking to hungry diners) Hi, my name is Raj.
Raj: (interview) My God, look at this, I'm a star.
Raj: (goes talking to hungry diners, again) I'm terribly sorry, but we ran out of the sole special week.
Raj: (interview) Then the next thing you know, look at this, I'm an idiot. So it's this elation and then this degration. All at the same time.
Raj: We have other nice fish if you like to try that instead.

[The red team have lost, and nominated Emily and Sabrina for elimination]

Gordon: Sabrina, tell me very quickly, why you should stay in Hell's Kitchen.
Sabrina: I don't think that I should go home. I shouldn't be here, Melissa should be here. Who has been consistently horrible? The executive chef, right there! Emily, yeah, she fucked up and she sucks, but at least she hasn't done as horribly as Melissa.
Gordon: Take a big, deep breath. I want to know why you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen, yeah? You.
Sabrina: I'm here to learn, and I'm here to grow. I have bigger balls and more determination than any of these fucking girls here! All of them put together, chef!
Gordon: Okay, this is a very difficult decision. The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... (a pause, then Chef Ramsay points to the blue team, who won that night's service) Raj! Get your arse over here. (Raj stands up and walks over to Chef Ramsay, while the assembled red and blue team members laugh at him) You, big boy are out of your league, BIG TIME. And I personally can't go an inch further. Jacket! (Raj hands over his jacket, then starts walking in the direction of Chef Ramsay's office. Ramsay points him to the actual exit) There's the door there, big boy!
Raj: (outside the restaurant) I can't believe it. It's just a shock. I didn't get along with anybody. I didn't get along with Chef Ramsay. I didn't get along with Scott. I didn't like the menu. But it was a great experience. I had a great time and I'm glad I did it.
Gordon: (to the blue team) Relieved?
Vinny: Oh, yeah. It was like a reward, bro. Thank you.

Gordon: When the going gets tough in the kitchen, a chef puts his head down and cooks. All Raj wanted to do was put his head in the freezer and that's why his stay in Hell's Kitchen was a short one.

Episode Four [8.04]Edit

Gordon: One chicken, one pork chop!
Louis: Five minutes, chef.
Gordon: (holds the tickets) [The man is going to propose to his girlfriend] He's trying to propose to his future fiancée!
Louis: Yeah.
Gordon: Move, Louis!
Louis: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You'll may make them break up before they get married!
Louis: Thirty seconds, cutting pork now. (interview) Once you get behind out something it can't let things get to you. I am just hitting my strive and ready to rock. (on his pork chop) The pork is fucking pink! Chef Scott?
Scott Leibfried: What?
Louis: [carries the pork in his hands] I fucked the pork and it's pink. It's pink chef.
Scott Leibfried: You can't even put it on a pan, you god damn slob?! You're going to walk around with a pork chop in your hands like that?! GET IT IN THE FUCKING OVEN!!!
Louis: Yes, chef.
Scott Leibfried: (to Louis) You walk around like a pig, what kind of slob are you?
Trev: (interview) Seriously what the fuck!
Gordon: All of you! COME HERE! ALL OF YOU! You fucking go on a reward, you take advantage, you come back and you perform like FUCKING IDIOTS!!
Louis: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Get a grip!!
Louis: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Or fuck off!!
Louis: Yes, chef.

Gordon: (to Boris) Can you stop washing pans?
Trev: Boris!
Rob: (intervew) Wow! Boris, what the fuck up!
Gordon: This is a fucking kitchen!! I'M TRYING TO FUCKING RUN A RESTAURANT!!!
Boris: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Come here you! [leads Boris to the washroom] You want wash pans?! Get down there! Fuck off will you?! Do it full-time! Get on there! What a muppet.

[after Russell failed to bring the polenta for the pork, Gordon has had it]
Gordon: All of you, just stop! You make yourself look so stupid. And look, the food died. It's like a funeral in here. Do me one big favor: Get out. Get out. GET FUCKING OUT!!

Episode Five [8.05]Edit

Narrator: In the Red kitchen, Melissa has already moved onto entrées.
Gordon: What in the fuck?
Narrator: Unfortunately, her team is not even close to completing the appetizers.
Gordon: Melissa!
Melissa: Yes, chef?
Gordon: What is that?! All of you come here!
Nona: (interview) Melissa had put in a huge pile of filets in the oven. Apps weren't even done yet. I don't even know what to do in this situation.
Gordon: We've sent three tables of appetizers, and you're sticking all the beef in the oven!
Sabrina: (interview) Why the hell would you do that? Even I wouldn't do that.
Gordon: Do you want to go home? Why don't you make my life easier and just fuck off home? You can't be normal! (starts counting the filets) 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6...
Jillian: (interview) Oh, my God!
Gordon: ...7, 8, 9, 10, 11...
Jillian: (interview) Stupid!
Gordon: ...12, 13, 14, 15, 16...
Nona: (interview) Oh, HELL no!
Gordon: ...17, 18, 19, 20, 21...
Emily: (interview) What the hell are you doing, lady?
Melissa: There's 23 on the board, chef.
Gordon: SO WHAT?! WHY ARE YOU COOKING THEM NOW?! (no response from Melissa) Nona, why?
Nona: I don't know, chef.
Gordon: It doesn't make sense! They're gone, they're overcooked.
Melissa: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I can't do it anymore with you. You need a system! THERE'S NO SYSTEM! I CAN'T KEEP ON TELLING YOU EVERY FUCKING SERVICE!

Episode Seven [8.07]Edit

James: [Gives Gordon a ticket] It's your family.
Gordon: Here we go. On order: six covers, table one.
Blue team: Yes chef!
Gordon: Three wings, one mozzarella, one risotto, one truffle salad.
Boris: Yes chef!
Gordon: My family!
Boris: (interview) We better get this fucking order right.
Boris: Let's go, guys yes?
Russell: Three wings, one mozz is coming chef. Vinny, are you ready on the risotto?
Vinny: No, no.
Gordon: Vinny, I need the fucking risotto! What are you doing?
Vinny: (interview) I can't sit there and [waves his hands] go like this and have my risottos' magically finish.
Gordon: Hurry up Vinny! We've got to go up now!
Vinny: Yes chef. (interview) I grabbed the risotto I had just sent up for the previous table. There's nothing wrong with it.
Vinny: Yo, I'm going up with the risotto guys!
Gordon: No, that's not fair. That's old! Trying to get away. Hey bozo, come here you.
Vinny: Yes chef. What happened?
Gordon: Shut your fat East coast mouth! This table that you just sent me that shit for, happens to be my family!
Boris: (interview) Oh no. What are you doing?
Gordon: And even if it's not my family, they deserve a fresh risotto. Look at me, you dirty little fucker! If you can't be bothered to do it, fuck off out of here! Do you want to go home? Whether it's my family or not, if your family were here, or your family were here, or your family, I'd make your family or your wife or your children A FRESH FUCKING RISOTTO! He sneaks that in there. That's the shit I served five minutes ago!
Rob: Okay, refire guys!
James: Everybody's really happy apart from your family.
Gordon: Apart from my family. Come on, Vinny!
Vinny: (interview) Yes chef, sorry chef, won't happen again. That's all he wants to hear and I'll fix it.

[Nona and Rob are up for elimination]
Gordon: Rob, give me your jacket big boy... (Rob takes off his jacket) ...because it's filthy and dirty. This is a clean one, get it on and get back in line!

Episode Eight [8.08]Edit

Gordon: All of you, come here! What night is this? What the fuck?
Red team: The most important night of the year.
Gordon: It's the most important night. Is this the most important gnocchi you'll ever get?
Trev: No, chef.
Gordon: Fuck off! (slams the pan on the workstation)
Jillian: Come on, Trev.
Gordon: What is that?
Sabrina Brimhall: (interview) Trevor looks like a big-ass booger.
Holli: Oh, my God.
Gordon: Wake up, Trevor! Nothing's coming out I'm in late tonight! WAKE UP!!!
Jillian: (to Trev) My lobster's up and you have no garnish.
Trev: (interview) Get off my pass and let me cook!
Danny: (to Holli) Trev is gone tonight. What do you think?
Holli: Yeah.
Nona: What do you need Trev?
Jillian: (interview) This is not what he needs. Trev sucks. Dude, are you stoned? Like, did you smoke a joint before you came in here?
Gail: Trevor, you can't serve with those carrots in a burned pan.
Trev: Oh, no. I am going to fucking fix it.
Sabrina Brimhall: I'll help you!
Trev: Do not help me! Get the fuck out of my ass! Don't fucking help me!
Sabrina Brimhall: (interview) He is so stupid.
Nona: Does anybody need help right now? I'm good on app(etizer)s.
Trev: Could use a hand over here, definitely.
Nona: Here's your shallots.
Gordon: How many are on the garnish? One... two... three of you. Sabrina garnish, Nona garnish, Trev, what are you doing?
Trev: Working it, Chef?
Gordon: (to Gail) Gail, go over to the garnish as well.
Gail: (interview) I've never seen Chef Ramsay called over the entire kitchen to help one person. Ridiculous.

