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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.

18 Chefs Compete [15.01]

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[During the signature dish challenge]
Gordon: First name is...
Jackie: Jackie.
Gordon: Where are you from?
Jackie: (New) Jersey. [audience applauds] (interview) I am the epitome of Jersey. I'm tough, I'm beautiful, I'm sexy. I will kick your ass and suck your dick all at the same time.
Gordon: What's under the dome?
Jackie: [removes lid] I have a seared scallop and grilled corn salsa.
Gordon: [notices that there is only one scallop on the plate] Wow. Now, are we on a diet?
Jackie: No. [some of the contestants laugh with the audience] I thought it looked nice with just one.
Gordon: I thought I'd get more from a Jersey girl. Every time I've been there, man, they're generous.
Jackie: I know.
Gordon: [eats the scallop] I'd love to give it a four. I can't, there's only one scallop there. I'm gonna give it a three. Three out of five.
Jackie: Thank you, chef.
Narrator: With Jackie having a respectable dish, Rhode Island culinary manager, Kevin, is putting his faith in his...
Kevin Ridlon: Chicken Caesar piadina.
Gordon: [facepalms] There's a reason why you don't put fresh, crisp salad on a hot pizza. [Eddie shakes his head] Honestly, it looks... terrible. The dough's uneven. How'd you make that dough so quick?
Kevin Ridlon: Um, it was a prepared dough.
Gordon: So you didn't make the dough?
Kevin Ridlon: No. [audience groans]
Alan: [whispering] Shit.
Gordon: And is it an authentic Caesar dressing?
Kevin Ridlon: Pre-made. [audience groans again; someone shouts at Gordon not to eat the food]
Hassan: (interview, facepalms) Kevin!
Gordon: Store-bought dough... store-bought Caesar salad dressing. Let me ask you something. Do you want to go home?
Kevin Ridlon: (interview) Oh, God. This is not good. [to Gordon] I'll do better, chef.
Gordon: You'll do better?
Kevin Ridlon: I will. I can show you I will.
Gordon: One out of five. That's all you get. Terrible.
Chad: (to Alan) You fired on tuna?
Alan: Yeah, it's right here.
Chad: (interview) I didn't hear any entrées fired up by Chef Ramsay, but he sounds confident. He sounds like, you know, he knows what he's talking about, so I'm gonna be as supportive as I can.
Alan: Walking with the tuna.
Chad: Let's go. Walking, walking, coming up.
Alan: Here we are.
Chad: [accompanying Alan to bring food] You got two tuna.
Hassan: Did chef fire it?
Gordon: What's that?
Aaron Mitrano: He (Alan) brought it up before you fired it, chef.
Gordon: (to Alan) Hey! Come here, you fucking bozo, who cooked the entrée? [holds the cooked tuna into untimely mistake]
Alan: I did, chef.
Gordon: You did?
Alan: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (to Alan and gives him a warning) WOULD YOU MIND WE SEND THE APPETIZERS FIRST?!
Alan: No, chef.
Gordon: FUCKING HELL.
Frank Cala: (interview) Alan, that's embarrassing. You are a fucking moron.
Chad: [putting Alan's already cooked tuna to the table] Big difference, order fire, order in fire, THAT'S WHAT I'VE SAYING. (to Alan) All right?
Gordon: [checks squash brought by Vanessa] Oh, fuck me. [walks back to workstation] Hey, hey. Hey, all of you, come here. Who in the fuck just brought me that?
Vanessa Soltero: [slowly raises her hand] I did, chef.
Gordon: It's like you shit all over the plate! It's even colder in the middle. [throws fork across workstation] Unreal!
Kristin: (interview) What it came down to was the bitch lost her fucking mind and was, like, seeing stars.
Vanessa Soltero: I'm trying to breathe and cook at the same fucking time, and this is hard!
Kristin: That's what we do! (interview) If you can't cook, it's time for you to go.
Ashley & Manda: Re-fire scallops!
Vanessa Soltero: Please, can somebody fucking help me?
Gordon: All of you, ON THE APPETIZERS!
Red team: Yes, chef.
[After Gordon examined Alan's scallops and Mark's pizza]
Gordon: They're cooked to fuck, those things. Who cooked the scallops?
Alan: Here, chef.
Gordon: They're fucking rubber! The first portion was perfect and that was fucking fluke 'cause that is shit. [returns the pizza to the workstation after found out it was burned] (Mark) Hey, by the way, in England, we have a saying, "When it's brown, it's cooked. When it's black, it's fucked!" [drops a plate of pizza to a workstation onto an empty plate at the bottom shattering into pieces] Disgusting, and you bringing me that shit? WHAT'S GOING ON?! [screenshot of Audrina Patridge waiting her food]
