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Hell's Kitchen/Season 11

Season 11
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Hell's Kitchen is an American cooking reality show based on the British program of the same title, where Chef Gordon Ramsay puts aspiring chefs through different challenges and dinner services to decide who is the best.

Episode One [11.1]

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[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 [11.2]

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Gordon: We will stop at nothing to complete a service.
[Metal starts to clanking; it turns out to be Maître d' Jean-Philippe on his silhouette with his luggage, who is returning; Jean-Philippe begins to fall]
Jean-Philippe: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Oh, come on JP. [Mary smiles]
Mary: (gasps) Jean-Philippe!
Ja'Nel: (interview) Oh, my God JP? Where he has been for three years?
Gordon: I told you to be here yesterday.
Jean-Philippe: Got delayed. I really tried to be on time.
Gordon: Get changed, JP. I'm fucking pissed off. Honestly, unreal.

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Gina]

Gordon: Oh, Jesus. All of you, come here. Let me show you a little waterfall. [tilts the plate]
Mary: Oh, my gosh.
Gordon: Just touch them. Cold, overcooked.
Susan: Switch up scallops, guys.
Ja'Nel: Mary, do you want to do scallops?
Gina Aloise: No, I want to do scallops, somebody else got to do risotto. [Nedra gives a shocked face]
Gordon: What do you mean?
Nedra: (interview) Oh, wait. Hell, no! Gina, don't throw me under the bus because your shit ain't right. (to Gina) How long on scallops?
Gina Aloise: (interview) Nedra, just fuck off.
Ja'Nel: You've got some good color on there. You'll burn it.
Nedra: (interview) This bitch couldn't cook a scallop to save her life. I know that Chef is about to find out.
Gina Aloise: I've got the scallops ready.
Susan: Go Gina, you got to go.
Gina Aloise: Walking scallops chef.
Nedra: (interview) Mmm-hmm. Good luck to you, Gina! (brings her risotto to the pass) Risotto, right behind you chef, hot.
Gordon: [checks Gina's scallops] Aah? Hard! All of you, come here! [gets a scallop and flips it like a coin; throws it on the workstation] I guarantee a complete service tonight. You can't even hold it together for the second ticket. Get out, Gina!

[Gordon checks on capellini brought up by Sebastian]

Gordon: Taste that. How hot is that?
James Avery: Spicy, spicy.
Gordon: (returns to the workstation and spits pasta out) All of you, taste that! It's too spicy and it's disgusting! [throws his spoon away on the workstation] And again, scallops cooked beautifully.
Zach: (interview) What the fuck is going on? It's like deja vu on this motherfucker.
Gordon: (to Zach) How many times have you cooked scallops and not serve them?
Zach: Twice chef.
Sebastian: Sorry, bro.
Gordon: Sebastian, get it together!
Sebastian: Yes, chef!
Michael Langdon: 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: Zachy, talk to me.
Zach: (to Michael) We've got three halibut, one branzino.
Sebastian: Zacky-Wacky!
Gordon: Hey, you! Hey! Come here, you. Zacky-Wacky?
Sebastian: Chef Zach!
Gordon: Hey, look at me. Hey, look-- Is this a fucking joke?
Sebastian: No, chef!
Gordon: Zacky-Wacky?!
Sebastian: Sorry, I apologize about that, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, do me a favour: GET OUT!
Sebastian: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Fuck off, will you? Get out!
Sebastian: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Upstairs, GET OUT!
Anthony: (interview) So Sebastian gets kicked out. Who didn’t see that coming.
Gordon: Zacky-Wacky?
[Sebastian runs back into the kitchen]
Dan: What are you doing?
Anthony: (interview) Where the hell are you going Sebastian? Okay, yeah, you can come back.
Gordon: Second time! GET OUT!
Anthony: (interview) God, are you kidding me?
Gordon: Fuck off! Wacky!
[Gordon asks for lamb in the Blue kitchen]
Gordon: Lamb! Come on, Michael! Bit of energy!
Michael Langdon: [brings his lamb to the pass] Yes, chef.
Gordon: [checks the lamb; returns to the workstation] Terrible. Embarrassment.
Barret: Oh, God. (interview) Fuck, it's coming back.
Gordon: Time out! Stop!
Michael Langdon: 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: Horrible. Fuck!
Zach: (interview) Michael and Barret, dumb and dumber!
Gordon: You don't slice the wellington until the lamb's ready.
Barret: Yes, chef.
[Sebastian returns to the kitchen once again]
Gordon: And when it's together like-- (sees Sebastian) Oh, you!
Sebastian: Chef? 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 stands in the doorway] Oi! 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 returns a garnish with undercooked potatoes brought up by Susan]

Gordon: Ladies! Touch them.
Nedra: Hard, chef.
Susan: (interview) Oh, my God. That's my garnish.
Gordon: 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 your shit with you.
Susan: (interview) I know that this is not funny. I don't deserve to be kicked out of the kitchen. Danielle does. She was the one bringing the station down.
Gordon: Danielle, don't stop the redo, hurry up! After that, two chicken, two wellington.
Danielle Boorn: 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 Boorn: 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) Motherfucker 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 sleep, the three, three halibut, the two, 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: 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 going to go upstairs and rehydrate myself!

[Gordon checks on the risotto by Jon]

Gordon: Oh, man! [returns the risotto to the work station] [to Jon] Look at there! Stuck to the bottom of the pan!
Jon: Fuck, man!
Gordon: [to Jon] Jon, take Dan and yourself, and get the fuck out of here! [Jon and Dan leave the kitchen]
Zach: (interview) When somebody gets kicked out the kitchen, they put more pressure on the next man.
Gordon: [to Ray] Raymond, taste that! [Ray tastes the risotto with his bare fingers] Fingers, spoons are everywhere.
Raymond: Bland, chef.
Anthony: (interview) Ray, you just stick your finger in to a risotto in front of Chef Ramsay in Hell's Kitchen. That's just stupid!
Gordon: [to Ray] You may be the oldest, but out of respect, FUCK OFF!
Raymond: Yes, chef.