[Trev has just been thrown out of the service]
Trev: (interview) I'm pissed at myself, 'cos I'm supposed to be the guy that can do anything. I feel like shit because I've let them down. They expected me to be Superman, and Clark Kent showed up.

Episode Nine [8.09]Edit

[Gordon returns to the workstation with gnocchi]

Gordon: Who cooked the gnocchi?
Vinny: I did, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, crispy one side and raw. They're raw underneath. [throws the gnocchi away]
Vinny: I'll fix it.
Gordon: Yeah, GET OUT!! Fix your fucking hair! Fuck off out upstairs, get out! Fuck off!!
Vinny: (interview) Of all the things, fucking gnocchi. Gnocchi of all things.
Trev: Garnish is in the window! (brings his garnish to the pass)
Russell: Coming to the window with chicken! (brings his chicken to the pass)
Gordon: (checking Russell's chicken) My fucking head's dropping! [returns to the workstation] (to Russell) That is raw!
Russell: Can I send this one?
Gordon: Get out, Russell! Get out!! Because the chicken's raw!

Narrator: It's more than two hours into the dinner service. (shot of Russell, Vinny and Nona) Three chefs have already been kicked out of the kitchen, and much to Rob's confusion, he is about to join them.
Gordon: (quietly, to Rob) Get out.
Rob: Why, chef? (interview) Huh? Did I hear that right?
Gordon: Hey, come here. WHY?! BECAUSE THE HALIBUT'S FUCKING RAW! THAT'S WHY, CHEF ROB! GET OUT!
Narrator: Which leaves only one chef left to complete service in the blue kitchen, and ironically...
Trev: (interview) Uh... hi?
Narrator: ...it's Trev.
Trev: (interview) The whole service just fell on my shoulders. I'm just going to have to push the fear down and fight through it.
Gordon: Salmon!
Trev: Good to go.
Gordon: Ooh, la la. Well done, Trev. Service!
Trev: (interview) It was like a big light just kinda opened in the dark sky, and I'm gettin' it.

Episode Ten [8.10]Edit

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Vinny]

Sous-Chef Scott: Lamb's still not ready.
Gordon: Un-fucking-believable. Vinny! Are you fucking kidding me?! With a man like that and his reputation, (knocks his hand on the workstation) ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!! OH, COME ON!!
Russell: (interview) Don't serve it if ain't right. You should know better Vinny.
Gordon: It's still fucking walking! Look at it!! THIS IS CAR CRASH!! Trev, Russell, Vinny! DO SOMETHING!! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!

Episode Eleven [8.11]Edit

Jillian: (interview) I thought Michelin was a tire.

Jillian: Stop yelling!
Scott Leibfried: (approaches to Trev and yells at him) Hey! You watch your mouth right now! You don't stand over there and scream, I'm the one that's waiting for food from you, GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER AND COOK THE PASTA!
Gordon: Fuck!
Trev: (interview) Now I'm trying, all you want to do is berate me, belittle me, get on my ass?! Piss off!
Gordon: Talk about out of fucking control.

Gordon: Oh, no. Gail?
Gail: Yes, chef?
Gordon: It's not possible! That's what I got at the pass. (Gordon holds up a piece of halibut stuck to the pan) When it's burnt, it's cooked. When it's black, it's fucked.
Gail: (interview) Stuck to the pan. Yeah.
Gordon: That's what I got given at the FUCKING PASS!!! SHIT!!! (Gordon slams down the pan, and a pair of tongs almost hit him in the face).

[Gordon checks on rib-eye beef brought up by Russell; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it]

Gordon: It's raw in the center... Russell! (goes worried) Stop! (throws spoon on the floor) I can't take it anymore. I can't. I can't do this. (throws tantrum) I CANNOT DO THIS ANY-FUCKING-MORE! I CAN'T DO IT ANYMORE! IT'S NOT FAIR ON FUCKING ME! (overviews to tell the customers) IT'S NOT FAIR ON THEM!! (to the final six) GET OUT!! FUCK OFF!! GET OUT!!! Yeah, that's right! Get out! GET OUT!!! (to Trev; tosses a blue steak to him) Hey, catch your blue steak! Fucking blue.
Trev: (interview) This sucks. The horrible feeling and it feels like going down to the world.
[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]

Gordon: Sabrina was quite dramatic in her final plea, but I'm not looking for a drama queen. I'm looking for a head chef.

Episode Twelve [8.12]Edit

[Gordon returns an undercooked appetizer to the workstation]

Gordon: Hey bozo (Trev)! [does a stop signal; angrily knocks the workstation with both hands] Just all of you, look at me now! It's like you're doing it on purpose!
James: Oh, chef's losing it.
Gordon: Hard, undercooked and stone-cold. Three beef are on the way just a lick a finger on that. Look at us! WE DESERVE BETTER THAN THIS!! WHERE'S YOUR PASSION?!! (angrily throws his spoon) I'm done. Standing here in a bunch of idiots! (throws his apron on the workstation) Fuck you all! Good luck superstars! [he and Sous-Chef Scott exited the kitchen and left] Fucking useless. Aiyayayay.
Nona: (interview) We are fucked. Come on.
Paris Hilton: Oh, man.
Steven Cojocaru: Aw, there he is.
James: What is that?
Gail: (interview) This is over. Over.
Gordon: (to himself) Oh, fuck! I can do some real damage by staying there.

Gordon: This is like a joke. It's like you've been Punk'd, like you've been set up to look stupid.

Season 9Edit

Episode One [9.01]Edit

[The eighteen chefs arrived at Orpheum Theatre to dream to become a "stardom"]

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? want to be stars? MY ARSE! 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.

Gordon: BLUE TEAM!
Paul: Yes, chef?
Gordon: No garnish anywhere, still fragmented and look! (referring to a piece of burnt cod) It's burnt!

[Gordon holds the tray of cod, shows it the blue team and slams it on the workstation]

Gordon: (calling out Chino) Chino, come here you! Get out my sight.
Scott Leibfried: Sit down.
Grodon: Scott, get him peeling onions and garlic, but away from the stove!
Scott Leibfried: There you go. At least you won't be burning any of that shit.
Chino: (interview) Ugh.
Gordon: Absolute fucking useless!

Elise: (letting Carrie to cook a fish) 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 (Elise) cooking fish?
Carrie: I don't know the way she's doing. She just came here and grabbed it, Chef. (interview) 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 and she just came here and grabbed it, Chef.
Elise: So I was going to cooking for you because we're on the team, right?
Gordon: Ugh.
Carrie: She trying to prove a point.
Gordon: Elise!
Elise: Yes, chef?
Gordon: (holds a ticket) I got six top dying on the appetisers! 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; laughs loudly) Ha!!!

Paul: COME ON, GUYS!
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've never in my whole career ever been stopped by fucking side items. Never.

[The customers have begun walking out]

James: Chef...
Gordon: James?
James: Tables are walking out.
Gordon: Blue team, they're walking out! You Muppet, get up 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.
Gordon: I'M TALKING ABOUT THE CUSTOMERS! NOT THE FUCKING 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) From that point, it was a train wreck on ice. There's nothing we can do about it.
Gordon: Stop! You're out of your misery!

[Chef Ramsay throws his spoon away then crosses 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: Shit!

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: (gives Chino a warning) 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 passing!

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 you 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. Is that old?
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.

[James returns to the pass with Krupa]

Krupa: Chef Ramsay, I just fell with the whole rib in my hands so--.
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 after three attempts, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team]

Gordon: (checking Brendan's seabass) Aw, come on. Brendan, it's raw.
Will: (to Brendan) Come on, bro! Really?! (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!
Gordon: Blue team, blue team!
Paul: Yes chef?
Gordon: Stop! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now?! Any suggestions? [no one replied from the blue team] I've got one big suggestion: You, you, you, you, you, FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET UPSTAIRS!!
Jonathon: (interview) What the fuck man?! It is so frustrated, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy ass bitches, man.
Gordon: (calls to the red team) Ladies?
Red team: Yes chef?
Gordon: Any four of you in here to finish the blue team. Any of you.
Carrie: Yes, chef.