Narrator: Alan's rubber scallops and Mark's burned pizza have brought the kitchen into the standstill.
Gordon: No one's communicating, no one's stepping up and no one's taking charge.
Mark: Sorry, chef.
Chad: (to Frank) Frank, you got your own pizza?
Frank Cala: Yeah.
Chad: Let's go, let's go, let's go. Get it back.
Frank Cala: Pizza, coming up. (interview) I figured nobody else could do a better pizza somebody is 100 percent Italian from Brooklyn, New York.
Jackie: (interview) How many red chefs does it take to make an appetizer? Uh... everybody but Vanessa.
Vanessa Soltero: Son of a bitch.
Narrator: Over in the blue kitchen...
Gordon: Two risotto, one capellini, one special! Yes?!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: LET'S GO!!
Narrator: ...the men are still backed up on appetizers, and have now put the tableside chefs in neutral.
Jared: Let me go check on them (the chefs inside the blue kitchen), I'll be right back.
Narrator: And so Jared and Eddie in an attempt to be useful, head to the kitchen to offer their assistance.
Eddie Jaskowiak: Guys, talk to me? What do you boys need? What do you boys need?
Mark: I'm finishing off this risotto. Eddie!
Jared: (to Eddie while pointing on Mark's pan) Risotto!
Eddie Jaskowiak: (interview) I heard everything going on I was like, "You know they need help. I am going back in there".
Eddie Jaskowiak: [holds a pan of risottos to be sent to the pass] Coming around hot, coming 'round hot.
Gordon: (calling Eddie) Hey, hey, you, come here, you. [letting Eddie to put the pan down] PUT IT DOWN! WHO COOKED THIS?
Mark: I started it, chef, Eddie finished it for me.
[Gordon quickly tastes the risotto, then spits it out after chewing it]
Gordon: (to Mark and Eddie) Come here you, taste that! IT'S BLAND, THE RICE IS STILL UNDERCOOKED, DISGUSTING!
Kevin Ridlon: (interview) Mark was not getting any of his dishes right, he looks like deer in a headlights when he's getting yelled at. BRO, LIKE, WAKE UP! HELLO, YOU'RE HERE!
Gordon: (to Mark) Come here. You, come here. Sit down [let to sit him on the chef's table] and eat your shit. (to Eddie) Yeah, take a seat, you must be tired. GET FUCKING IN THERE! (calls Marino) Uh, Marino!
Marino: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Glass of sauvignon blanc for Chef Mark and "Steady" Eddie.
Marino: Okay.
Gordon: Hurry up, let's go!
Marino: Hello, guys. And if I were you, I would actually eat it fast.
Eddie Jaskowiak: (interview) I swallowed the risotto just like I swallowed my pride. I still don't know how the hell I got roped into that to be honest with you.
Gordon: [Holds the tickets] Come on guys, THEY ARE ABOUT TO WALK OUT! (to Hassan) Risotto, where is it?
Hassan: Yeah. I've got my two lobsters for the risotto. Ready?
Alan: Yep! [Checking cooked shrimps] Make sure, they're hot.
Hassan: Go, go, go!
Kevin Ridlon: [brings the lobster to pass] To your left, chef.
[After Gordon checks Kevin's lobster to be served for their first entrée; Gordon has had enough]
Gordon: Unreal. [returns the lobster at the workstation] Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, come here, all of you! ALL OF YOU!!!
Joe: (interview) Fish station, Alan and Kevin, they were kind... (imitates whistling) of like a fart in a fan factory [sic]. Man, they were fucking lost.
Gordon: Just touch that, please put your hand on there! [sees a cold raw lobster on a plate] Touch! Touch! Fucking (smashes the shrimp) cold! WHAT'S GOING ON?! 'CAUSE I'M GETTING SERIOUSLY PISS OFF!
Lady: I'm done, let's get out of here.
Gordon: I do not fucking get it!
Marino: Chef, table 40 is leaving two top and they haven't got anything yet.
Gordon: Now the tables have walking out, just literally giving up! A bit like you. FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! GET OUT!!! GET OUT!!!
Joe: (interview) What a fucking shit show! I've never been in part of anything so hellacious in my life.
[Blue team approaches out of the kitchen, Gordon follows them]
Gordon: Hey! Hey, hey, bozo! Do me one favor tonight, get upstairs and think of two individuals that don't belong in the blue team. GET OUT!
Jared: Yes chef.
Gordon: PATHETIC!
Joe: That was bru-TAL.
Gordon: Mark was a disaster from the start. The best thing I saw from him was his back as he walked out the door.

