Hell's Kitchen/Season 2

second season of the US television show

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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 [2.01]Edit

Virginia: It's my coconut and pomegranate root salad.
Gordon: And what's cooked on the plate?
Virginia: The nuts are toasted.
Gordon: The nuts are toasted? (sarcastically)
Virgina: Yeah
Gordon: Well (bleep) me!

(Gordon tastes the food)

Gordon: It's fine. (Virginia smiles) As far as rabbit food goes because it's all raw and crunchy.

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

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

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

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

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

Gordon: Listen to that (bleep)! (to Jean-Philippe) I can't take it anymore. Shut it down. (to both teams) Stop! Turn it off!

Episode Two [2.02]Edit

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

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

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

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

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

Episode Three [2.03]Edit

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

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

Gordon: You've stopped caring now. I can see it in your attitude.
Tom: No, I haven't.
Gordon: Yes, you (bleep) have. You stopped caring now. What do you care about?
Tom: I care about making an ass of myself right now.
Gordon: Really? Hey, congratulations. Exactly what you're just doing.

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

Episode Four [2.04]Edit

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

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

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

Tom: I'm waiting on...
Gordon: SHUT THE (bleep) UP YOU!! YOU DONKEY!!!

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

Episode Five [2.05]Edit

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

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

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

Gordon: Come on, Garrett! Keith and Garrett! You're just got all quiet! None of you are working as a team! Where's the lamb SAUCE?!
Heather: (to Garrett) C'mon, man.
Garrett: Just give me a (bleep) minute!
Heather: Right here, chef.
Garrett: Lamb sauce is coming up.
Gordon: There's just nothing coming together!
Garrett: Right here, chef.
Gordon: Thank you very much.
Garrett: Not a problem, chef.
Gordon: Oh, (bleep) off you, you fat useless sack of (bleep) yankee-danky-doodle (bleep). (Bleep) off will you please, yeah?

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

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

Episode Six [2.06]Edit

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

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

Heather: I was sweating like Tom today.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Episode Seven [2.07]Edit

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

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

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

Lady: How long will I wait for my beef?
Gordon: Would you mind taking your breasts off my hotplate? Look at that. How will I serve food with those (bleep) things there?
Lady: Oh what the (bleep), you?! [makes a scene at the pass; leaves Hell's Kitchen]

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

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

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

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

Episode Eight [2.08]Edit

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

Gordon: Virginia, you're no longer safe!

(Virginia and Sara are nominated for elimination.)

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

Episode Nine [2.09]Edit

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

Episode Ten [2.10] (Two Hour Finale)Edit