[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 per cent, Brendan and Chino.
Gordon: Paul, who should go?
Paul: Brendan and Chino.
Gordon: Jonathon?
Jonathon: I have vote for Brendan and Chino.
Gordon: If you have to pick one?
Jonathon: I choose Chino.

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 Gregorich: 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 gonna 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 checks on meat brought up by Jennifer; finds that the entrées are not on the ticket; returns to the workstation with the entrées]
Gordon: 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.
Gordon: START AGAIN!!
Red team: Yes, chef!

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

Jennifer: How much start now? I'm waiting on the lamb?
Elise: Are you saying there it's on the hips where you on this ticket out?
Carrie: No, I'm not.
Elise: I'll better see you cooking something.
Carrie: (interview) Elise is always yelling at me. I'm not letting her to me, I know I can do good. I'm know I'm good.
Elise: How long through on 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 Colello: 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 was raw) Look at this? Aw, fuck me! It's raw! (returns to the workstation)
Carrie: Is it still raw?
Amanda Colello: Come on, it's walking. No, it's right there.
Jamie Gregorich: GOTTA BE KIDDING ME, GUYS!
Carrie: (touches the raw lamb) Know that, that is okay.
Gordon: STOP! (letting Carrie out of his way) LEAVE ME ALONE! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! Look at the fucking state of this?
Carrie: I thought it looked good.
Elise: (interview) I always think that Carrie has all of her marbles.
Gordon: (to Carrie) Why are you doing this to me?
Carrie: I saw this I thought it was okay.
Gordon: I saw this. IT'S NOT EVEN HOT! IT'S RAW! RAW!!! (smashes the lamb on the counter) Shit!! (brief pause) Gina, please?
Gina: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Take this useless brigade around every fucking 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 have you spend on this table? Did you look all of these children? They're all famished.
Elise: We sincerely apologize about your entrées. (interview) It was humiliating when I apologized to tables when I felt like it wasn't my fault.
Carrie: We're very sorry.
Elise: We apologize.
Carrie: We're sorry, we don't have your entrées right now.
Elise: (interview) Yes, we're team but you can do all 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!
Carrie: Fuck!
Gordon: 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!

[Red team returned to dorms after their disappointing performance]
Amanda Colello: Chef is going to call me out, I'm telling you.
Elise: (to Amanda Colello) He's going to call you out, but it's there too late to go to going up. (interview) This could be the great opportunity for the Red team we can rid of Carrie to turn a something negative to a positive.
[Carrie goes to Elise to fight her]
Carrie: First time all the food was mess.
Elise: (interrupting Carrie) Don't talk to me right now!
Carrie: No, Elise.
Elise: I don't want to hear to talk about the say. Get out of my face!
Carrie: Just wait, you can talk to me later.
Elise: She can talked about the chopping block that should be fucking talk. Don't say it in a word.
Carrie: No, I'm not going to have you--.
Elise: Nobody said here--. Let me ask you to a serious question right now - "Do you take medication?", because I think they you are in another world you are nothing but a distraction on me? You didn't call anything? You fucked up in the whole kitchen but I knew this it wasn't happen?
Carrie: I did not. You stop it!
Elise: Yes, you did?
Carrie: (gets angry) YOU DID WHAT THE FUCK I DID! YEAH YOU STOP IT! YOU DID NOT! YOU KNOW I'VE DONE THIS. STOP IT!

Carrie: (interview) I do deserve to be here, I'm not ready to leave Hell's Kitchen. I'm ready to fight.

[Red team declared losers after dinner service, Chef Ramsay 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 have nothing to do with me since day one I'm not quite sure that where she does.
Amanda Colello: It's not just Elise, it's Carrie.
Gordon: Amanda, why do you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen?
Amanda Colello: Well Chef unlike Carrie, I'm not in denial that I have fucked with a crap performance tonight. Not denial at all, I want this Chef, I'm going to fucking around and lie to you and say like "OH YOU DON'T SAVE ME AND IT FEEL BAD FOR ME, I'M GOOD I CAN FUCKING WORK WITH MY ASS OFF." for you Chef seen me and do better.
Gordon: Cause you fight back?
Amanda Colello: Yes, Chef.
Gordon: You feel the towering wind.
Amanda Colello: No, Chef.

Amanda Colello: (after being eliminated) I'm so completely and utterly embarrassed and disappointed with myself. My dream coming in to Hell's Kitchen was to worth to have one of my idols to help me if you're not to worth it, that fucking 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

Gordon: Cod, bass!
Monterray: Oh, Jesus Christ! 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 on a pan, you leave it on a spatula.
Monterray: It's fell apart, it's fell apart. Nothing like I can do, it's fell apart.
Scott Leibfried: You leave it on a fucking spatula! Is that what you did? No you did. So it's the fish's fault?
Monterray: No, it's not, it's fell apart. There's nothing I can do and it's fell apart.
Scott Leibfried: There is something you can do, because you should be fucking responsible enough to care! You can get like a dick-face by telling me there's nothing you can do!
[Screenshot of Janet Evans and Mark Spitz (two Olympic gold medalists on swimming) on Chef's Table]
Monterray: (interview) Understand, you can tell me and I am listening to between you can't fucking keep on a constant me, I don't know who the fuck you are! Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott, Chef Andi, we don't keep talking like that.
Scott Leibfried: So don't see there, you dick-head, and there's nothing like you can do!
Monterray: Now, put the fuck it on!
Scott Leibfried: Get over fucking it! SHUT UP!
Narrator: And Monterray goes toe-to-toe with Sous Chef Scott.
Scott Leibfried: All you should have to do to bring it up and you blew prank!
Monterray: I understand.
Scott Leibfried: DO YOU?! Then fuck you! Then do it?!
Monterray: It is done then.
Scott Leibfried: Fuck you!
Monterray: Well fuck you too then!

[Gordon checks on meat brought up by Chino]

Gordon: Look at that [wellington]. Chewed up to fuck and that [lamb]? That's raw.
Scott: Yep.
Gordon: It's pink. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away) Blue team, STOP!! Come here you, look at that. That [lamb] is raw. That is white fat, and what have you done to this [wellington]? Wha-wha-what is that? For now, you just fucked! (knocks his hand on the workstation)
Chino: Yes, chef. Yes, chef. (interview) I feel like a dumb-ass 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. We suck.

[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 never guessed. So in front of 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! GET OUT!!

[After a disastrous service, both teams lost; the blue team nominated Chino and Monterray while the red team nominated Carrie and Elise]

Gordon: Elizabeth, if you have to drop Elise or Carrie, who would you drop?
Elizabeth: Carrie, chef.
Gordon: Jamie?
Jamie Gregorich: 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 didn't ask you and I take a vote.

Gordon: Here's the sad news for you, your team wants you out of there so badly you may be better off.
Elise: (begins her testimony) I can guarantee one thing I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on a 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 on a bus I'm keeping 100% with you chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can give somebody common sense and talent. I'm not here to throw anybody on a bus, I'm keeping 100% with you chef.

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 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 piss.
Gordon: There's no pasta! It looks like baby food out of the fucking tin! (to Krupa) IT'S DISGUSTING!! (slams the pan down)
Krupa: Sorry chef.
Gordon: From the soupy risotto to fucking spaghetti drowned in sauce!
Elise: (interview) Right now, appetizers is sinking the whole ship.
Gordon: (to Krupa) Hey, you! Fuck off upstairs! Get out! I can't bear to look at you anymore! GET OUT!

[Gordon checks on seabass brought up by Gina]
Gordon: 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: Nothing to do? Anything to say?! Anybody, FUCK OFF!! [smashes the bass] (to Gina and Elise) Both of you, fuck off upstairs!