[Ray leaves the kitchen]

Zach: You got to be shitting me! (interview) Blue Kitchen tonight is like being in the middle of a natural disaster. [to Anthony] My fucking heart is beating (interview) I'm not feeling good right now, it's getting hot, I start feeling pressure.
Anthony: [to Zach] You good?
Zach: I got it, I got it, I'm just breathing.
Gordon: Risotto?
Anthony: [brings up the risotto] Risotto, chef.

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Anthony]

Gordon: (to Anthony) Just taste that.
Anthony: Fuck!
Gordon: Yeah, fuck.
Zach: (interview) Fuck!
Gordon: Get out! Get out!
Gordon: Sebastian tried to be funny, but it was his cooking that was the joke.

Episode Three [11.3]

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Nedra: (Knocks on a counter in the dorm) Let's press the bell, bitch, because we can argue!
Susan: Ding!
Gina: Don't call me "bitch"!
Nedra: Don't mess with a heavyweight and you're a lightweight.
Gina: You're dealing with the wrong person!
Nedra: Yes, I'm dealing with a crazy, deranged person!
Gina: What a fucking baby.
Nedra: You need to watch your stuff.
Gina: (mockingly as she goes into the bedroom) Eah, she pointed her finger at me about the risotto, fuck off! (slams the door shut which causes a roof tile to come loose and hang over the door)
Amanda Giblin: Oh, my God! She just broke the ceiling!
[the Red team laughs]

[The chefs have just gathered outside for the next challenge, when suddenly, Gina speaks up]

Gina: Excuse me, chef? I have something to say.
Gordon: Please, Gina.
Gina: Unfortunately, I am not going to be staying here for this challenge. I'm going to be leaving.
Gordon: You happy to throw the towel in so quickly?
Gina: I have some personal issues; unfortunately, I have to.
Gordon: I'm not going to stop you. Please go back up to the dorms, pack your stuff, and leave Hell's Kitchen.
Gina: Thank you, chef.
Red Team: Bye, Gina.
Nedra: Man, right on the team challenge, this stupid bitch backs out. Bitch, you going to back out doing of a competition? If you can't stand the heat, get out of the kitchen. That bitch folded like a piece of wet paper towel.

[Gina departs through the delivery service door with luggage in tow]

[Gordon returns a risotto to the workstation]

Gordon: What is that? Fucking muppets! All of you. All of you. All of you!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Taste that! Hurry up, Jessica! Haven't you got time to piss around! I mean--.
Jessica: Yes, chef. Coming through.
Gordon: What's the first thing you taste?
Cyndi: White wine chef. (interview) Come on, Mary. Get it together. That's basic shit.
Gordon: (to Mary) How much wine did you put in?
Mary: I put in just a few squirts chef.
Gordon: So you'll have to reduce it down!
Mary: Yes, chef. Yes, chef. (interview) Ugh.
Gordon: Get a pan on, start the risotto. Come on!
Ja'Nel: Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks and tastes a risotto; finds that it has too much white wine again]

Gordon: Too much white wine in there again. All of you.
Mary: Oh, my God.
Gordon: Taste that. Hurry up. Taste.
Mary: I think this is good.
Susan: It needs salt.
Gordon: How won't I taste the white wine in there again? (to Danielle) Have you got a drinking problem?
Danielle: No, chef.
Gordon: The first thing that you can taste in there is fucking white wine! (knocks his hand on the workstation)
Danielle: Yes, chef. So you want about a tablespoon?
Gordon: You have to burn off the alcohol!
Danielle: Yes, chef. (interview) I'm great on what I do. But this is fucking hard. I mean harder than hard.
Gordon: Can someone teach these two fucking idiots how to make a fucking risotto?!
Red team: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Christian]

Gordon: Christian!
Christian: Yes, chef?
Gordon: He brings up scallops, fucking rubber! (knocks his hand on the workstation) I mean, seriously?
Anthony: (interview) What the hell are you doing? Come on! Pick it up, please!
Gordon: Hey, you! Come here, you.
Christian: Ugh.
Gordon: Touch them. (calls out Jeremy) Hey, you, big boy. Come here, you.
Jeremy: Yes, chef?
Gordon: You're the one that's supposed to be supporting them.
Jeremy: Yes, chef.
Gordon: How about supporting your fucking gut? (leads Christian and Jeremy to the Chef's Table) Both of you, sit down! Hey, enjoy your shit!
Jeremy: (interview) I don't know how I'm in this situation right now.
Gordon: (to a server) A glass of wine, please. For the two chefs.
Jeremy: (interview) It was his scallops. I had nothing to do with it.
Gordon: (to Christian and Jeremy) Enjoy! Fuck you! [returns to the workstation; to the Blue team] Hey, get a grip! (knocks his hand on the workstation) Scallops, urgently!
Jon: Heard!

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Jon]

Gordon: This is a joke. Dry as fuck.
James Avery: It's awful.
Gordon: (returns to the workstation) STOP!
Jon: What?
Gordon: All of you! (raises one lamb) Who cooked that?
Jon: Fuck!
Gordon: Come here you! All of you, come here! How much more shit does one need to take?! The dining room full of guests waiting for that.
Jon: (interview) I'm so pissed at myself right now. I just want to punch myself in the dick.
Gordon: You're making me look like a fucking idiot. (throws his spoon away) GET OUT! Leave me alone! Leave, get out, get out, get out. (gives the lamb to Christian) There you go. There's your second course. Fuck off! GET OUT!!
Woman: (overhears Gordon) Wow.
Gordon: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!!