17 Chefs Compete [15.02]

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16 Chefs Compete [15.03]

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[During the team communication challenge, Ashley and Frank present their cheeseburger sliders]
Frank Cala: What I did was I got some pancetta and rendered it down to crispy, just for another texture, and to enhance the flavor of the burger. And a little bit of liquid smoke.
Gordon: Liquid smoke?
Frank Cala: Yes, just... just a drop.
Gordon: I didn’t ask you to get crazy. I just wanted you to cook what was on your back. Do the recipe.
Jared: (interview) Frank, I want to grab you by the neck and just shake you. The recipe is the recipe, and you can’t deviate from it.
Gordon: (to Frank) Here’s the thing. Had you followed the recipe, that would’ve been a near perfect burger. Ashley, congratulations. Point to the Red team.
Ashley Nickell: Thank you, chef.
Jackie: Good job, Ashley.
Frank Cala: (interview) She only won because I lost. That’s not a winner. That’s–that’s not a winner.
Gordon: [holds the ticket] On order, four covers of table 32. Don't wait for me. Appetizers fire one special table, two side scallops, two risotto. Entrée two Arctic char, two wellington.
Ashley Nickell: Yes chef.
Vanessa Soltero: Two wellington?
Gordon: Hey hey, ladies! That was flat.
Red team: Yes chef.
Gordon: Vanessa, call back the order!
Vanessa Soltero: We have special table side, we have two [looks clueless] fuck. [rings a buzzer]
Gordon: I called this out ten seconds ago. Entrées what were they, Vanessa?
Vanessa Soltero: They were one, well-- fuck [looks confused and clueless once again] (begins attempted interview and looks still confused)
Vanessa Soltero: I am so sorry did not hear that.
Gordon: Listen, concentrate, get your head down.
Ashley and Jackie: Yes chef.
Christina Wilson: I need one lobster for double risotto I told them two by two, two by two and two by two.
Gordon: On order, table 30, two snapper, two tuna, two wellington!
Red team: Yes chef.
Gordon: Kristin, call back the order!
Kristin: Two special?
Gordon: Call back that six order! QUIET, EVERYBODY!
Kristin: Two special table side.
Gordon: Kristin!
Kristin: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Call back the order!
Kristin: Two special, two tableside risotto... ah! (looks terribly confused) two... two wellington. [smiles nervously]
Gordon: Funny right?
Kristin: Its not funny. I'm just focusing on a hundred things right now.
Gordon: (to Kristin) This is not funny, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!
Kristin: Sorry chef.
Gordon: I'm done with you. [calls the entire team] Come over, you!
Manda: (interview) Kristin, stop standing there like "Uh-duh-duh-duh-duh". [acts funny]
Gordon: (to Sous-chef Christina) Christina, write that ticket on her fucking back.
Christina Wilson: Kristin!
Kristin: [to Meese as she walks to the pass] Behind you.
Christina Wilson: Get up here!
Kristin: Yes, chef.
Christina Wilson: Turn around. [writes the orders on Kristin's back]
Kristin: (interview) Oh, my God, what is happening right now? Why are you writing on my chef's coat?
Christina Wilson: Do not let her forget what's on the table.
Red team: Yes, chef.
Gordon: [after stirring around a pan of vegetarian risotto at the pass] Oh, my God! Hey! [holds up the pan to show the risotto sticking to the bottom] I know they may be vegetarian, but they deserve better than that! Who gave me that?!
Kevin Ridlon: I gave it to you, chef.
Gordon: The rice is fucking raw.
Joe: (interview) What the fuck, bro?! Kevin... [makes slapping motion]
Gordon: [throws pan and spoon across workstation] Is that your respect for a vegetarian?
Kevin Ridlon: No, chef.
Gordon: COME ON! FINISH IT OFF! GET THE RICE COOKED!
Kevin Ridlon: Yes, chef!
[Kristin is helping Meese after multiple failed wellington attempts]
Kristin: [to Meese] If you're not comfortable with it, don't serve it.
Meese: I'm not serving that. No, I'm not serving that. [throws wellington in the bin]
Gordon: Oh, my God. Meese!
Meese: (interview) Oh, God! Fuck!
Gordon: You put the wellington in the trash. [picks up the wellington that was thrown away] Hey, hey! Stop! All of you, come here.
Meese: I know, chef.
[Gordon starts picking up the other wellingtons that Meese threw away earlier]
Gordon: Cooked perfectly, and it's in the trash. Cooked perfectly, it's in the trash.
Manda: (interview) Seriously?! This is crazy. You never throw it in the trash! I will tear into that meat caveman style. Like, "Argh! I'm fucking starving!"
Gordon: We're seventy-five minutes in, we've served one fucking table of entrées! We've put more food in the trashcan than we have in the dining room!
Ariel Malone: (interview) Why did you throw it away?! It was beautiful!
Gordon: Get that in the trash!
Kristin: Yes, chef.
Narrator: Back in the Blue kitchen...
Gordon: Buzz Aldrin, two tuna, four wellington.
Blue team: Yes, chef.
Narrator: Chef Ramsay looks to Hassan on meat to pilot this VIP ticket.
Gordon: Hassan, focus on your table.
Hassan: Yes, chef. Put the wellingtons in for me, Kevin.
Kevin Ridlon: Heard. Wellingtons going in the oven. [holds a plate of perfectly cooked wellingtons to mistakenly send in the oven]
Gordon: (to Kevin) Where is he going?! WHERE'S THAT IDIOT GOING?!
Eddie Jaskowiak: (called Kevin over) Hey, whoa, whoa! They're done. (captions on a screen)
Hassan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, bring those back, please. Get them over here! (interview) Kevin, they're already cooked, man. We're cooking the ones that aren't cooked. Back up before you get slapped up, bro.
Gordon: Man! (gives Kevin a warning; throws a fork to a cleaning rack) (Points his finger to Kevin) Hey, you, I'll kick you to the fucking moon. (to Kevin) Come here.
Kevin Ridlon: (interview) Oh, damn! Not good.
Gordon: He maybe an astronaut, but you're a space cadet. (to Kevin) Are you okay?
Kevin Ridlon: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You sure?
Kevin Ridlon: Yes, chef.
Gordon: FUCKING HELL!
Gordon: Arctic char, Arctic char! [holds a pan of perfectly cooked risotto]
Narrator: And finally complete the second order of entrées.
Jackie: (Arctic) char. (sends to the pass)
Gordon: (returns the char and sauce to workstation) Hey! Hey, all of you, come here! Just touch that! Dannie, just touch that! COME ON! COME ON! QUICK! JUST TOUCH THAT!
Jackie: Yeah. It's cold.
Gordon: Touch! Touch it! [heavily smashes the char] Fuck! Stone-cold! Jackie, we're stuck in neutral.
Jackie: (interview) FUCK MY LIFE! Chef Ramsay is going to eliminate me right here.
Gordon: Jackie, come here! Fucking useless!
Male diner: Oh no!
Lady: Oh no!
Gordon: For the last time, get it together!
Jackie: Yes, chef. I got to refire the fucking jerk!
Gordon: (talking to the waiter) Go. Come back for the Arctic char, yes?
Kristin: How long on this char, Jackie?
Gordon: How long for the char?
Jackie: Three minutes, chef.
Gordon: The rest of the table are eating their entrées.
Jackie: I know, chef.
Male diner: You guys can start.
Gordon: Start before it gets cold.
Jackie: Fucking half the table's eating. (interview) So I got Chef Ramsay screaming, "Where's the char?" Don't worry, I'm with it. I'm 'bout to 'bout it.
Gordon: Arctic char? I can't wait it, it's not good enough!
[Gordon holds the char and sauce returns to workstation for the second time and he has had it]
Gordon: Hey, all of you! All of you, come here!
Meese: Ugh! I'm--
Gordon: Come here! It's cold and raw! Uh, I'm done! [slams the char to a plate] I'm fucking done! I AM DONE! GET OUT! GET OUT!!! I TOLD YOU I WON'T TO PUT UP WITH ANOTHER SERVICE THIS BAD, GET OUT, VANESSA! GET TO THE DOOR! [throws Vanessa's apron on a table when she is on her anger]
Ariel Malone: Damn it.
Jackie: (throws her apron off the table) THIS SUCKS.
Ashley Nickell: (interview) Somebody needs to go home tonight. It's just completely unacceptable.
Ariel Malone: It's like we're hitting walls instead of jumping hurdles.
[Sous-chef Christina goes up to the dorms and gathers the Red team, but Gordon stops them once they get to the kitchen]
Christina Wilson: Chef wants you now, pick it the fuck up! You guys can thank the blue team later for finishing the service.
Gordon: [stops to call the entire team at the pantry] Stand there, all of you! Unbelievable! Tonight, you've got completely dominated in service, get upstairs and think of two individuals who your team would be stronger without, is that clear?
Red team: Yes chef.