Episode Six [9.06]Edit

[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 are all order the special cake, right?
Scott Leibfried: Yes.
Gordon: Very good. Excellent. What on earth? (finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made) Holy crap? Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess?
Carrie: We thought it looked like sand.
Jennifer: (laughs) Yeah chef.
Gordon: Look at it! It looked like a big mess of a sombrero gone wrong someone shit on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you sick to this disaster?
Paul: (interview; raises his right arm) Olé!
Gordon: Yeah. We have tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind 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: 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!! That 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 a 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 put it together!
Monterray: Two minutes.
Jonathon: Two minutes chef.
Monterray: Not bad.
Jonathon: Don't yell. You did do what you got.
Monterray: No, no, no, no.
Jonathon: Just what you got to do.
Monterray: (interview) Chef Ramsay told us on the fish station to sudden what I can. If Jonathon send back. Watching dude what the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please. What is wrong with you?
Gordon: What the fuck is Jonathon doing?
Jonathon: I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.
Monterray: (interview) Jonathon is sick on the corner like a street dog hell between this lady.
Jonathon: Anybody need anything just call to me, okay?
Monterray: (interview) So I get up done by myself, I have to step up and more capable than his job.
Gordon: Where is the snapper?
Monterray: Right here, chef.
[Gordon checks the snapper; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the Blue team]
Gordon: It's raw. All of you, come here! All of YOU!! (throws his spoon away)
Monterray: What the fuck happened?
Narrator: The blue team's third attempt to feed the reunion committee has failed. And this time, it's Monterray who is responsible.
Gordon: Just touch that! (grabs snapper to his finger) Put your hand on top over there. Touch it! Touch it! (Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away) Don't you dare walk, I've had-I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I'M SO PISSED OFF! (Paul) He screws me! (Monterray) You walked away! Where's your respect? [knocks his hand on the workstation] GET OUT! Fuck off!
Natalie: Ugh.
Jonathon: Can we stay over chef? We gotta do something?
Gordon: Piss off!
Jonathon: Fuck!

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

Episode Seven [9.07]Edit

Jonathon: How long on the bass?
Natalie: Three and a half minutes. (interview) I've never cooked sea bass here before, but it just like in a piece of fish and you know you've messed up once and I don't know to pay to do it again.
Natalie: (to Jonathon) How long do you need?
Jonathon: Go ahead. I'm fixing two wellingtons.
Natalie: (brings the sea bass to the pass) Behind.
Jonathon: This wellington's over done. Shit! Here it is, baby. (interview) I'm over on the point path. Tommy prepped my wellington and slice dig bowls of shit. What am I suppose to do?
Jonathon: This is going to be fucking right there. Trying to get my ass now and two piece on done. (brings the wellington to pass) This.
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: What I don't know what the fuck that is? [grabs a wellington on his finger]
Jonathon: That's a lid and that's my fault, Chef. It won't happen again. It's shit definitely overcooked because on the sides. I realize it won't happen again, I promise.
Gordon: Just like that?... (throws a spoon on a workstation) (brief pause) (Natalie) And you? It's raw in the center! RAW! You're atalented cook? (Natalie goes silent to give her response)
Jonathon: Chef, I got some more wellingtons.
Gordon: (calling Jonathon and Natalie out of the kitchen) You and you, fuck off! GET OUT!
Jonathon: For crying out loud, I'm so sick of this bullshit, man.
Gordon: Hey, hold on! Take that shit to you.
Jonathon: I'm done. I'm quit.
Gordon: JONATHON, COME HERE YOU!
Jonathon: You can kiss my ass.
Gordon: COME HERE YOU! JONATHON, I'D RESPECT YOU MORE IF YOU TOLD ME BEFORE YOU BROUGHT IT TO ME! (brief pause) YOU HAVE ANYTHING TO SAY?
Natalie: It won't happen again.
Gordon: DON'T FUCKING DARE BRING ME THAT SHIT!
Natalie: Yes chef. Won't happen again.
Gordon: Fuck off!

Episode Eight [9.08]Edit

Episode Nine [9.09]Edit

[Gordon notices Tommy firing a seabass]
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?! 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 ahead of myself, I was like Speed Racer, you know? Started to get a little racy in the brain, I do everything together early.
Gordon: So he's cooking the seabass now for the third table, we haven't even sent an appetiser.
Tommy: Okay, I'm rushing it.
Gordon: Rushing it? Do me a favor. Fuck off outside, get a big, deep breath of fresh air. Piss off! Go 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 see that. Oh, shit.
Gordon: (to Carrie) Hey, come here. You didn't see that?
Jamie Gregorich: (interview) Burning a fish to crisp and you tried to pass it off like you didn't see it? Bullshit! That must be some kind of joke.
Gordon: Get out!
Carrie: I didn't see that, chef. I have another in the oven. Don't kick me out, chef. Please. I'm not ready to--.
Gordon: Hey, get out!
Carrie: No, I have another one in the oven!
Gordon: Get out!
Carrie: No! No, I have another one in the oven!
Gordon: Get out of here.
Carrie: Fuck! (tries to return) Chef, I have another one...
Gordon: Get out!!
Carrie: Jesus! (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!

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! More disaster, isn't it raw. (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 cause 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 got another one. Giving some--
Gordon: Hey, come here you! Answer my fucking question.
Paul: Yes, chef. It's raw.
Gordon: GET OUT!
Paul: (loses his temper and throws his towel on the floor) Fuck!
Gordon: Pink carnations, maybe. Pink chicken, no chance!
Paul: (knocks on the wall having throw tantrums) (interview) I fucked up on a chicken! I mean, I'm fucking furious at 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!
Tommy: PUT THE SCALLOPS ON!
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 fucking table! Shut your fucking mouth! One capellini no lobster.
Elise: I'm sorry.
Gordon: Yeah. Fuck off! I'm sorry you're here. You are like her. (Jamie) Just can't be positive anymore!
Elise: No, chef.
Jennifer: (interview) Elise is one of those people thinks that she makes the strongest but last night.
Gordon: Entrées! (knocks his arm to the workstation; reads the ticket) One fucking vegetarian capellini, no lobster, just plain tomato sauce! Call out, chef.
Elise: (begins to read the ticket) Entrées! One vegetarian lobster capellini.
Gordon: One more time!
Elise: Vegetarian lobster capellini!
Gordon: One more time! One more time!
Elise: One lobster capellini vegetarian!
Gordon: Is it in?
Elise: Yes chef.
Gordon: WAKE UP!!!
Elise: Yes chef. (interview) I know Chef Ramsay is pissed off at me because I know respect so much more to me. I expect toward myself and I'm pissed off at myself.
Gordon: (quietly, to Elise) A BLACK JACKET? YOU NEED A STRAIGHT JACKET!

Narrator: While Tommy finishes what Chef Ramsay stared, over in the red kitchen...
Elise: Vegetarian cap(ellini). (brings to the pass)
Narrator: Elise is ready to impress with her next oyster dish.
Gordon: Let's go! (Elise pesents the dish) Aw, come on! (Brief pause) 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! Look at what are... Look at... What are you going to say? You're telling that fresh and delicious?
Elise: No, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, take that, take that and fuck off outta here! Eat them! Enjoy your dinner! Nice romantic pair of oysters for a little superstar.
Elise: (interview) Waagghh...!!!
Gordon: (to Elise) Bon appetit, princess!
Elise: (interview) I'm pissed, I'm embarrassed. The only way is my chance to redeem myself cause I know I can fucking do it.

Episode Ten [9.10]Edit

[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. That was not coming off.
Gordon: (throws the spoonful on the workstation) SHIT!!
Carrie: I got more potatoes coming right now.
Gordon: It's like a fucking bullet!

Episode Eleven [9.11]Edit

[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 bullshit, overcooked meat, now start kicking the bin! Wow! UN-FUCKING-BELIEVABLE! GET OUT! FUCK OFF! Pathetic! Embarrassing!

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 that! LOOK AT THAT TO THAT!!! JESUS!! [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?!

[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?!!

[The blue team won the night's service 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, 'cause we're going to shine.
Tenille: No, I just brought body bags.

Episode Fourteen [9.14]Edit

[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's enough!

[After the end of service, in which Elise, Jennifer and Tommy were sent out of the kitchen]
Tommy: Chef? I gotta 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! Or I'll stick your fucking head in that oven and talk to you through the fucking gas burner.
Tommy: Do it!

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

Gordon: (To Elise during the celebration) Get out there and continue, all right? Take this and continue with it and really go with it. And seriously, just stop being such a bitch!

Season 10Edit

Episode One [10.01]Edit

[During the signature dish challenge]
Gordon: Right, first name is?
Tavon: Tavon.
Gordon: Your position now is what?
Tavon: Executive Chef at (Washington) D.C.
Gordon: Wow. And how old are you?
Tavon: I'm only 22.
Gordon: You're only 22?
Tavon: Yes.
Gordon: And you're an executive chef running brigade of chefs?
Tavon: Yes.
Gordon: Well done. Amazing.
Tavon: Thanks.
Gordon: What is it? Fuck!
Tavon: Shrimp scallops and crab with top of fetuccine noodles and alfredo sauce with eschini and fuse.
[Gordon tastes Tavon's signature dish]
Gordon: How much an egg you put in there?
Tavon: A dime in a drizzle. A more in a drizzle.
Gordon: It is really hideous. This red coming is really bad. I mean really bad.