[Gordon checks on lamb brought up by Susan]

Sous-Chef Andi: Oh, that's raw.
Gordon: That's raw? Oh, fuck me. (calls Nedra in the dining room) Nedra, come here! Hurry up.
Nedra: (returns to the kitchen) Yes, chef!
Gordon: (returns to the workstation) All of you! ALL OF YOU!!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: (raises one lamb) What the fuck is that?
Amanda Giblin: It's raw, chef.
Gordon: Who sent me raw lamb on the signature dishes? Who as that?
Susan: Me, chef.
Gordon: It's a joke for you, isn't it?
Susan: Not a joke at all, chef.
Gordon: So what's that, then?
Susan: It's raw lamb.
Gordon: (throws the lamb away) All of you, get out!
Jacqueline: Fuck!
Gordon: Get out! I'M DONE! Get out!
Mary: (interview) This sucks!
Gordon: Leave it!
Mary: (interview) Like we're all talented . We're all good at what we do...
Gordon: Leave it!
Mary: (interview) It shouldn't be that hard.
Gordon: GET OUT!!

Episode Four [11.4]

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Gordon: Blue Team first ticket away, here we go. Four covers, table 22. [slowly] Appetiser: one salad tableside, two risotto, one Caesar salad.
Blue Team: Yes, Chef!
Gordon: [to Michael] Michael, how was that for you?
Michael: Fine, Chef.
Gordon: [to Ray] Raymond, how was that for you?
Raymond: Perfect, Chef.
Gordon: Slow enough?
Raymond: Yes, Chef.

[Shows a flashback of Michael suggesting to have Gordon read the tickets slower to help them]

Gordon: I mean, fucking hell!

[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with risotto]

Jean-Philippe: VIP table, NBA player. The risotto is too hard.
Gordon: [returns and slams the risotto on the workstation] Risotto, a VIP table. Rice is fucking undercooked. [Ray places a pan underneath the workstation] Hey, he's a bit-- (to Ray) Hey, come here you. Give me that pan. [shows an overcooked risotto to the Blue team]
Ray: That one--
Gordon: What are you doing? Wha-wha-wha-- Just what in the fuck are you doing?
Anthony: (interview) Things are rolling, risotto goes out, awesome. Perfect good, good start.
Gordon: [slams the pan on the workstation] That's burned and that's hard! [gets and slams the plate on the pan]
Ray: I'll put another one in chef.
Anthony: (interview) Risotto comes back, awesome. Perfect, [deflated tone] this is what we do.
Gordon: (knocks his hand on the workstation; to Ray) You, grand-dad! Come on! this is a pick up now!
Ray: Ten seconds, chef. Right here, chef.
Zach: (interview) Chef Ray, watch your motherfucking self and you'd better not make any more mistakes under the fucking sun. You hear me?
Gordon: KEEP THE FUCKING PAN DOWN!
Ray: Yes, chef. I understand, chef.
Gordon: MOVE, RAY!
Ray: Sorry.
Dan: (interview) Ray, get your head out of your ass and get this risotto out. We're waiting on you. Waiting on Ray!
[Ray brings his risotto to the pass, Gordon checks it]
Gordon: Stop! Risotto tastes delicious! (to Ray) Now you've raised the bar.
Ray: Thank you, chef.
Gordon: Hey, don't piss your pants! Just stay focused!
Ray: I won't, chef. Yes, chef.

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Jessica]

Gordon: One risotto, why is she cooking all that? (returns to the workstation) Oy, all of you! How many portions are in there?
Susan: Three. There's three chef.
Gordon: Four? Five? (to Jessica) How many is going?
Jessica Lewis: Two chef.
Gordon: One! Is this a joke for you?
Jessica Lewis: No, chef.
Gordon: All that time we're waiting!
Jessica Lewis: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: Five portions of fucking risotto, I need one!
Jessica Lewis: Let's go, bounce back.
Gordon: (disgusted) Yeah.
Susan: (to her team mates) Come on, guys. Let's pick it up. Let's get going.
Gordon: Throw five, serve one!

[Gordon asks for lamb in the Blue kitchen]

Gordon: Lamb?
Dan: (slices his lamb; finds that it's rare) Dude, this is under. I can't send this.
Gordon: Lamb?
Jon: Walk with the lamb, please.
Dan: Lamb is not done yet chef.
Gordon: Oh, fuck off! Christ almighty!
Dan: It's still rare in the middle. The middle is rare, the outside are good.
Gordon: Oh, fuck me.
Michael Langdon: We have to fire an all new garnish.
Dan: (interview, mocking Michael) Waaaaah! The lamb's not cooked! Waaaaah!
Michael Langdon: Brand new garnish.
Dan: (interview) Michael, just sit there and wait! I got it!
Gordon: Where is this fucking lamb?!
Dan: Right here chef.
Gordon: There's the fucking plates! Two minutes been sat there dressed!
Jon: Lamb is being cut. It's on its way.
Dan: Walking lamb. Behind. (brings his lamb to the pass)
Gordon: It's there! Hey Bozo That's how open the fucking gap for you!
Dan: Yes, chef. Two lamb chef.
[Gordon checks Dan's lamb; returns to the workstation]
Anthony: (interview) Yelling over, problem solved. Right?
Gordon: [points to Dan] YOU! HEY, STRING-BEAN! COME HERE!
Dan: Yes, chef!
Anthony: (interview) Wrong.
Gordon: (raises a chewed up piece of lamb) What the fuck is that?!
Michael Langdon: Get lamb going now.
Gordon: What is that?! [Dan doesn't answer] Wha... WHAT IS THAT?!
Dan: Shit, chef.
Gordon: This needs one more minute in the oven, and that bit there should be a fucking dog's chew!
Dan: Yes, chef.

[Jacqueline brings her chicken to the pass]

Jacqueline: Where would you like it, chef?
Gordon: Put it there.
Jacqueline: Thank you, chef.
Gordon: [checks her chicken; finds that it's raw] Pink fucking chicken. (returns to the workstation) Ladies!
Red team: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Pink chicken!
Jacqueline: Fuck!
Mary: (Interview) Raw chicken, like seriously?
Gordon: Pink chicken. Undercooked, and pink.
Jacqueline: Sorry, chef.
Gordon: [throws his spoon on the workstation as everyone stands around unresponsive] WAKE UP! Come on, Jacqueline!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Amanda Giblin: Bounce back guys, leave it in the water longer.
Gordon: Jacqueline!
Jacqueline: Get me a pan.
Gordon: JACQUELINE!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef!
Gordon: There are some things you can't do in a kitchen...
Jacqueline: Yes, chef!
Gordon: ...and that's serving raw chicken!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef!
Gordon: JESUS CHRIST!!

