Hell's Kitchen/Season 9

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

Episode One [9.01]Edit

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

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

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

[Gordon checks on cod brought on Chino]
Gordon: What's he done to this? [returns the cod to the workstation] BLUE TEAM!
Paul: Yes, chef?
Gordon: No garnish anywhere, still fragmented and look! It's burnt! [holds up the cod, shows it to the Blue team and angrily slams it on the workstation; calls Chino]
Chino: (interview) I burnt a piece of cod. You know, I should know this shit too because I'm Asian.
Gordon: Chino, come here you! Get out of my sight.
Scott Leibfried: Sit down.
Gordon: Scott, get him peeling onions and garlic, but away from the stove!
Scott Leibfried: There you go. At least you won't be burning any of that.
Chino: (interview) Ugh. Horrible.
Gordon: Absolutely fucking useless!

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

[Jonathon has perfectly cooked the wellingtons twice but Brendan has burned the potatoes]

Paul: COME ON, GUYS!
Gordon: That's twice in a row. Cooked to perfection, but we can't even send the table together! Because nobody's together! SMOOTH SERVICE? MY ASS!!
Jonathon: I've never in my whole career ever been stopped by fucking side items. Never.

[The customers have begun leaving. James returns to the pass]

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

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

Episode Two [9.02]Edit

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

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

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

[Gordon checks on duck brought up by Tommy]

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

[Krupa accidentally dropped her prime rib while serving tableside; returns to the pass with James]

Krupa: Chef Ramsay, I just fell with the whole rib in my hands so--.
Gordon: Oh, fuck's sake. The whole fucking thing?
Krupa: The whole fucking thing. I'm sorry.
Gordon: Oh, you're kidding me. Oh, come on. One simple task. (calls Monterray) Monterray!
Monterray: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Once you've finished the rib, serve the ribs to Krupa. (to Krupa) Hey, Butterfingers. When you finish serving the ribs from the Blue team, take the trolley. Do not drop it!
Krupa: Yes, chef.

[After failing to serve a single entrée, Gordon has finally had enough with the blue team]

Gordon: [checks Brendan's seabass] Oh, come on. Brendan, it's raw.
Will: (to Brendan) COME ON, BRO! REALLY?! (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!
Gordon: Blue team, blue team!
Paul: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Stop! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now?! Any suggestions? [the blue team doesn't answer] I've got one big suggestion! [points to every member of the Blue team] You, you, you, you, you, fuck off out of here! Get upstairs!
Jonathon: (interview) What the fuck man?! It is so frustrated, dude. It made us look like a bunch of little sissy ass bitches, man.
Gordon: (calls to the red team) Ladies?
Red team: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Any four of you in here to finish the blue team. Any of you.
Carrie: Yes, chef.

Episode Three [9.03]Edit

[During the Mommy and Me team challenge]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Episode Four [9.04]Edit

Gordon: Cod, bass!
Monterray: Oh, Jesus Christ! Sea bass is fucking falling apart.
Gordon: Sea bass is what?
Monterray: Sea bass fell apart.
Gordon: Oh, boy. Scott.
Scott Leibfried: (Gives Monterray on a lesson) When you take the fish out of the pan, you leave it on the spatula.
Monterray: It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
Scott Leibfried: You leave it on the fucking spatula! Is that what you did?
Monterray: No, it's not.
Scott Leibfried: No, you didn't. So it's the fish's fault again?
Monterray: No, it's not. It fell apart. There's nothing I can do. It fell apart.
Scott Leibfried: There IS something you can do, because you should be fucking responsible enough to CARE! YOU'RE GONNA FUCKIN' LIE TO MY FACE AND TELL ME THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN DO!
[Screenshot of Janet Evans and Mark Spitz (two Olympic gold medalists on swimming) on Chef's Table]
Monterray: (interview) I understand what he's telling me and I'm listening to him, but you ain't going to keep fucking cussing at me. I don't give a fuck who you are: Chef Ramsay, Chef Scott, Chef Andi. You ain't going to keep talking to me like that!
Scott Leibfried: So don't sit here and BULLSHIT me and tell me that there's nothing you can do!
Monterray: I'm not bullshitting you. I put it on- I have it. I'm putting it on there-
Scott Leibfried: You've given up! Get- bullshit! SHUT UP!
Narrator: And Monterray has decided to go toe-to-toe with Sous Chef Scott.
Scott Leibfried: All's you have to do is bring it up, and it won't break!
Monterray: I understand. I understand.
Scott Leibfried: Do you?! Then fuckin' do it!
Monterray: I'm positive.
Scott Leibfried: Then do it!
Monterray: Then it's done then.
Scott Leibfried: Fuck you!
Monterray: Well fuck you too then!