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Roshni; finds that they're raw]
Gordon: Hey, all of you, come here!
Dana: Oh, man!
Barbie: (interview) This is so bullshit! Wow!
Gordon: I've had enough! Just touch these! (to Roshni) I mean honestly?
Roshni: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Here we standing here forty-five minutes into service, we haven't got the fucking appetizers out. [Roshni throws the raw scallops in the bin] (to Roshni) Get out! Get out of there!
Roshni: (holds the pan) No, chef! No!
Gordon: Hey, look at me! look!
Roshni: Please?
Gordon: I'm not telling you one more time, Get the fuck out of here! Fuck off upstairs! Get out! (to Barbie) Barbie! Get on the scallops! Come on!
Barbie: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You take the fucking scallops!
[Roshni walks out to the kitchen to throw her apron out]
Roshni: (interview) I've never ever walked off to the light and I'm always completed dinner service (cries).

[Gordon returns to the workstation with scallops brought up by Justin]
Gordon: Okay stop! You (points to Justin) don't touch another fucking scallop! Come here! Just touch these! Touch them! (Clemenza touches the scallops) Jesus Christ!! [goes to Justin's station; finds that the scallops are poorly sliced] Why they're all broken? What the fuck have you done?
Justin: (interview) I'm working with scallops. They were complete shit. I was completely sabotaged.
Gordon: Who sliced all these?
Justin: Someone else did my part, chef.
Chris Carrero: Who sliced the scallops? Chef has asked a question!
Tavon: I did.
Gordon: Come here you, executive chef. Come here. Look at these. [holds up some scallops] Expensive hand dived scallops. Look, you sabotaged them.
Patrick: (interview) This is ugly. The scallops were just mutilated.
Gordon: Hold on, it gets better. [shows a scallop ripped in half] Look at this one!
Clemenza: (interview) It look like they got cut with a paper clip!
Gordon: I mean FUCKING HELL!! Look!
Justin: That's it. That's everything.
Brian: (interview) We're in trouble.
Gordon: (to Tavon) You sliced all them?! We haven't even served one fucking table! [knocks the workstation twice] They're all bullshit! Look! Look! I've got a bunch of idiots here!!

Gordon: (to Tavon) Hey you, executive chef. Do you actually cook in a restaurant?
Tavon: Yes I do.
Gordon: And do you do the same there?
Tavon: Do we do what?
Gordon: The same shit?
Tavon: No.
Gordon: So why are you doing them here?
Tavon: I guess I froze, I mean.
Gordon: You froze?
Tavon: What else do you want me to say?
Gordon: You haven't even fucking defrosted! [Tavon laughs to himself] You think it's funny? All those fucking customers? Do me a favor, fuck off upstairs! Get out!
Tavon: (interview) This is the first time I've ever been kicked out of the kitchen in my career. Chef Ramsay, you're a fucking douchebag.
Gordon: One onion tart, one spaghetti, how long?
Brian: What are we waiting on? What we got?
Gordon: What are waiting on? I'm waiting on some fucking TALENT!!
Brian: Yes chef.
Gordon: THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE!!

Clemenza: We've got about a minute and a half on the pasta.
Royce: My spaghetti's coming up. I'm fucking ready, we're ready. Let's fucking go!
Clemenza: You sure that's done?
Royce: Yeah, yeah, we got it. It's good to go.
Clemenza: (interview) I worked for a pasta company that produces a million pounds of pasta a day. Royce, let me clue you in on a little something. That spaghetti ain't done!

[Gordon checks on spaghetti brought up by Royce; finds that it's crunchy]

Gordon: (returns to the workstation) Hey you [Royce], come here. Crunchy fucking spaghetti. Cruchy. You can just see it. Pick that up, look. Crunchy.
Royce: Sorry, chef. I'll have another one in thirty seconds.
Gordon: Hey, hey. Get out!
Royce: I'll have another one in thirty seconds!
Gordon: Hey, hey! Look at me! GET OUT!! Join the fucking exec upstairs! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!

Gordon: I've become fucking out of this, like a bunch of idiots here!
Don: Come on guys, we need a down rally here.
Guy: (interview) Don is a living in his own world, he was wondering around not knowing what fuck not to do himself.
Gordon: (holds the ticket) Two caesar salad, one onion tart, how long?
Chris Carrero: Onion tart working! Get on onion tart! Three right now! Three right now! (brings to the pass) Check this it, man!
Gordon: Put the tray down! Put the fuck tray down! (knocks the workstation) Fucking RAW!! (calling all remaining members of the blue team) All of you, ALL OF YOU!
Brian: Shit!
Gordon: RAW!!!
Patrick: Fuck!
Gordon: You (Chris Carrero) can't cook pastry! End of the day for me! GET OUT!!! All of you, GET OUT!!!
Justin: (interview) Never in my life having so embarrassed and through is out of the line, embarrassed doesn't belong anyone in the kitchen.

[Gordon returns to the workstation with wellingtons brought up by Christina Wilson]

Gordon: It's still the same fucking table, all of you come here!
Kimmie: Fuck me!
Gordon: Look! (grabs a wellington) It's like fucking snot! There's just no thought! Shut it down and fucking clean up!
Red team: Yes, chef.
Robyn: Fuck! [Gordon throws his towel on the workstation]

Gordon: Tavon may have been an executive chef at 22, but he did little to impress me in his short stay in Hell's Kitchen.

Episode Two [10.02]Edit

[The blue team is trying to cook on their first entrées]
Gordon: Two wellington, two opah! How long?
Justin: Coming out now, chef! Coming out! Out! (Brings the wellington to the pass)
Gordon: Where's the opah?
Chris Carrero: Right behind.
Gordon: Fuck! It's raw, stone-fucking cold! All of you, COME HERE! (Calling Chris Carrero) You, specially! Just touch that! Cold, touch that! (Blue team touches that what is now cold wellington) And it's stone cold! (smashes the wellington onto a tray twice) Fuck! (To Justin) Shame! Who cooked the wellington?
Justin: I did, chef.
Gordon: It mean it cooked perfectly. Take it back now.

(8:06 pm)
Narrator: Two hours into dinner service and not a single entrée is left either kitchen, patience is wearing thin in the dining room.
Female diner: I'm hungry. (Caption appears in the screen)
James: We are apologize.
Narrator: And the red kitchen is crumbling quickly.
Roshni: How long is the bass?
Barbie: Two minutes, guys.
Roshni: I'm gonna fucking two minutes or plate with it!
Gordon: I got six bass going. What of these?
Tiffany Johnson: Chef, I told them to start the bass. Because--
Gordon: Six?
Tiffany Johnson: Yes.
Gordon: They should be cooked in order! It's fish!
Barbie: Coming down with scallops.
Tiffany Johnson: (interview) Honestly why I mean I'm trying to fucked what I got sort of it, I'm pissed of and he's mad at me.
Gordon: Ladies, STOP! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! You telling her (Danielle) to cook six bass for three tables in front of their doing and then, this arrives.
Roshni: (interview) Agh! It's thrilled.
[Chef Ramsay has had enough with the Red team]
Gordon: For the seventh time, touch them! Touch them! (he touches the scallops, then the red team touches it) All of you, GET OUT! (Barbie) And you, take them with you, get out of my fucking sight, GET OUT! OUT!
Christina Wilson: (interview) God! Oh my God!
Gordon: Absolutely useless! [sees the mess that the Red team left] HOLY SHIT!!

Robyn: I got fish! I got fish you cocky bitch!
Barbie: Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, you understand?

Episode Three [10.03]Edit

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Kimmie]

Gordon: Who cooked the wellingtons? (returns to the workstation)
Kimmie: I did, chef.
Gordon: Kimmie? I got one sort of rare and one sort of looking weird. [slams the wellingtons on the workstation] Look at that.
Kimmie: Fuck me, dude!
Gordon: And here's the big insult: (holds a piece of burnt cod) Boiled one side and black the next. It's over two hours. It's been a nightmare. Pathetic!
Robyn: (interview) Chef's definitely about to explode. (imitates a bomb falling down)
Gordon: You'll never ever get entrées out like this, ever! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 of you. Fuck off out of here! Get out! Out! And one more thing, GET OUT!