[Gordon asks for lamb again in the Blue kitchen]

Gordon: Lamb? Where is the lamb?!
Dan: I'll just bring it up, chef. A minute left, chef.
Michael Langdon: Come on, I'm going to lose those garnish.
Gordon: A minute away. Garnish is done.
Michael Langdon: (interview) I'm doing fucking 50,000 things right now, and Dan is failing at the one fucking task that he has. I need a lamb.
Dan: (slices his lamb) Zach?
Zach: How the fuck?
Dan: (interview) Okay, the lamb wasn't cooking fast enough. What the fuck do you want me to do about it other than to put it in the damn oven. [puts his lamb in the oven]
Michael Langdon: (to Dan) Dan, real time. How long?
Dan: (to Zach) How long?
Michael Langdon: YOU JUST LOOK AT THE FUCKING LAMB! HOW LONG?! [goes to the oven] OH, JESUS! FUCK! (interview) Then he asks Zach how long? Are you kidding me? How does that go? (to Dan) Get the fuck out of here! Get out! (interview) Really, if he lays one fucking finger on me, I'm going to beat him all over the fucking room! I don't care if I walk off and go to jail tonight!
Ray: (to Dan) Hey, don't stand there!
Anthony: (to Dan and Michael) Hey, come on! Split it up! [Michael bumps Dan out of his way]
Dan: (to Michael) Don't fucking bump me again!
Gordon: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
Dan: (interview) Don't bump me! You ain't shit! You want to fucking fight?! Come get it!
Gordon: (to Michael) Hey, hey, hey you! (to Dan) Hey you, HEY FUCK-WIT! Come here you! Come here! [leads Dan and Michael to the pantry]
Anthony: (interview) Wooo-hoo! Someone's getting it down.
Gordon: [angrily slams the door] WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON WITH YOU TWO?!
Michael Langdon: (to Dan) You got to talk to me, bro. That's it.
Dan: Alright.
Michael Langdon: You got to fucking talk to me!
Dan: Stop yelling at me.
Michael Langdon: No, fuck you! Talk to me or get the fuck out and go home!
Gordon: (to Dan) You're throwing him under the bus all the fucking time!
Michael Langdon: Don't be sorry, dude!
Dan: I'm sorry! I'm sorry!
Michael Langdon: Don't be sorry!
Gordon: Look at him and talk at each other!
Dan: I'll fix it! I'm sorry!
Michael Langdon: Let's do it! Come on!

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Danielle]

Gordon: Now it's overcooked.
Sous-Chef Andi: They're overcooked.
Gordon: (returns to the workstation) All of you, HEY!
Mary: (under her breath) Oh, my God.
Gordon: The Red team that loves taking the piss because they've flown off a private jet, they've been on a fucking mega super yacht, and they think they're King Dick because they've kissed Céline Dion's arse in fucking Vegas! Come here, you! Touch that.
Amanda Giblin: It's overcooked, chef.
Susan: Yes, chef. Overcooked.
Gordon: Just so--- [sees Danielle walking away] Oh, she disappears, look. Hey.
Danielle Boorn: I'm giving you another one chef. I understand that's overcooked. [brings another wellington to the workstation]
Gordon: Look at that there. Touch that there.
Danielle Boorn: Yes, chef. Sorry, chef. Here's another one.
Gordon: And even before touching that one, what do you think that one's going to come out at?
Amanda Giblin: Medium, chef.
Gordon: Touch that one.
Amanda Giblin: Overcooked, chef.
Gordon: Overcooked. Overcooked. [slams the tray on the workstation]
Danielle Boorn: (under her breath) Fuck!
Amanda Giblin: (interview) Danielle, girl. Get your shit together, man!
Gordon: Third time lucky, bingo?!
Danielle Boorn: Perfect, chef. Perfect, chef.
Gordon: Oh! "Perfect, chef!" (sarcastically)
Danielle Boorn: Sorry, chef. [brings another wellington to the workstation]
Gordon: So the first two were what?!
Danielle Boorn: My fuck-up, chef. Sorry, chef.
[Gordon checks her wellingtons; then finally brings them to the pass]

[The Red Team lost the night's service; they have nominated Jessica and Danielle for elimination]

Gordon: Okay, Danielle, Jessica step forward please. You know what? There's one more chef I'd like to hear from.
Narrator: With their dinner service loss, the Red team was forced to nominate two chefs for elimination. They put up Danielle and Jessica, but Chef Ramsay has his eye on a third.
Gordon: Because she could've killed someone tonight: (points to Jacqueline) Jacqueline! Get your arse up here. I mean honestly? Miss Pink Chicken? Unacceptable!
Gordon: Ladies, you are not the same outfit that opened this competition, let me tell you. (members of the Blue team that won the night's service exchange smiles and grins amongst each other) If you think what you've been through is challenging so far... I... I'm going to turn up the heat. Because I need to start separating the chefs, from the cooks. Got it?
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Piss off!
Gordon: Every dinner service, Danielle looked like a deer in the headlights, and that's why she ended up as dead meat.

Episode Five [11.5]

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[Gordon notices Nedra using soggy muffins for the eggs benedict]

Gordon: Hey, hello!
Nedra: I've cut them right now, chef.
Gordon: (gets Nedra's plate of eggs benedict) Stop Nedra, stop. [brings the eggs benedict to the workstation] Stop! LADIES! (gets a piece of muffin) Look, soggy. (to Nedra) Why are using the soggy ones when you've got toasted behind you?
Nedra: Yes, chef.
Gordon: No, not "Yes, chef!" Why are you using the soggy ones?!
Nedra: I didn't know the were soggy, chef.
Gordon: Visually you don't know that's not toasted?
Nedra: I didn't see it when they went down chef. But I have another one coming. [Gordon throws the muffin away on the plate]
Amanda Giblin: Let's go, guys. Let's bounce back.