15 Chefs Compete [15.04]

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[During prep; Sous Chef Christina has the Red Team go over "The List" while she goes out]
Christina Wilson: Get your top kit set and make a list of everything you need.
Dannie: Okay. Got it.
Kristin: (interview) Every kitchen has the prep list. Normally we don’t title the list... we just know it’s the list.
Jackie: Okay, this is the list, I'm gonna put "The Fucking List".
Dannie: (interview) Jackie wrote "The F-ing List". Like... why would you write that?
[Sees Jackie's handwritten list at the workstation]
Christina Wilson: (to Kristin) "The Fucking List?"
Kristin: The fuck– I didn't write that. So respectful, right? (interview) What are you thinking, Jackie? Disrespect like that does not fly anywhere.
Christina Wilson: (to Jackie) Is this you? It's disrespectful, is what it is. NEVER AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD!!! If any--(Jackie starts to say something; Christina then points on her) SHUT UP!!!
Jackie: (interview) She did not think that was very funny.
Christina Wilson: [holds Jackie's list] If any of this happens in this kitchen again, the fucking list, whoever writes it will be finishing "The Fucking List"!
Jackie: It wasn't disrespecting you.
Christina Wilson: You just interrupted me. Take a seat! (letting Jackie to sit on a chef's table) Have a seat and sit down. Just sit down! Never again! It’s a professional fucking kitchen, you would be FIRED if you-if you work for me. You want to have a (notices Jackie shrugging)—OH, YOU DON'T CARE?
Jackie: No.
Christina Wilson: YOU DON'T CARE?
Jackie: No.
Christina Wilson: (pointing her finger to Jackie again) This is your teammate. Find the cancer on your team and work around it!
Ashley Nickell: (interview) Jackie brought our whole morale down, she has to go. I'm-I'm done with her.
Christina Wilson: [letting the red team out of the kitchen] Go have lunch.
Jackie: (interview) I'm the type of person where I can joke, joke, joke, and then boom, jump on a desert and get the shit done. But these morons don't see that.
Gordon: Let’s jump to the chef's table, please! Two tuna, one wellington!
Red team: Yes, chef!
Kristin: Two tuna, two minutes!
Meese: Working!
Jackie: Meese, how long for the wellie garnish?
Meese: Ah!
Jackie: Just give me a time, Meese! (interview) It is very hard to run the garnish station when you do not communicate! [to Meese] Garnish, talk to me! [to Gordon] Walking with wellington.
Ariel Malone: (Arctic) char is in, right? Walking with tuna!
Gordon: Where’s the garnish?!
Kristin: I don’t know, chef.
Gordon: What is she (Meese) doing?!
Meese: The wellington garnish is up, isn’t it?
Ashley Nickell: (interview) Bitch, keep control of your station! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!
[Meese backs the pan away from Ashley, who tries to put spinach in the pan]
Ashley Nickell: What are you doing? What are you doing?!
Meese: I’m sorry.
Ashley Nickell: God, I’m trying to help you!
Gordon: Meese!
Meese: Yes, chef.
Gordon: I don’t want my guests eating on an installment plan!
Kris Jenner: [laughing] He did not just say that!
Gordon: Where's the garnish?
Meese: I don't know, chef.
Gordon: What is she doing?
Meese: The wellington garnish is up and--
Ashley Nickell: (interview; regarding Meese) Bitch, get control of your station. (to Meese) What are you doing? (putting spinach on Messe's pan) What are you doing? What are you doing?
Meese: Sorry.
Ashley Nickell: God, I'm trying to help you.
Meese: (disintegrates) Ugh!
Gordon: Meese!
Meese: Yes, chef?
Gordon: I don't want my guests eating on an installment plan?
[Screenshot of Kris Jenner and her friends laughing when they are waited for food]
Kris Jenner: Did he say "an installment plan"? He did not just say that.
Gordon: (to Meese) Where's the mash (potatoes)?
Meese: They're right here chef.
Christina Wilson: You can leave them in the pot. We talked about this. Leave them in the pot.
Meese: Oh, I'm sorry.
Gordon: Who put that on a tray like that?
Christina Wilson: Meese.
Gordon: Hey, hey, hey, hey! (to Kris Jenner) Kris, I'm so sorry. Hey! All of you come here! COME HERE! GET IN! [summons the entire team into the pantry] I'M DONE!
Kris Jenner: Oh, are they grounded?
Gordon: We have a chef table in there tonight. Sat a meter away and look how I got the mash. It dumped on the fucking tray! I've been INSIDE PRISON and they give food better THAN THIS SHIT! [throws the plate down on the floor, causing it to shatter]
[Gordon opens the door and ushers the Red Team back into the kitchen without another word]
Kristin: (interview; screams) AHHH!!! We suck. Like, we can’t do this!
Gordon: (goes to the Blue kitchen) Hey! Hey, Blue team!
Blue team: Yes, chef.
Gordon: (to Eddie and Alan) You two, on desserts. The rest of you, jump into the Red Team and help them finish! Now!
Blue team: Yes, chef!
Gordon: NOW!
Jared: Where we at?
Joe: Who’s on fish? I’ll hop on fish!
Hassan: What do we got working?
Ariel Malone: That’s already reduced in there. Right here.
Dannie: I can’t believe this is fucking happening.
Hassan: It’s fucking burnt, throw it out.
Manda: (interview) These boys just bomb-rushed our kitchen, kamikaze style. Like, fucking... [imitates bomb falling and going off]
Hassan: As soon as those two tunas are ready, we’ll go to the pass!
Ashley Nickell: Why are you screaming?!
Hassan: I’m not screaming! THIS IS HOW I TALK!
Ashley Nickell: (interview; impersonates Hassan yelling at her) "You guys need to listen to me, ‘cause I’m Hassan, and I'm big, and I blah-blah-blah!" Shut up!
Hassan: Tuna going to the window!
Joe: [to Sous Chef Christina] On your left, two fish.
Gordon: Okay, let’s go.
Hassan: First ticket out, team! Loving the teamwork, guys!
Narrator: With a very vocal Hassan leading the charge, the men have taken over the red kitchen...
Marino: [to Kris Jenner] And I have your tuna.
Kris Jenner: Smells so good.
Narrator: ...delivering entrées to the chef’s table and grateful customers in the dining room.
Gordon: Last table now! Two Arctic char, four wellington!
Both teams: Yes, chef!
Gordon: Let’s go, guys.
Jared: I’m walking char.
Jackie: Heard!
Kevin Ridlon: She’s (Jackie) got the wellies right behind you.
Gordon: Service, please.
Jared: Alright, guys, let’s clear it down.
Christina Wilson: [to Red team] Please thank the gentlemen for finishing your service two nights in a row!
Jackie: Thank you, guys!
Hassan: No problem.
[The Red Team starts walking upstairs to the dorms]
Jackie: Fucking pathetic-ass shit. Bullshit ass team. Worst team ever.
Gordon: After being nominated three times in a row due to the lack of communication, Meese may want to consider changing her name to Mouse.