Episode Four [10.04]Edit

[The blue team has ran out of cod during service]

Gordon: James?
James: (enters the blue kitchen) Yes chef?
Gordon: We ran out of cod. Can we serve the seabass?
James: Yes chef. (exits the kitchen)
Gordon: Let's go three bass, two lamb.
Brian: Yes chef. Coming right now, baby.
Gordon: Hey, "it's coming baby"?
Brian: Sorry chef.
Gordon: You cook like a fucking baby!
Brian: Won't happen again chef.
Gordon: GET OUT!!
Brian: Yes chef. [Gordon knocks his hand on the workstation] (knocks his hand on side of the oven upon exit) Fuck!!
Gordon: What's the matter with that jerk?!
Brian: (throws his apron in the dorms) Come on, man!

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Roshni]

Gordon: Oh, fuck me. It's still stone-cold. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here.
Roshni: (whispering) No, no, no, no.
Gordon: This far into service, look. It's fucking raw! (to Roshni) You, get out!
Roshni: Chef, please no! Can I get one more--.
Gordon: Get out! GET OUT!! PISS OFF!! Can someone put that one back in the oven?
Roshni: But, I have a fresh one!
Gordon: Get out!

Gordon: Come on, Donald! Let's go!
Don: One minute, chef.
Gordon: One minute.
Guy: (interview) One minute, I'm going up.
Scott: You've got to be kidding me.
Royce: (interview) One minute!!
Don: One minute on that steak, chef.
Gordon: Donald!!
Don: One minute, chef.
Gordon: Three minutes ago, you said one minute, yeah?
Don: Yeah, I'm right there. One minute!
Gordon: What's going on? You're shouting "one minute" just like a fucking idiot!
Don: Uhm... Like a minute and a half.
Gordon: Oh, my God. Fucking hell! Come on, Donald!
Don: Yes, chef! Coming up. [delivers his meat to the pass] Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Jesus!! [checks the steak] What the fuck? Oh, my God! (returns to the workstation) Yeah, stop, stop!! (Don groans) You keep me waiting and they arrive in the window, medium-well. And you're telling me one minute , I came back three minutes from there it's still one minute.
Don: Fuck.
Gordon: Get out! Fuck off!

[Gordon checks on garnishes brought up by Robyn]

Gordon: What is that? It's not even hot. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here. Just taste that for me. All of you, taste that. Taste the fucking garlic on there. Who seasoned that?
Robyn: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Hey madam, madam. Your mouth just explodes from the garlic.
Robyn: I understand that, chef.
Gordon: After that, stone-cold sauce. Who sent me that sauce?
Danielle: Uhm, I did.
Gordon: Stop! Both you, fuck off. Get out of my sight. Get out of my sight! Get out!

Gordon: Hey, who's cooking the bass?
Royce: Right here, chef.
Justin: I am, chef.
Royce: I got your bass.
Justin: I have my hands for this order. I got two more.
Gordon: OH MY GOD!! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!
Royce: No.
Gordon: You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not one of you are fucking communicating! Both of you! Fuck off out of here! Fuck off!!

Episode Five [10.05]Edit

[Gordon checks on pork brought up by Danielle]

Gordon: All of you!
Robyn: Yes, chef!
Gordon: STOP!!
Robyn: Oh, fuck!
Gordon: Yeah, come here! The ultimate insult. Raw pork! Not pink, not slightly undercooked, fucking RAW!! (smashes the pork) SHIT!! [throws his spoon away on the workstation]
Robyn: (interview) He was pissed! I felt really bad for the pig. The pig didn't do it, it was Danielle.
Danielle: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Oh, Danielle.

Narrator: The total number of chefs in the dorms is now up to five and in the red kitchen, Barbie is taking special precautions to make sure she isn't joining them.
[Barbie uses her meat thermometer in her chicken breast]
Gordon: Hey you, come here you. Give me that. The day we need, look at me, a thermometer. The day we need that to cook a breast of chicken! You, GET OUT!!
Tiffany: (interview) I don't know why she can't cook chicken, I really don't. Cooking a breast of chicken is about as easy as taking a shit. Anybody can do that. Are you that dumb?
[Tiffany brings her mashed potatoes to the pass, Gordon checks it; finds that it's burnt]
Gordon: Tiffany, put that down. Seriously, I've had enough. [slams the pan on the workstation] Shit burned mash. Get out. Get out! I swear to God, I don't give a fuck if the whole team goes home tonight. I don't care!
Dana: (interview) Chef Ramsay's been on a kicking out spree right now. I'm scared shitless right now, I'm not gonna lie.

Episode Six [10.06]Edit

Episode Seven [10.07]Edit

Episode Eight [10.08]Edit

Episode Nine [10.09]Edit

Episode Ten [10.10]Edit

Gordon: Blue team, away now Table 22, Concentrate. Three filet, one hanger steak.
Patrick: Yes chef, four minutes. [Royce just stares at Gordon]
Gordon: Royce doesn't even answer. Three filet, one hanger! Tell your chef three filet, one hanger.
Royce: Yes, chef, three filet, one hanger!
Gordon: One more time!
Royce: Three filet, one hanger!
Gordon: One more time!
Royce: Three filet, one hanger!
Gordon: One more time!
Royce: Three filet, one hanger! I got two minutes on mine. [Ramsay claps slowly]
Patrick: Give me three minutes chef on...
Gordon: On what?
Patrick: Two filet, one hanger.
Gordon: Oh, my God!
Patrick: Three filet! Sorry chef.
Gordon: Hey, you! Hey, fuck-wit. Come here you.
Patrick: Fuck!
Gordon: Hey you (Justin) on meat. Let's go. Patrick, fuck off!
Patrick: Oh, fuck me! Bullshit!
Gordon: Hey, outside and get some fresh air. Fuck off.
[Patrick goes into the dining room where a kid starts laughing at him]

[Gordon checks on hanger steak brought up by Patrick]
Gordon: It's fucking raw. (returns to the workstation) Hey.
Patrick: Yes, chef?
Gordon: (to Justin) Come here you. [gets a filet; Justin comes up to the workstation] Is that what you're serving me today?
Justin: No, chef.
Patrick: Fuck! [comes up to the workstation] Uhm, chef I'm sorry it's raw.
Clemenza: (interview) Not good. Not fucking good.
Gordon: It's raw?!
Narrator: It's two hours into steak night and after blowing his second chance on the meat station, Patrick won't be getting a third.
Gordon: (to Patrick) GET OUT!
Patrick: Fuck!
Gordon: Really?!
Patrick: Fuck!!

[Gordon checks on hanger steak brought up by Royce]

Gordon: It's fucking raw. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here. All of you!
Clemenza: Yes, chef!
Gordon: A hanger steak, (gets a piece of steak) raw and perfect. I knew it's too good to be true. (to Royce) Hey you, Rolls-Royce. Fuck off!

[Gordon has had it with the Red team; returns to the workstation with hanger steak brought up by Robyn]

Gordon: Hey! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Just STOP!! Come here, all of you! Just touch them. Put your hand on top. Put your hand on... (to Robyn and Tiffany) PUT YOUR HAND ON TOP!!!
Robyn and Tiffany: I'm putting it on top.
Gordon: Put it on top. Put it on top. Stone-cold! Red team! You, you, you, you, you. Fuck off! [Kimmy slams her towel on her station upon exit] (to Dana) GET OUT!!

Gordon: Patrick talked a good game, but he couldn't back it up with his cooking so it was time for him to leave Hell's Kitchen.