[Gordon checks on salmon with scrambled eggs on the workstation]

Gordon: (calls the Blue team) All of you, come here! Taste that. I want you to taste that scrambled egg! Taste it!
Zach: Some seasoning, guys! Little salt and pepper!
Gordon: Who made that?
Ray: I did, chef. I put salt and pepper in chef.
Gordon: You-- [throws his spoon away on the workstation] I mean, SERIOUSLY?! THEY'RE PARAMEDICS!
Ray: I got them, chef.
Gordon: I think you need a doctor right now! [knocks his hand on the workstation]
Ray: Two more salmon coming right up.

[Gordon returns some salmon with scrambled eggs to the workstation]

Gordon: All of you, come here! ALL OF YOU!
Blue team: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Some disgusting pig brought me the sample scrambled eggs. The sample scrambled eggs that I cooked an hour ago. [flashback to where Sous-chef Andi telling both teams to study the sample plates] These guests, they save lives on a daily basis and you want to serve that? JEREMY, DAN! YOU'LL FUCKING KILL SOMEONE WITH THAT!! (tosses the plate on the workstation)
Narrator: It's early morning and Hell's Kitchen has opened its doors to serve breakfast to a group of much-deserving doctors, nurses and ENTs.
Jon: (to Jeremy) You pick that motherfucker up.
Gordon: Take that garnish back.
Anthony: Work it again! Let's go!
Gordon: Fuck off, guys.

Episode Six [11.6]

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[Barret brings tickets to the pass]
Gordon: Hey, Blue team!
Zach: (to the Blue team) Chef, pay attention!
Gordon: On order, four covers Table 23! (finds that the ticket was badly written) I mean, fuck me. (shows the ticket to the Blue team) Hey, look at the way he wrote that ticket. Look at how badly that's written out! Barret!
Barret: What happened?
Gordon: Rewrite the ti-- Where's Jean-Philippe? Jean-Philippe, what is that?
Jean-Philippe: Come on.
Gordon: Oh, fuck off! (tears up the ticket) Hey JP, take him (Barret) and yourself back to fucking Belgium! Fuck right off! Fuck off!

[Gordon checks a risotto at the pass]

Gordon: It's undercooked, the rice. Wow, fuck me. (returns to the workstation) Hey, the rice is undercooked! The rice is undercooked!
Amanda Giblin: That's not ready yet, guys.
Gordon: Start again!
Susan: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Come on! (to Jessica at the pass) What are you waiting on?
Jessica: [Table] 34, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, fuck-- come in here. Come in here! [Jessica enters the Red kitchen] How long have you been waiting?
Jessica: 20-30 minutes chef.
Gordon: Yeah, you've been actually waiting 32 minutes. Tell your fucking team!
Jessica: (to the Red team) Let's go, guys! Table 34!
Gordon: Why are you laughing?
Jessica: I'm not. I'm sorry, chef. [Gordon throws his spoon away on the workstation]
Gordon: (to the Red team) Hey, all of you stop! Come here, fucking all of you! (to Jessica) You think this is a joke.
Jessica: No, chef. I don't.
Gordon: (to the Red team) We're dying for Table 34's fucking appetizers (to Jessica) and you're coming in to laugh at (points to Susan) her. What's funny?
Jessica: Nothing, chef.
Gordon: Do you want to go?
Jessica: No, chef. I don't.
Gordon: Can you tell your team to hurry up?
Jessica: (to the Red team) Let's go, team!
Susan: I'm ready!
Gordon: (to Jessica) Hey, it's sounds so funny, isn't it?
Jessica: No, chef.

[Gordon asks for halibut in the Blue kitchen]

Gordon: Where is the fucking halibut?!
Ray: Coming up chef.
Zach: Come on, guys! Push it!
Anthony: (to Ray) Let's go, come on. Get those up.
Narrator: Ray hurries to deliver his third attempt at the same order of fish.
Gordon: WHERE IS IT?!
Ray: (to Dan) Bring that up.
Dan: Got it right here, chef. [brings Ray's halibut to the pass]
Zach: Come on, come on. Go with that, good job.
Anthony: Please be cooked. For the love of God, be cooked.
Gordon: [checks Ray's halibut] Wellington's beautifully cooked, pork's beautifully cooked.
Anthony: Thank you, chef.
Gordon: But I have a problem. [returns to the workstation] I have a big fucking problem. YES, I DO! [angrily knocks his hand on the workstation] MAN!
Ray: Fuck me!
Gordon: THIS IS RAW!
Zach: Oh, my God!
Anthony: Oh, fuck me!
Gordon: THIS IS RAW!
Zach: (interview) Not again! Dammit, this can't be happening! (to Ray) Come on, Ray!
Gordon: IT'S JUST RAW!!! [angrily knocks his hand on the workstation]
Michael: (to Ray) Get three more going. Get three more going. Put them in the oven.
Gordon: IT'S FUCKED!
Zach: (interview) We're going down in flames! Titanic ain't got SHIT on us!
Gordon: I'M DONE! (points to every member of the Blue team) You, you, you, you, you, you, GET OUT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
Anthony: (interview) I was doing good, dammit.

(The blue team head to the dorm)

Ray: Did I not say that we're done? I will let you fucking know when you fucking keep leaving in it. (interview) Dan, just leave it alone. I had it fucking perfect.
James Avery: (Storms into the blue team's dorm with raw halibut) Hey, where are you guys?!
Jon: Right here, Chef!
James Avery: I spent 18 hours with you guys today, I give you everything I got, and that's the bullshit you're going to give me in front of Chef Ramsay?! Make me look like a dickhead in a dining room full of people! I'm beside myself right now with that! I can't look at you guys anymore.