14 Chefs Compete [15.05]

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Gordon: Get the fuck out of the way! GET OUT OF THE WAY! SEASON FROM A FUCKING HIGH! LET'S GO! [showing Kevin how to cook scallops] Watch me! Twelve o'clock, one o'clock, two o'clock, three o'clock, four o'clock, yes?
Kevin Ridlon: Yes chef.
Gordon: Bang, that is it. You just leave them here.
Kevin Ridlon: Yes chef.
Gordon: Then you check in with your garnish.
[Joe began to spill the sauce into Kevin's pan that started fire]
Joe: Aaahhh!!!
Gordon: What the (bleep) are you doing?
Jared: (Bleep, bleep)! It's hot! It's hot! (groans)
Joe: I grabbed it with my hand. [stove starts catching fire]
Gordon: Oh, my God! Oh, (bleep) hell!
Kid diner: Look! [captions on the screen]
Joe: That's my mistake, my mistake.
Gordon: Get out! (Bleep) GET OUT! Now you are making history you're gonna burn down the the restaurant! Refire scallop! [tosses the barely undercooked scallops through the sink]
Narrator: Back in the Blue Kitchen, Chef Ramsay finds nothing that is amusing.
Gordon: (to Kevin) Where are the scallops?
Kevin Ridlon: Right here chef! Right here chef!
[Gordon checks the scallops brought up by Kevin and they are raw]
Gordon: Hey, all of you! Fuckin' hell. Just touch them, come on! Just touch them! Just touch that! Touch it! Look at it! Look!
[Gordon punches the raw scallops]
Gordon: I've just done them with you and they are all fucking overcooked, raw, this is not normal! All of you, come here! Get in there!
Joe: Yes, chef.
[Gordon summons the blue team into the pantry room to regroup]
Gordon: MOVE, CHAD!
Joe: (interview) Oh, Jesus Christ. Not tonight of all fuckin' nights, not tonight!
Gordon: Get over there! Get over there! [approaches the entire team to the pantry room] What in the fuck is going on here? What is going on?(points at Kevin) You!
Kevin Ridlon: I fucked up, chef.
Gordon: Do me a big favour.
Kevin Ridlon : Yes, chef?
Gordon: Yeah?! Get your apron off, get packed, and fuck off out! [opens the pantry room door for Kevin] First, GET OUT! GET OUT!
Kevin Ridlon: Yes, chef. [leaves the pantry room to pack his things]
Gordon: Who's next? Get your shit together, and salvage what's left for all of you. FUCKING WAKE UP! NOW!
Jared: Yes, chef. (interview) Kevin just went down, I don't know what the fuck happened for no more mistakes that we can't have a shit service.
Gordon: Joe! On the fish, now!
Joe: Yes, chef.
Narrator: The blue team is hoping Alan's new risotto hits the mark.
Alan: Thirty seconds on the riso(tto)s. Walking my risottos! [sending to the pass]
Gordon: Is the fish and chips gone yet?
Joe: Fish and chips is one minute out, chef. (interview) We still have a shot in spite of everything that has fucked up so far.
Gordon: Fish and chips?
Joe: Walking! [holds the fish on a pot and sending over to the pass] Right here to your right.
Gordon: It's fucking raw fish. [returns the fish and chips to the workstation] ALL OF YOU, STOP! LOOK AT THIS FUCKING MESS! ITS JUST DISGUSTING!!! [Jared and Joe touch the fish] WE'VE HAD EVERY POSSIBLE FUCKING MISTAKE TONIGHT, AND IT'S NOW BEYOND A JOKE! [smashes the fish on a plate] RAW FISH!!! All of you, get the fuck out of here!
Blue team: Yes, chef.
Gordon: GET OUT! AND I MEAN NOW!
Eddie Jaskowiak: (interview) Argghhh... It was embarrassing tonight.
Gordon: GET OUT!
Narrator: Over in the red kitchen...
Gordon: Tuna and New York Strip?
Hassan: Coming to the pass in 15 seconds, chef.
Narrator: Hassan and Dannie hope the the third time's charm with their refired New York Strip and Tuna.
Hassan: Coming out the pass, one New York (Strip).
Dannie: One tuna.
Ashley Nickell: (interview) There's no option to fail we can not fuck this up. If we do, another one of us is going home.
Gordon: Fucking teak's raw. Hey, hey, Red Team! RED TEAM!!!
Hassan and Jackie: Yes, chef?
Gordon: It is contagious. There's just mistake, after mistake, after mistake! DO ME A BIG FAVOR, ALL TOGETHER, FUCK OFF!!! GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
Kid diner: What happened?
Jackie: What the fuck man?!
Gordon: On a night when the dining room was filled with children, it was Alan who needed a babysitter. He and Kevin should both understand I'm not running a daycare.