Episode Eleven [10.11]Edit

Episode Twelve [10.12]Edit

Episode Thirteen [10.13]Edit

Narrator: The red team is stuck on their last two tickets.
Kimmie: How long Tiff?
Tiffany: I don't know exactly.
Narrator: Still waiting for Tiffany's undercooked potato garnish.
Christina: (interview) You should know that they were your potatoes. That was your component right? That was your idea for the menu right?
Tiffany: I'm sorry. What do you want me to say? Don't give me that look!
Kimmie: Don't get an attitude with me! You're killing my steaks!
Tiffany: I don't know, Kimmie. I don't know.
Andi: Tiffany,
Tiffany: Sorry.
Andi: No, you're not!
Tiffany: Yes I am!
Andi: No, you're fucking not!
Tiffany: Yes I am.
Andi: You're the sloppiest cook I've ever seen in my whole entire life!
Tiffany: Sorry.
Andi: No, you're not!
Tiffany: Okay, I'm not.
Andi: You have such a fucking attitude! Why don't you take a walk? And Dana take over her section.
Dana: Yes, chef.
Tiffany: (leaves) Have fun. (interview) Okay, look at Tiffany. Let's make fun of her. I don't care about anything apparently. So, what the fuck? You all just made me look like a fucking idiot. Bye! (cries)

Episode Fourteen [10.14]Edit

[Gordon checks on catfish brought up by Brian]
Gordon: Oh, fuck me. Burned one side. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Yeah, come here. Look. No color and it's burned.
Clemenza: (interview) Really dude? It's a fucking piece of fish. I mean, like come on! Step it up a little bit.
Gordon: (to Brian; gives him a piece of fish) Come here, just take a bite of that. Just take a bite. Eat it, you fuck-wit. How does it taste?
Brian: Tastes like fish, chef.
Gordon: Excuse me? (brief pause) Smart-arse, you want to be funny now, do you? (throws his spoon) You're such a dick!
Robyn: (interview) Brian, really? Right now's not the time to fucking crack jokes, bro.
Gordon: Get out! Get out, you fucking idiot!
Brian: Fuck! (walks out of the kitchen) Seriously? (interview) That was a mistake of epic proportions. I did not mean to be a smart arse.
Gordon: (rekindles Brian) "Tastes like fish," what a fucking dick.
Brian: (interview) It was just the first thing that came to my head.

[Gordon checks on chicken brought up by Robyn; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the blue team]

Gordon: I mean, fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Hey.
Robyn: Really?
Gordon: You, you, you, you. Come here. [Robyn slams her towel] Hey, look. RAW. Now you really think I will serve that in there? [throws the chicken away] MADNESS!! Get out.
Robyn: Don't kick them out, chef. Just kick me out.
Gordon: Hey listen. Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do. You, you, you, you. Fuck off!
Robyn: Fuck! I fucking hate this damn chicken! [Clemenza throws his towel away]
Gordon: GET OUT!!!

[Gordon checks on catfish brought up by Kimmy]
Gordon: Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Oh, Jesus. (returns to the workstation) Aaaahhh. I could cry. I could just... I could just cry. (throws his spoon)
Christina Wilson: Oh, fuck!
Gordon: (knocks the workstation with both hands) STOP!! Come here you! Let me show you something: I've got raw, raw fucking catfish there!
Christina Wilson: Oh!
Gordon: And that's burned shit in there.
Dana: (interview) What are you thinking, Kimmy? This not happening! NO!!
Gordon: You, you, you, you. GET OUT! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!!
Christina Wilson: Fuck!
Gordon: Hey (Christina), there! Touch! (tosses a piece of catfish to Christina) That's the raw fish!
Christina Wilson: I see it, chef. I see it.
Gordon: Fucking disgrace! GET OUT!!

Gordon: As a woman from Memphis, tonight's Southern cuisine menu should've been an easy walk in the park for Kimmie. But it turned out to be a difficult uphill battle, and that is why it was her time to go.

Episode Fifteen [10.15]Edit

[In the team communication challenge, both teams fail to score a single point.]
Clemenza: (interview) The lamb is nicely cooked, sauce is on, got this, we got this, we got this.
[Gordon tastes blue team's lamb]
Gordon: Unreal! (chokes the undercooked lamb)
Clemenza: Fuck!
Gordon: Wow! Ugh!
Brian: (interview) Yeah fucked Up!
Gordon: The sauce is disgusting. It looks like in a gas station. Nasty!
Dana: (interview) Okay, this could be good for us, that mean our lamb is cooked perfectly!
Gordon: Red team! (holds the lamb)
Barbie: I sliced the lamb, Chef.
Gordon: (to Barbie) Did you sliced the lamb or chewed the lamb?
Dana: (interview) Barbie, what have you done to this lamb? Did you cut it with a fucking spoon?
[Gordon tastes red team's lamb and then choked]
Gordon: I am seriously disappointed. I expected at this stage in the game something so much better! For the first time ever his Hell's Kitchen history, I, Gordon Ramsay cannot pick a winner! Red team, blue team, you both lost. One team would've had an amazing day with a beach in Malibu, visiting Santa Monica in a helicopter. You had a beach club this afternoon for yourselves.
Dana: (interview) Hell's Kitchen season 10 making history! Only we're making history because we suck!
Gordon: You have a long day cleaning. The front of Hell's Kitchen needs sprucing up. After that, Hell's Kitchen SUV's need detailing. But more importantly, I'm opening Hell's Kitchen tonight.
Chefs: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And do you know why? Redemption! You need it. I swear to god, there's going to be a great service. Because if it's not, I am not waiting until the end of service to get rid of dead wood.
Clemenza: Fuck!
Gordon: Get cleaning.
Justin: Let's go guys.
Robyn: (interview) Chef's pissed and do you know what? He's got every right to be pissed. We should all be embarrassed to be wearing these jackets right now.

Episode Sixteen [10.16]Edit

Episode Seventeen [10.17]Edit

Episode Eighteen [10.18]Edit

Episode Nineteen [10.19]Edit

Episode Twenty [10.20]Edit

Season 11Edit

Episode One [11.01]Edit

[Signature dishes before a live audience at Caesar's Palace]

Gordon: [Looking at Dan's dish] Seriously, did you throw up on that plate? Let's go back 45 minutes.
Dan: Okay.
Gordon: What is it supposed to be?
Dan: Eggs Benedict with a champagne hollandaise sauce and sourdough bread, heirloom tomatoes and sautéed spinach.
Gordon: And how did you make the hollandaise?
Dan: I used whole butter. If it's good enough for Julia Child, it's good enough for me.
Gordon: Julia Child would be turning in her grave right now if she saw that. (tastes) It's fitting that you made this in Vegas because whoever eats that is sure to get the craps. Let me tell you. That is a joke.

Episode Two [11.02]Edit

Michael: Come on guys, let's go.
Sebastian: Okay Mikey-Wikey. (interview) I messed up a few times but I'm getting into the groove. I'm playing around. I'm trying to make the environment a little looser.
Sebastian: Zacky, talk to me. Zacky-Wacky?
Gordon: Hey you, hey come here you. Zacky-Wacky?
Sebastian: Chef Zach!
Gordon: Hey, look at me. Is this a fucking joke?
Sebastian: No chef!
Gordon: Zacky-Wacky.
Sebastian: Sorry, I apologize chef.
Gordon: Yeah, do me a favor. Get out!
Sebastian: Yes chef.
Gordon: Fuck off, will you? Upstairs, get out!
Anthony: (interview) So Sebastian gets kicked out. Didn't see that coming.
Gordon: Zacky-Wacky?
[Sebastian runs back into the kitchen]
Dan: What are you doing?
Anthony: (interview) Where are you going Sebastian? Okay, you can come back.
Gordon: Second time! Get out!
Anthony: (interview) God, are you kidding me?
Gordon: Fuck off, wacky!

[Gordon sees the lamb was raw]
Barret: Oh, God. (interview) Fuck, it's coming back.
Gordon: Time out! Stop!
Michael: Fuck!
Gordon: The bone thicker than the fucking meat.
Dan: (interview) There needs to be meat on there. This is not a fucking dog's chew toy, this is lamb!
Gordon: And if that is not bad enough. [Shows the wellington which is cremated]
Barret: Fuck!
Gordon: They are way overcooked.
Barret: Fuck!
Zach: (interview) Michael and Barret, Dumb and dumber!
Gordon: You don't slice the wellington until the lamb is ready.
Barret: Yes chef.
[Sebastian returns to the kitchen once again]
Gordon: And when it's together like-- (sees Sebastian) Oh, you...
Sebastian: Can I please come back chef?
Jon: (interview) Dude really, what are you doing? Perfect fucking timing.
Gordon: You, come here you. You're making me look stupid.
Sebastian: No chef.
Gordon: The blue team, one hour into service and not one entrée out. You (Sebastian) for the last time, take him (Barret) and him (Michael) and get out! And let me tell you something, you come back downstairs again, you'll be leaving through the front door. Now GET OUT! Three of you! You (Ray) on meat. You (Anthony) on meat. [Barret doesn't want to leave] Oy, GET OUT!!
Barret: (interview) Now, I'm pissed off. I didn't do anything to get kicked out of this dinner service. (angrily throws his apron)

Gordon: [After checking Susan's undercooked potatoes] Who cooked them?
Susan: I did chef.
Gordon: Yeah you, get out! Get out!
Susan: [under her breath] You're kidding me.
Gordon: Hey madam, you think it's funny?
Susan: No, no, no!
Gordon: Yeah, take that shit with you.
Susan: (interview) I know that this is not funny. I don't deserve to be kicked out of the kitchen. Danielle was. She was the one bringing the station down.
Gordon: Danielle, don't stop the refire, hurry up! After that, two chicken, two wellington.
Danielle: Two chicken, two wellington. Yes chef. Sorry chef, I'm confused. Do you need the one for the redo and the two chicken and two wellington or do you just want the two chicken and two wellington?
[brief pause]
Gordon: GET OUT!
Danielle: Fuck!
Gordon: GET OUT!