[Gordon checks and slices a pork brought up by Mary]

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!
Mary: God.
Gordon: Yeah, kept me waiting 28 minutes for raw pork. (points to every member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, you, you, you, (slams the tray on the workstation) GET OUT! DISASTER! GET OUT!
[Gordon has called both teams downstairs after kicking them out of service]
Gordon: Stay there! Stay there! We're not done yet! Sous chefs and I are still cooking in there. There's no winning team, you both lost! Think of two individuals from each team that you want rid of! Fuck off upstairs! (returns to the kitchen) Unbelievable!

Episode Seven [11.7]

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[Episode picks up where the last episode left off at an elimination where the four nominated chefs have given Chef Ramsay their jackets, but haven't been sent out the door as Ramsay is about to do something he's "never done before"]

Gordon: All four of you are now on probation. Go, back in line!
Ray: Thank you Chef.
Mary: Thank you Chef.
Gordon: Don't thank me yet, and here's why: Each and every one of you, will have to earn your jacket back by the end of the next dinner service, and if you don't: (Gordon makes a swipe motion with his hand past his neck, resembling a slit throat) you're history! Piss off!

(Both the red and blue teams leave to head back to the dorms, as Chef Ramsay looks on, shaking his head)

[After the Blue team finally won a challenge]

Dan: (Interview) About time! And the best part is: Look what I got! (Holds up his chef jacket up as he is now off probation, and heckles)

[Gordon checks on halibut brought up by Barret]

Gordon: All of you, come here.
Barret: (interview) Fuck!
Gordon: (points to a table of senior women) See those six glamourous ladies, slightly older? Yeah. And look.
Barret: Oh.
Dan: Oh, my God!
Gordon: (gets a parchment paper from a halibut) The paper.
Jon: (to Barret) You left the parchment on there, man?
Zach: (interview) What, you trying to kill people? By the time you swallow it, it's too late. You're on the floor with Jean-Philippe doing CPR on you. [scoffs] Who the fuck want that?
Gordon: (quietly to Barret) Hey, come here you. It's not a fucking joke. You should be ashamed.
Barret: I am. I am ashamed. (interview) Tonight of all nights, I'm just praying that we didn't lose the dinner service.
Gordon: Paper to a senior! [crosses to the Red kitchen out of disgust]
Narrator: While Barret starts over on the fish, in the Red kitchen, the women are very excited.
Susan: Our last ticket!
Narrator: To be closing in on the finish line.
Susan: We got this!
Gordon: Hey!
Red team: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Shut the fuck up! High-fiving each other, last ticket, it's the same fucking ticket!
Gordon: When Jessica first arrived, I had high expectations for her. Unfortunately, she let us both down.

Episode Eight [11.8]

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[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Jacqueline]

Gordon: Oh, Jesus. They're rubber. Scallops are overcooked! Rubber, look at that one. Just touch that one there. Just touch it there! Come on, get me some more in there!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef!
Gordon: You've got the easiest appetiser!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef. (interview) Fuck me!
Gordon: Hey, fuck you!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Okay? (returns a tray of appetizers to the workstation) Hey, fuck you all! Cold pizza, cold fish and chips, refire urgently!

[Gordon checks on pizza brought up by Dan]

Gordon: That's burned. (returns to the workstation) Fuck you all! [knocks the workstation] Damn! Come here, all of you! Come on! Hey look, there's no garnish around there and that's the biggest bit. Look at that there.
Dan: Fuck me!
Gordon: (raises the pizza and drops it) For kids, and kids, fucking kids!
Jon: (interview) Dan is like a monkey wrench in a machine. You're killing me, man!
Gordon: Start again and get it together!
Blue team: Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on cheeseburger brought up by Ray]

Gordon: Stone-cold. Hey, all of you. (points to Ray) You first, fuck-wit! Come here!
Ray: Oh, fuck! (interview) No, this can't be happening.
Gordon: Just touch that. Just touch the burger.
Ray: Oh, it's fucked, chef.
Gordon: [angrily throws the burger on the workstation] Whose table is that?
Anthony: (interview) A cold cheeseburger. How the hell does something like that happen?!
Gordon: That's my family.
Dan: (interview) He just brought a perfect storm our way. Thanks, dude.
Gordon: At this stage of the game, I don't expect the "I'm sorry!" IT'S NOT GOOD ENOUGH! [knocks his hand on the workstation] IT'S FUCKED!!
Ray: I have another one chef.
Jon: (interview) Get it together, man. A cold burger?
Gordon: (to Ray) Hey, you have the audacity to send that to my son! I wouldn't do that to your family!
Ray: Totally my fault, chef.

[Gordon checks on chicken brought up by Barret]

Gordon: I've got raw chicken here.
James Avery: And it's for my wife.
Gordon: [returns the chicken to the workstation] HEY! For Chef James's wife, pink chicken.
Jon: (interview) Raw fish, people can survive it. Under-cooked meat, cook it more it's like not going to kill you, but fucking raw chicken will fucking kill you.
Gordon: Chef James's wife is pregnant.
Mary: Oh, my gosh.
Barret: (interview) I can't even look at Chef James in the eyes. He's like a freaking triple black belt in Taekwondo. This dude will probably fuck me up right now.
Gordon: My family and James's family. Red Team, take over! Let's go! Move!
Red team: Yes, chef!

Episode Nine [11.9]

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[Gordon notices the Red team not cooking any entrées]

Gordon: Hey, pedicure, manicure! How long?
Jacqueline: I am waiting for Susan!
Gordon: No, you fucked you! She's (Susan) slicing the prime rib! And you just stopped the whole fucking kitchen. (calls the Red team to the pass) All of you! (calls Susan in the dining room) SUSAN!
Susan: Yes, chef?
Gordon: COME HERE, YOU!
Susan: (interview) I know everyone keeps saying, "Jacqueline is an amazing chef, she's so strong." (to Gordon) Yes, chef?
Gordon: You just stopped sending entrées, (to Susan) did you tell her (Jacqueline) to stop?
Susan: No.
Gordon: Oh, really?!
Susan: (interview) But if you can't perform with the lights turned on, then it's worthless.
Gordon: We are now stopped being serving meat that we're dying for. (to Jacqueline) Have you heard of anything so fucking stupid?!
Jacqueline: No.
Gordon: The less you give me your best, go home! OVER!
Jacqueline: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Get it together. Have a little meeting.
Susan: I know what table is next. If I need to rush, I could rush.
Jacqueline: Okay.
Gordon: HURRY UP!!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Susan: Let's go, guys.