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Gordon: Where's the fucking lobster? Come on, Hassan! Just hurry up!
Hassan: [wipes forehead with his sleeve] Ten seconds, chef! Fifteen seconds, I'm sorry, chef!
Jackie: (interview) Hassan, you look like you're melting into the lobster. I guess it’s the Red Team’s secret ingredient!
Gordon: [to Hassan] Hey, young man. PSST!
Hassan: Yes, chef.
Gordon: You're sweating into the lobster. It's dripping! I don't want a fucking lobster covered in your sweat! Is there a bandana or something, PLEASE?!
Gordon: On order, four covers, Table 22: One special tableside, one carbonara, two scallops!
Blue Team: Yes, chef!
Frank Cala: [to Jared] Hey, two minutes on those scallops!
Jared: Two minutes! Two minutes out!
Gordon: Why do we call back, Jared? Why do we call back?
Jared: So we communicate, and so we know each other's times.
Gordon: When I learned this system, it was in French. And when you were begging for one more minute, it was crucial we got one more minute. You've got to talk, yes?
Jared: Oui! [Chad looks up in confusion]
Chad: (interview) What the hell is going on? All of a sudden, Jared is speaking in French.
Jared: Oui.
Gordon: [to Jared while lifting pans] So, these are really super hot now. So, you lift them up there as well.
Jared: Oui.
Gordon: Okay, and that comes over there now.
Jared: Oui.
Gordon: Yeah, there you go.
Frank Cala: (interview) Are you fucking kidding me?
Jared: Frank, I can send the carbonara first, oui?
Frank Cala: (interview) You try to fucking talk like that in Brooklyn, you know what would happen? I would pick this... [picks up nearby trashcan] fucking thing up, right? I would pick this up and I would put it over his fucking head.
Jared: Alright, guys. We're getting off to a great start! Keep it going! We're not slowing down, oui?
[When Joe was struggled to find an exact table; Marino helps him]
Marino: Joe, what is going on?
Joe: (Table) 23? 23?
Marino: 23. Yeah, what do you need?
Joe: I just need to know where the fucking is.
Gordon: (to Manda) What's he (Joe) doing there?! What's the fucking fat little donkey doing out there?
Marino: [letting Joe back to the kitchen] Hey, 23 is this way, I'll show you, watch your language.
Joe: (interview) Regardless of what's going on in my head or in the kitchen, I'm a people person. I'm always good with the people.
Joe: [attracts with diners when serving tableside] How is doing today?
Female Diner: I'm hungry.
Joe: Oh, okay. Well, we'll fix that in a hurry. (interview) I can always turn on the charm (smiles). [plates the tableside dish with...] Mascarpone sauce, potatoes.
Gordon: Joe!
Joe: Yeah?
Gordon: Move your arse.
Joe: [brings the plate to the hungry female diner] Here you go, enjoy. My mom never yelled at me this much.
Gordon: Joe, get your fat arse in here, NOW! Hey you, come here?
Joe: Yes, chef?
Gordon: [notices the dirt on Joe's chef jacket] What's all this on here? It is a brand new jacket? You look like a sack of shit on a hot day. YOU ARE DIRTY, YOU'RE SLOW, GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE, GET OUT!!! GET CHANGE, HURRY UP!!!
Joe: I don't have another clean, chef--
Gordon: Fucking find one! I don't care! FIND ONE! [to the rest of the Blue Team] Two Arctic char, two New York strip!
Chad: [to Joe] What do you need?!
Joe: A FUCKING COAT! COME ON! (interview) I would never think of talking back to Chef Ramsay. [runs down the hall and into the dorms] FUCK!! (interview) But a part of me was like, "Yo, bro! What the fuck do you want me to do about it?! You want me to feed these tables. or is this a fucking fashion show?!"
Gordon: Blue team, redemption! Two covers of table twenty-three, fire two chicken, CSI: Miami actor. (to Eddie) Hey, don't fuck this up.
Eddie Jaskowiak: Yes, chef.
Omar Benson Miller: You guys are really waiting for that chicken, huh? I'm waiting for that chicken.
Chad: (interview) I've worked in Michelin star restaurants, so, you know, the guys are looking at me as the go-to guy in the kitchen. I'm gonna help lead us to victory.
Chad: Slicing chicken.
Eddie Jaskowiak: [holds a pot and a pan] Garnish walking right now.
[Sous-chef Aaron points Eddie for his cooked garnish]
Chad: Ten hut, hut. Chicken in the pass. [in which it was found out raw and undercooked; Gordon returns the chicken onto a workstation]
Gordon: All of you, come here? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THAT?!
Joe: A little undercooked, chef.
Manda: It's pink.
Jared: (interview) You fucking worked at a 3-star Michelin restaurant cook chicken right!
Gordon: [let the team sit on a chef's table] All of you, take a seat. Fucking get in there! YEAH GET IN THERE! GET FUCKING IN THERE!
Omar Benson Miller: We'll have some more bread! Starch out!
Man: There is no room for the chicken.
Eddie Jaskowiak: (interview) CSI stands for Crime Scene Investigator not your CHICKEN SUCKS, IDIOT!
Gordon: So who wants to eat raw chicken?
Manda: (interview; imitates explosion) Aahh! My God!
Joe and Jared: Nobody, chef.
Gordon: WHO WANTS TO EAT RAW CHICKEN?
Joe: Nobody, chef.
Gordon: So why are you expecting them (points at Miller and crew) to do it? GET A GRIP!
Blue team: Yes chef.

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[For the wedding planning challenge, the Blue Team accidentally cook seven dishes instead of six]
Joe: There’s seven plates up there.
Gordon: I have one pork and two beef! Manda!
Manda: Yes, chef.
Gordon: How many dishes are there up front?
Manda: There’s seven dishes, chef.
Gordon: Unbelievable.
Joe: (interview; counts quickly) Yo, what the fuck is there seven up there for? Where’s the extra dish coming from?
Jared: Frank, you did chicken and beef?
Frank Cala: Yeah.
Jared: Amanda told us she was doing beef.
Manda: (interview) This is not good.
Gordon: What have we got?!
Jared: We got three beef, chef.
Gordon: And that’s the best you can do for her (Andi)? Can you just get your shit together?! [facepalms] This is embarrassing!
Manda: (interview) Everybody knew I was doing this rib eye! Let’s do some math!
Gordon: I just want two beef dishes. Come on!
Frank Cala: We’re keeping the steak Diane, and we’ll keep that one right there. That’s it, done.
Manda: (interview) I don’t know if Frank has a problem with me or females in general, but what am I, fucking chopped liver?
Narrator: Brice and Chef Andi will select one of the four appetizers to feature on their wedding reception menu. First up...
Gordon: Ariel, let’s start off with your seafood appetizer.
Ariel Malone: I did a grilled peso squid stuffed with lobster claw.
Gordon: Andi, what do you think visually?
Andi: It's really opaque-looking.
Gordon: Slightly phallic in terms of... looks like a bison’s penis. [Jackie and Ashley laugh while Ariel facepalms] Yeah.
Andi: [smiles] I didn’t want to say that.
Gordon: Not the most attractive.
Ariel Malone: It’s an aphrodisiac.
Andi: [after tasting the squid] You didn't cook the squid enough. It’s still raw, it’s very chewy.
Gordon: Brice?
Brice: Yeah, it’s just kinda off-putting.
Gordon: That’s not a good start.

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10 Chefs Again [15.09]

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[The Red team lost the service and had to nominate two for elimination]
Gordon: Jackie, Red team's first nominee, and why?
Jackie: Our first nominee is Ariel. The fish station completely collapsed. The scallops, everything was just bad.
Gordon: Red team's second nominee, and why?
Jackie: Hey, they voted for me.
Gordon: (to Jackie) They voted for you?
Jackie: Yes.
Gordon: WHY?
Jackie: I really don't know. I believe it should have been Ashley, 'cause if I was on either one of those stations, I would have ran it way better.
Kristin: (interrupting Jackie) We chose Jackie, chef, because of her lack of progress. It doesn't help us to have to be creative for her.
Jackie: That's not true, Chef. What a mess.
Gordon: The person leaving Hell's Kitchen is... [a pause, then points to the blue team, who won the night's service] Joe. Give me your jacket. Joe, unfortunately, you are not ready to be the next head chef at BLT. Service after service after service, I'm not seeing any change.
Joe: Yes, chef.
Gordon: Thank you.
Joe: Thank you for the opportunity, chef. (after being eliminated) Hell's Kitchen was much more grueling than I could have ever imagined. It's easy to be an armchair quarterback when you're sitting at home watching it, going, "Yeah, I could make a risotto". It's a much different story when you're in the line of fire with Chef Ramsay up your rear end. If-ifs and buts were candies and nuts, we'd all have a Merry Christmas, and I'm the one out here right now, so I'm the one that's got to take it on the chin.
Gordon: Joe had an amazing taste profile and was a standout in challenges. Unfortunately, for him, dinner services were just out of his reach.