Gordon: Three halibut, one bass, one chicken. Come on guys!
Ray, Jeremy and Zach: Yes chef.
[Jeremy's kale catches fire]
Zach: (interview) I'm looking at Jeremy sautéing that kale. I can see the kale nearly catching fire getting burnt!
Zach: Chef, turn that down.
Jeremy: Yeah, yeah.
Zach: Don't even serve that.
Jeremy: I'm not. Worry about your side, let me do my side! Yeah?
Zach: (interview) Fucking what?!
Dan: Hey, no territory bullshit!
Jeremy: (interview) It's my station and I don't need his help. So shut up and do what you're supposed to be doing.
Zach: Unfucking believable.
Gordon: Can we go with three halibut, one bass, one chicken?
Anthony: Seven minutes to the window.
Gordon: (to Jeremy) What are we going with?
Jeremy: Two halibut, one chicken chef.
Dan: Three halibut!
Jeremy: Three halibut, one chicken chef.
Gordon: Three halibut, one bass, one chicken! What are we going with?
Jeremy: (starts stuttering) The three, three, the three halibut, the two, uhh...
[Gordon pounds the workstation]
Anthony: (interview) Jeremy, he's telling it to you. Just say it right back man! I'm pretty sure birds can do that!
Gordon: Three halibut, one bass, one chicken. What's going?
Jeremy: The three halibut, two f..., two uh...
Gordon: GET OUT!!
Zach: (interview) Bye, bye Jeremy. Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Gordon: [sees Jacqueline drinking water] What are you doing?
Jacqueline: I had to get my water chef.
Gordon: Get out!
Jacqueline: (under her breath) Alright, whatever.
Gordon: GET OUT!
Jacqueline: (interview) Chef Ramsay told me to get out. I'm like, alright, I'm gonna go upstairs and rehydrate myself!

Gordon: Raymond, taste that. [Ray uses his fingers to taste the risotto] Fingers! Spoons are everywhere.
Ray: Bland chef!
Anthony: (interview) Ray, you just stuck your finger into a risotto in front of Chef Ramsay in Hell's Kitchen. That's just stupid.
Gordon: You may be the oldest but out of respect, fuck off!
Ray: Yes sir.

Episode Three [11.3]Edit

Episode Four [11.4]Edit

Gordon: [After Danielle's Wellingtons were overcooked] The red team that loves taking the piss because they've flown on a private jet. They've been on a fucking mega super yacht and they think they're king dick because they've kissed Celine Dion's arse in fucking Vegas!

Episode Five [11.5]Edit

Episode Six [11.6]Edit

[Gordon slices a pork brought up by Nedra]

Gordon: That's raw. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away; shows the raw pork to the Red team)
Amanda Giblin: Oh, my fucking god!
Gordon: COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! Yeah, you kept me waiting 28 minutes for raw pork. (points to Mary, Nedra, Cyndi, Ja'Nel, Susan, Amanda and Jacqueline) You, you, you, you, you, you, you (slams the tray on the workstation) GET OUT!! DISASTER!! GET OUT!!

James: (Storms into the blue teams dorm with overcooked halibut) Hey where are you guys!
Jon: Right here, Chef!
James: I spent 18 hours with you guys today, I give you everything I got, and that's the shit your gonna give me in front of Chef Ramsay, Make me look like an asshole in a dining room full of people. I can't look at you guys anymore.

Episode Seven [11.7]Edit

Episode Eight [11.8]Edit

Episode Nine [11.9]Edit

[Gordon checks on filet mignon brought up by Jacqueline]

Gordon: It's raw now. Now they're taking the piss. (returns to the workstation and repeatedly knocks it) What is it for the second fucking time?!
Amanda Giblin: It's fucking raw chef.
Gordon: That's right! It's fucking raw!! (throws a filet on the workstation)
Amanda Giblin: I have two more in the oven.
Gordon: (points to Amanda, Jacqueline, Nedra and Cyndi) You, you, you, you! FUCK OFF, ALL FOUR OF YOU! GET OUT! GET OUT!!

Episode Ten [11.10]Edit

Episode Eleven [11.11]Edit

Episode Twelve [11.12]Edit

Episode Thirteen [11.13]Edit

[Continuing from the last episode, the red team drew a name out of a hat for which member to move to the blue team instead of deliberating.]

Gordon: All of you, head back to the red fucking kitchen and spend two minutes and decide amongst you! Hurry up! I didn't ask you to stick it in a fucking hat like some fucking game show! What is this?!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Jon]

Gordon: This is a joke. They are not seared! (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Quick!
Jon: Seriously?
Gordon: Like mush. Mush, mush MUSH! (knocks his hand on the workstation) It's just a fucking joke!
Anthony: Fuck! (interview) God, are you kidding me? We can't even get past hot apps this late of the competition? God, it's humiliating!
Gordon: Yet again, we're fucking struggling! I'm putting the gas, I'm turning the engine, I'm driving every fucking table! I'M DONE!!
Anthony: (interview) Please, don't let this be happening again.
Gordon: (points to Zach, Jon, Anthony and Nedra) Listen, listen, listen, listen! FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF, FUCK OFF! GET OUT!! GET OUT!! IDIOTS!!

[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Ja'Nel; finds that it's raw]

Mary: There's gonna be--.
Gordon: (interrupting Mary) No, it's not four minutes, come here! It's sushi time! Just touch that. I don't know what you're doing now. Do you know who this is for?
Cyndi: The VIP chef.
Ja'Nel: (Interview) The one VIP in the house and I'm fucking ruining it. (to Gordon) Sorry, chef. (Interview) I hope this is a bad dream. I mean someone pinch me, slap me, shake me out of this hell hole that I'm in right now.
Gordon: I'm done! (points to Ja'Nel, Susan, Mary and Cyndi) YOU, YOU, YOU, YOU FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE!!
Cyndi: Fuck me!
Gordon: GET OUT! (to Cyndi) Hey! Excuse me, Madam!
Cyndi: Yes, chef!
Gordon: "Fuck me"?! How about "FUCK YOU"?!
Cyndi: (interview) How are we making these stupid mistakes?
Gordon: I'm done! FUCK OFF! OUT! GET OUT! GET OUT!!

Gordon: Nedra wore a red jacket and a blue jacket, but after tonight's performance, I knew that she wouldn't be wearing a black jacket.

Episode Fourteen [11.14]Edit

Episode Fifteen [11.15]Edit

Episode Sixteen [11.16]Edit

Episode Seventeen [11.17]Edit

Episode Eighteen [11.18]Edit

Episode Nineteen [11.19]Edit

Gordon: Here we go. Two covers, Table 21: two mussels, entrée: one halibut, one New York Strip.
Final Five: Yes, Chef!
Susan: Two minutes on this order: one halibut, one New York!
Jon: Three minutes, heard.
Gordon: Who called? What's she yelling about? Susan called out halibut, New York steak and we haven't sent out the appetizers. What's going Susan?
Susan: Right now, we have one halibut, and one New York!
Gordon: Hey, all of you, come here! Stop what you're doing, all of you. She's firing entrees, one halibut, one New York Strip. FYI dumbo, we haven't even sent the appetizers!
Mary: (interview) What is Susan thinking right now? Like, what are you thinking Susan?
Gordon: Is the ticket crossed out?
Final Five: No, Chef.
Gordon: What are you doing to them?
Susan: We fired that ticket, Chef.
Gordon: Who's we?! I didn't!
Antonio Sabato Jr.: She's screwed.
Gordon: All of a sudden, you're the chef, right?
Susan: No, Chef! No!
Gordon: Step up. Here you go. (takes off his apron and gives it to Susan) Here you go. You fucking run it then. Here you go. Andi, leave her alone.
Jon: (interview) Susan can't even give correct times on her own station. She's running the kitchen? (sighs) We're fucked.
Susan: Sorry.
Gordon: You run it! Fuck it, there you go, run it! (tosses his tongs on the hotplate) Fucking good luck. Off you go. This is a fucking joke. Andi, fuck 'em. Leave 'em. (Gordon and Andi walk out of the kitchen) Pathetic.