[Gordon checks and slices a New York strip brought up by Ray]

Gordon: They're fucking raw. Fuck off. (to the Blue team) Hey, raw New York!
Ray: Oh, fuck me. (interview) Oh, my God. He just can't catch a break.
Gordon: (to Ray) Come here, you. Just fucking come here! Who cooked it?
Ray: I---.
Gordon: ANSWER!!!
Ray: I did, chef. I cooked it. I'll take it. I did, chef.
Gordon: This is where it goes so fucking badly! It's not even red in there!
Ray: I understand, chef.
Gordon: Two of you on the section! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Do you have any fight left?!
Anthony: Michael, make another one!
Michael Langdon: I'm going to cook. I'm going to cook.
Jon: (interview) Ray, Michael. Pull your heads out of your asses and cook the fucking meat!
Ray: Here, I got the fucking New York strip, okay?
Michael Langdon: I got it on.
Ray: Don't rush the steaks.
Michael Langdon: (interview) Ray, please stop talking. Let me fucking cook the meat. I got it.
Gordon: How long for that New York strip?
Michael Langdon: Three and a half, chef.
Gordon: Oh, fuck! Take the table back. Oh, fuck me. (gives the tray of entrées to Ray) Ray, hey. Fuck off. Take that. Take it. A fucking joke!

[Gordon checks on filet mignon brought up by Amanda]

Gordon: Raw, raw, fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] Oh, fucking hell!
Amanda Giblin: Fuck my life!
Gordon: Raw filet! The easiest to cook, the most glamourous, the most in demand, cold and raw!
Amanda Giblin: (interview) Jacqueline says it's good, I trusted her, and they're raw.
Gordon: Raw in the middle! Hey, Amanda! It's not sushi night, it's steak night!
Amanda Giblin: Yes, chef!

[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]

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[Gordon checks the tuna is about to be served for the Quinceañera celebrant; found out it was cold]
Gordon: You are kidding me, ice cold! HEY! ALL OF YOU COME HERE, HURRY UP! [returns the tuna at the workstation; then knocks twice on the counter] JUST TOUCH THAT! TOUCH THAT YOUR FINGERS.
Ja'Nel: Stone-cold.
Gordon: IT'S SAYING ICE COLD!
Amanda Giblin: Fuck!
Gordon: Something is so easy! WHO SEARED IT?
Amanda Giblin: Nedra seared it. (cuts off to Nedra when she blinks her eyes)
Nedra: I-- (interview) Fuck you, Amanda! You skate on thin ice! It's not the one I seared.
Gordon: [drops the tuna onto the workstation] Fucking hell! (throws a spoon away) I STOOD AWAY TO GO! A PIECE OF FISH THAT BIG THAT CAN'T BE SEARED! SHIT! (knocks over the workstation twice)
Nedra: Chef, I need take four--
Amanda Giblin: Nedra seared it, chef. I got it.
Gordon: (rekindles Amanda) "Nedra seared it, I got it." (throws a spoon with a disappointment)
Amanda Giblin: (interview) Back off the station, I have it!
Amanda Giblin: Chef, it was a poor mistake I'm trying to fix right now.
Nedra: Fucking bitch!

Episode Eleven [11.11]

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Episode Twelve [11.12]

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Gordon: We're firing apps brilliantly, and now we're gonna start firing entrées.
Anthony: Heard that, Chef.
Gordon: Okay? First table away. Don't fall behind!
Anthony: Absolutely.
Blue team: Yes, Chef.
Gordon: Red team, away now: one New York strip, one branzino. They go with the Blue team at the exact same time, yes?
Red team: Yes, Chef!
Gordon: Zach, one pork, one filet.
Zach: I'm ready now, one minute!
Gordon: Hey, come here, you fuckface. This is where he doesn't understand jack shit. "I'm ready now, one minute." And yet the Red team need a bit of fucking time. [points to the Red Team] I wouldn't let them do that to you, so why are you doing that to them?
Zach: Um, Chef, three minutes?
Gordon: What'd you think? We started off with what? [holds his hand up]
Zach: Five.
Gordon: Thank you.
Zach: (interview) Unbelievable. Let me just keep my mouth shut. Yes, Chef!
Gordon: Is that clear now?
Zach: Yes, that's very clear!
Gordon: I appreciate that!
Zach: Thank you, Chef.
Gordon: That's why I call you "fuckface!"
Zach: Not a problem, Chef!
Gordon: Because you're fucking them (the Red team) and you're fucking me!
Zach: I don't wanna fuck anybody!
Gordon: Thank you!
Zach: Thank you! (interview) Did I just have a conversation with Chef Ramsay about fucking? [cuts to Zach in the kitchen, grinning] Yes, I did.