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Jackie: (to Kristin) Kristin, give me your lighter?
Kristin: No.
Jackie: Give me your fucking lighter?
Kristin: Talk like fuck-- touch my lighter. You'll touch my fucking lighter, I'll punch you in your face.
Jackie: Punch me in the face.
Kristin: Give me my goddamn lighter, Jackie!
Jackie: Punch me in the face.
Kristin: Jackie, give me my fucking lighter!
Jackie: Punch me in the face.
Kristin: Either light your cigarette or give me my fucking lighter!
[Jackie throws Kristin's lighter on a ground that became mad and frustrated]
Manda: (looks distressed) Ooohhh...
Ariel Malone: (enters the living room) What the fuck is going on here?
Manda: I'd stay far, far away if I were you.
Kristin: You are disgusting ass bitch.
Jackie: Don't fucking disrespect me! (throws the wine cap on Kristin's shoulder)
Kristin (gets mad) STOP FUCKING DISRESPECTING YOU! ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!
Jackie: What are you gonna do about it?
Kristin: WHAT ARE YOU-- GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FUCKING FACE!
Jackie: What are you gonna--?
Kristin: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE!
Jackie: What are you going to do about it?
Manda: (to Kristin) Kristin, sit down.
Jackie: Yeah, I'm dead.
Kristin: GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE WITH THE SHIT! (leaves Jackie's cigarette to throw out of Kristin's left arm)
Jackie: PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!
Manda: Jackie!
Jackie: PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!
Kristin: YOU ARE A PIECE OF SHIT! GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY FACE! (Jackie throws out of cigarette ash to Kristin's shoulder) (gasps) Go ahead.
Jackie: PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!
Manda: Kristin!
Kristin: FUCKING DONE! FUCKING DONE!!!
Jackie: PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME!
Kristin: GET THE FUCK OUTTA MY FACE!
Manda: Kristin, sit!
Kristin: Get the fuck off-- (leaves)
Jackie: (to Kristin) Go ahead! (Kristin ignores) PUT YOUR HANDS ON ME, BITCH!
Kristin: Are you fucking serious?! (exits the dorms)
Jackie: (mocks) You fucking serious!
Kristin: (interview) No! No, bitch! Sit the fuck down! Like I'm so over her causing a big scene like I don't know who the fuck you are with garbage can that you dragged out of but what the fuck is wrong with you?
Jackie: As those ashes smell. (interview) Kristin, it's a game now and it is too fuck with your mind. That's what happens when you can't fucking strangle a bitch.
Jackie: (to herself; acts crazy) CRAZY, DERANGED.
Gordon: Hey, all of you, come here! Time-out! Come here, come here ALL OF YOU! Let's go (Manda) little lady. Come on! [calls the entire blue team into the pantry] The fucking chicken is raw!
Walter the Puppet: I heard the F-bomb, chef said the F-bomb.
Gordon: Fuck! Look at that! Just look at the shit. I swear to God! [throws a chicken into a trashcan] I... I... I'd rather you just all fuck off out of here.
Dannie: Chef, we can all pick it up.
Gordon: [interrupts Dannie] You can pick it up? You need to untuck to pay that, your fucking head out your arse!
Jared: Yes, chef.
[After Jared sent the chicken to the pass for the special guest; Gordon has had enough]
Gordon: Hey! Hey!
Manda: Oh! Not again!
Gordon: Hey! (knocks his hand on the workstation)
Walter the Puppet: Have you noticed his hair is much taller in person?
Gordon: The chicken is raw, who cooked that?
Jared: I put in the oven again, chef.
Walter the Puppet: "Good luck".
Gordon: We may have a fucking dummy on the chef's table!
Walter the Puppet: Yeah, whatever.
Gordon: I can't accept this anymore longer! I CANNOT ACCEPT THAT! JARED, GET OUT! GET OUT!!!
[Jared throws a fork across the workstation as he walks out of the kitchen]
Dannie: Frank, please get two more down. Keep moving.
Manda: Guys, we need to push through this! I’M NOT FUCKING GOING DOWN LIKE THIS!
Jared: (interview) Frank should be kicked out, too! I mean, I’m taking the entire heat for this chicken. [flips over couch cushion in the dorms] GODDAMMIT!
[After Chad undercooked the French toast; Gordon has also had enough]
Gordon: Hey, Red team! Red team! Look! Just it's not even, just as--
Kristin: It's not cooked, chef.
Gordon: It's cooked one side. (to Chad; holding his French toast) Fuck off upstairs! GET OUT! Hey, bon appetit! Now, fuck off!
Chad: Yes, chef.
Male diner: You just need to wait.
Kid: I'm gonna eat this.
Male diner: Yeah, eat that.
Chad: (interview; groans) Oh, my god.
[Chad walks back to the dorms and sees Jared already sitting down]
Jared: You, too?
Chad: Yeah.
Jared: Frank let me sell myself down the river.
Chad: Yeah, Ariel sold me up the fucking river.
Narrator: While Chad and Jared commiserate, back in the blue kitchen, the rest of the chefs attempt to coordinate.
Gordon: Here we go, Blue Team, one French toast, one chicken and waffles, two New York steak and eggs.
Manda: Yes, chef.
Dannie: I'll drop the French toast. (interview) With Jared kicked out of the kitchen, its definitely added pressure, but I don't want to stand here, and I don't want to talk about it. I just want to get food and done out.
Dannie: We gonna put these tables out. (to Manda) Manda, I need you to watch those French toast.
Manda: Yeah.
Dannie: I need to know what it is. We're cooking for chefs, everything should be spot on. (to Frank) Frank, please keep an eye on my French toast for me, please? I just want to check this chicken.
Frank Cala: I'm already turned them, I'm already turned them.
Dannie: Okay, cool, cool. If you can run over (French toast) here, drop the waffle.
Frank Cala: Alright. Manda, could you watch the French toast?
Manda: I got, I got that.
Gordon: Two New York steak, one French toast urgently, yes?
Manda: I got two New Yorks ready to go.
Gordon: Oh, man!
Manda: Fuck!
Gordon: Manda, is that burnt?
Manda: (sees the French toast) Yep.
Gordon: Who's cooking the French toast?
Manda: Frank. Frank was, Dannie was and then I was supposed to watch it.
[hurls the toast to a workstation and looks burned]
Frank Cala: No, no, Amanda said she was gonna take over it. Man up to it.
Manda: (to Frank) I-- I JUST SAID I WAS GONNA WATCH IT!
Frank Cala: Yeah. (interview) She is fucking useless. Useless! Don't throw me under the bus for something I didn't do. I'll pack this fucking girl's bags myself.
Gordon: (Manda) Young lady, you are standing in right a front of it.
Manda: Yes, chef.
Gordon: DO ME A FAVOR, GET OUT!
Manda: ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME! (interview) I’m pissed the fuck off! They didn’t throw me under a bus, they threw me under a fucking Mack truck! [to Jared as she walks into the dorms] ONE MISTAKE! ARE YOU JOKING ME?! How many times did we send up raw-ass chicken?! It came back raw fucking three times!
Jared: Twice!
Manda: (enters the dorms) I’ve been re-firing eggs all night, and every single one of my steaks was perfect!
Jared: I don’t give a fuck what you’ve been re-firing! All you’re doing is bitching to me about, "I cooked a million eggs" SO FUCKING COOK ANOTHER ONE!
Manda: Just cook another one. We’ll just all wait for Jared to get his shit together.
Jared: [flips Manda off] Fuck you. That was fucking low!
Manda: Whatever.
Jared: Fuck you! THAT’S FUCKING IT! [punches wall as he walks away]
[After both teams bombed brunch service]
Gordon: I don’t want to even discuss a winning team. I’m not interested in a nomination; I want an explanation! Is that clear?!
Both teams: Yes, chef!
Gordon: FUCK OFF!
Gordon: I gave Chad numerous chances to regain his confidence. Unfortunately, he wasted them all.

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7 Chefs Compete [15.12]

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[Gordon inspects some snapper]
Gordon: Blue team! Frank! Speed up, let's go! Raw fish. How thick is the fish?
Frank Cala: Very thick.
Gordon: Thicker than last time. There's no two fish the same, right? But it's undercooked.
Frank Cala: Yes, chef.
Manda: I'm sorry, Frank.
Frank Cala: (interview) If I tell you to watch something, just fucking watch it, y'know? I mean, don't send it up raw.
Gordon: Come on, blue team! Come on! [claps his hands and pounds the workstation] Speed up a bit now, okay? (to Frank) Are they in the pan yet?
Frank Cala: No, not yet, chef.
Gordon: Ah, fuck me.
Jared: Frank, get them in the pan!
Gordon: Please, please, please! Frank, can you bounce back a little bit?
Frank Cala: Yes.
Gordon: You can? [walks up to Frank and stares at him; Frank continues cooking without responding] That's it blue team, yeah, we've switched off?
Dannie & Jared: No that's not it chef.
Gordon: But look at his (Frank) FACE! (to Frank) Young man, would you like to go home?
Frank Cala: Nah, I'm good.
Jared: (to Frank) Frank, bounce back. It's no big deal.
Frank Cala: Bounce back about what?
Dannie & Jared: Okay, exactly, exactly.
Frank Cala: Thank you. (interview) Like, "bounce back", you fucked me over. What do you mean "bounce back"?
Gordon: I'm dragging four snapper!
Frank Cala: Jared, Jared. I got two beef, two snapper in the pizza oven.
Jared: Heard.
Frank Cala: Thank you.
Jared: (interview) Here we go. Frank just tries to pass the buck
Frank Cala: You checking the snapper over there?
Jared: (interview) That's what Frank does. Frank tries to be like, "well if my hands didn't touch it last, it's not my problem".
Dannie: Snapper, right now! [brings the fish to the pass]
[After customers ate the fish, it was revealed its raw]
Marino: Ohhh, minchia. That's uhhh that's not good at all.
Female Diner 1: The flavor was good and then I went towards the middle.
Marino: Maybe they thought you ordered some sashimi. Let me take this please. I'm so sorry, I apologize. [returns to the kitchen] (to Gordon) Chef?
Gordon: What's the matter?
Marino: This is table 22.
Gordon: Oh no.
Marino: They already waited for the fish, and they are raw inside. They're undercooked.
Gordon: [drops the bowls of raw fish in the trash] Oh, FUCKING HELL.
Frank Cala: Hey, from now on, don't-just don't touch the snapper until I look at it, please.
Dannie: Okay.
Jared: Yes.
Frank Cala: Thank you.
Jared: Yes.
Frank Cala: (interview) It sucks because I'm getting fucked by everybody else and I'm dragging now on fish because of them, but like, I didn't push out those snappers.
[after Gordon examined New York strip brought by Jared, it returns into the workstation]
Gordon: Blue team!
Jared: FUCK!
Gordon: Yeah. Hey, look. Well-done New York strip. Jared!
Jared: Yes, chef.
Gordon: SERIOUSLY?!
Jared: Two minutes on re-fire, chef!
[Gordon once again checks Jared’s steak and cuts into it]
Gordon: [walks back to workstation] Hey! We go from overcooked to blue now. Not even the fucking marble of the fat. OVERCOOKED TO BLUE!
Jared: Yes, chef.
Male diner: [chuckles] I don’t think we’re getting our food anytime soon.
Frank: Alright, bounce back, guys. Come on.
Gordon: COME ON, GUYS!
Dannie: (interview; sighs) Not again, dude.
Jared: Thirty seconds on New York strip re-fire!
Dannie: Thirty seconds, heard! (interview) How can you go from extremely overcooked to raw? I don’t get it.
Jared: (to Gordon) Medium rare, chef.
Gordon: [sees that the New York strip has been cut into] Oh, man. Fucking hell. [to Jared] Hey, is that you? Did—did you gash that?
Jared: I gashed that, chef. (interview; facepalms) Oh, shit. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I sliced it to check the temperature.
Gordon: And what about the touch?
Jared: Chef, New York strips are difficult for me. (interview) The steaks are thick today, but you can’t say that to Chef. You gotta be like, "Yes, chef. Whatever you say, chef. Lick the floor, chef? Sure, no problem, chef."
Gordon: (to Jared) I expect you to cook a New York strip!
Jared: Yes, chef.
Gordon: And if you can’t...
Jared: Yes, chef.
Gordon: ...I’ll drop you off at the fucking airport!
Jared: No, chef.

6 Chefs Compete [15.13]

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5 Chefs Compete [15.14]

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3 Chefs Compete [15.15]

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Winner Chosen [15.16]

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