Episode Thirteen [11.13]

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[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 Ja'Nel]

Gordon: They're overcooked. No, no, no, no, no.
Andi: Oh, shit.
Susan: Yeah, we're moving. We got this.
Gordon: We're not fucking moving and yet you haven't got anything. What is that shit?
Ja'Nel: I'll do it again, chef. I'm sorry, chef.
Gordon: Look at them. Just touch them. That is disgusting!
Ja'Nel: (interview) This is my worst nightmare. Fuck!
Gordon: I cannot believe you done that! What is happening in here?! (points to Susan) She's cooking four risottos, we need two (points to Ja'Nel) and you're bastardising scallops! I'll reduce the menu, I'll pull down the appetisers, pull down the entrées for you to shine!
Susan: (interview) Ja'Nel is dronwning at this point. You are dragging the team down.
Gordon: WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?!!
Mary: (interview) I just want to slap her. Ja'Nel, wake up! Come on! You're so much better than this!
Gordon: Get a grip!
Ja'Nel: Yes, chef.
Susan: (to Ja'Nel) Go get it, chef. You'll get better, chef.
Ja'Nel: Give me two minutes on those scallops.
Susan: We got this. We're good.
Gordon: "We got this"? Fucking hell. She (Ja'Nel) can't even cook a scallop.
Gordon: Nedra!
Nedra: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Why can't you do the cold? (to Zach) Why did she drop [the pasta] that?
Zach: She said she don't need any help.
Gordon: My worry is the slowness.
Nedra: (interview) Chef, just watch how to let me fucking do this, I don't need no help!
Gordon: If I was in the Blue team, I'd have her off the fucking appetisers, I'll put her on the garnish, and someone with a pair of balls could step up and take over that fucking mess! (to the Blue team; goes to Nedra's station) All of you, come here! Just look! Just look at the fucking mess in here! The shit, the disarray, the disorganisation and look, [gets a basket of pasta on Nedra's station] look, look. LOOK AT THE MESS!!
Nedra: YES, CHEF! I'M GOING TO GET IT TOGETHER!

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Jon]

Gordon: This is a joke. They're not seared! (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Quick!
Jon: Are you serious?
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 every member of the Blue team) 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 going to 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 every member of the Red team) 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]

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Episode Fifteen [11.15]

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[8:33PM]
Narrator: It's two and a half hours into dinner service and all of the red diners have been fed. But thanks to Zach's careless performance...
Gordon: Is that lamb-- (sees that it's overcooked) Oh, please! Does that not look like it's overcooked? Hey, you! Hey, fuck-face!
Narrator: ...the men are struggling with the two remaining tickets and all eyes are on Zach's lamb.
Gordon: Looks like elephant shit from here!
Zach: I understand, chef. I'm just waiting for the fish.
Gordon: You fucking give me one more excuse, I swear to God, take your jacket and fuck off out of here!
Zach: I'm sorry, chef.
Gordon: Stop making excuses!
Zach: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Two lamb, one wellington, one bass. How long? (Zach doesn't answer; goes over to Zach's station) Put it down, I can do the rest. You can fuck off, Zach.
Anthony: (interview) Chef Ramsay has just had it. He comes in and says "You know what, Zach? I'm going to work your station now."
Zach: Chef, you're going to put it fat side down first?
Gordon: Now he's asking me stupid questions. "Hey, chef, can I brush my teeth? Hey, chef, uh...can I change my pants?" One mistake and he's so frazzled.

[After Anthony has been eliminated]

Gordon: Zach, come here! (Zach walks up to Chef Ramsay as the women and Jon look on in awe)(Pause) Do your jacket up! I'm watching you closely, Back in line!

Episode Sixteen [11.16]

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[Gordon checks on lobster brought up by Cyndi]

Gordon: Cyndi? Hey all of you, come here. Come here! Just touch that. Touch that lobster. When it's something so curly like that, what does it mean?
Susan: Overcooked, chef.
Gordon: So it fucking (throws the lobster hard against the wall) bounces off the fucking wall!
Susan: (interview) Did that just happened?! It is black jackets time, we could not be making these stupid mistakes.
Gordon: Can I have a poached lobster?!
Cyndi: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Pick that [the lobster] up.
Mary: Yes, chef.
Susan: Come on, ladies. Pick it up!
Mary: (to Cyndi) Do you need some help, Cynd?
Gordon: What's the matter with you?!
Cyndi: I got it. I'm bouncing back chef. I'm bouncing back right now.
Gordon: Jesus Christ.

[Mary brings Cyndi's lobster to the pass, Gordon checks it]

Gordon: Now, it's raw. Just stone-fucking-cold. Hey all of you, come here!
Mary: Oh, crap!
Gordon: Now, the lobster is raw!
Mary: Ugh!
Gordon: (to Cyndi) Come here you! Just touch that. You know it's wrong, it's stone-cold! First one was rubber, now this is ice-cold!
Cyndi: Yes, chef.
Gordon: [leads the Red team to the pantry] Come here you. All three of you, come here! (to Sous-chef Andi) Andi, take over! SUSAN!
Susan: Yes-- I'm coming! I'm coming chef!
Gordon: Get in here!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Mary: Come on!
Gordon: [angrily slams the door] What's happening?! What's the matter with you?!
Mary: (interview) I have never been in the pantry with Chef and it's never a good thing when he takes you back there.
Gordon: You've got to get a standard inside you! You're screwing the Red team!
Cyndi: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I'd rather slow down and increase the standard than sending me shit!
Red team: Yes, chef.
Gordon: WAKE UP! All of you!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: There once was a chef named Zach,
For words he didn't lack.
But in the kitchen, he was no magician,
And he won't be coming back.

Episode Seventeen [11.17]

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Episode Eighteen [11.18]

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Episode Nineteen [11.19]

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[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Ja'Nel]

Gordon: All of you. ALL OF YOU! [points to Ja'Nel] Hey, I mean you.
Ja'Nel: No, chef. I'm sorry, chef.
Gordon: Yeah, come here you. Taste that.
Mary: (interview) Ugh! It's disgusting!
Gordon: Come here. All of you, come here. [leads the Final five to the back counter; points to Antonio Sabàto, Jr. at the Chef's Table] We have a VIP guest in the fucking kitchen. What is that? IT'S MUSH! ABSOLUTE MUSH!! What is happening?!
Ja'Nel: (interview) I can't believe it. It's just really embarrassing.
Gordon: Get a grip now!
Final Five: Yes, chef!
Ja'Nel: Sorry, chef.
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 appetisers. 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 entrées, one halibut, one New York strip. FYI, dumbo, we haven't even sent the appetisers!
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 them! Leave them! (Gordon and Andi walk out of the kitchen) Pathetic!

Episode Twenty [11.20]

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Episode Twenty One (Two Hour Finale) [11.21]

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