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Chino]

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

[Gordon checks on sea bass brought up by Elise]

Gordon: What's she done to that? Elise!
Elise: Yes, chef?
Gordon: Come here. Come here! That's right! Come here! I've got one bass dry, and one bass raw. Raw! RAW!! Get the bass back in the pan!
Elise: Fuck!

[Gordon checks on meat brought up by Chino]

Gordon: (on the wellington) Look at that. Chewed up to fuck. (on the lamb) And that? That's raw.
Scott: Yep.
Gordon: It's pink. (returns to the workstation and throws his spoon away) Blue team, STOP!! Come here you, look at that. (on the lamb) That is raw. That is white fat, (on the wellington) and what have you done to this? Wha-wha-what is that? So now, you've just fucked! (knocks his hand on the workstation)
Chino: Yes, chef. Yes, chef. (interview) I feel like a dumbass, moron, idiot because I can cook better than that. It's just... It's embarrassing.
Gordon: There you go. (tosses the tray on the floor) All of you! Fuck off out of here! Get upstairs!
Will: I'm so fucking pissed, it's not even funny. We suck.

Gordon: Raw bass, overcooked bass. Raw lamb, what an embarrassment.
Gina Melcher: Sorry, Chef.
[Screenshot of Misty May Treanor and Jen Kessy (two volleyball players) on Chef's Table]
Gordon: Why are you doing this to me? It's like being in a volleyball match and I'm the ball getting pounded.
Gina Melcher : (interview) I was just like, Oh, my God. It was bad.
Gordon: Let me tell you something really important: SHUT IT DOWN! GET OUT!!

Elise: I can guarantee one thing: I never make same mistake twice. This is my first time on the carpet, (Carrie) this is her second, (Monterray) his second and (Chino) his third. It is not my time to go yet chef. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus, I'm keeping 100% with you chef. I can work on my attitude, but you can give somebody common sense and talent. I'm not here to throw anybody under the bus, I'm keeping 100% with you, chef.

Episode Five [9.05]Edit

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Krupa]

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

[Gordon checks on lobster spaghetti brought up by Krupa]

Gordon: Undercooked. Fuck me. [returns to the workstation and throws his tongs away] Krupa, taste that. Hurry up! RAW!
Krupa: I'll give you another one chef.

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

[Gordon checks on sea bass brought up by Gina]
Gordon: Aaaahhhh. [returns to the workstation] All of you! Come here! Raw bass! Raw fucking bass!
Gina: (interview) Oh, my God. Like here it comes.
Gordon: Anything to say now?!
Elise: No, chef.
Gordon: Nothing at all? Anything to say?! Anybody? Fuck off! [smashes the bass] (to Gina and Elise) Both of you, fuck off upstairs!

Episode Six [9.06]Edit

[Before the start of the dinner service, Gordon presents a cake for the high school reunion]

Gordon: Where's the cake? Please? (to Scott) Scott, we are all order the special cake, right?
Scott Leibfried: Yes.
Gordon: Very good. Excellent. What on earth? [finds that the cake that the Red team prepared during their punishment was poorly made] Holy crap. Someone vomit on it? What's on this bits of brown? What a mess.
Carrie: We thought it looked like sand.
Jennifer: (laughs) Yeah chef.
Gordon: Look at it! It looked like a big mess of a sombrero gone wrong someone shit on it. (to Blue team) Blue team, have you sick to this disaster?
Paul: (interview; raises his right arm) Olé!
Gordon: Yeah. We have tell you something, we are definitely not serving that thing. Would you mind, Scott? Would you mind putting it over there? Thank you.

[Gordon notices Carrie adding an old rice into a fresh risotto that she is cooking]

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

[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]

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

[Gordon checks on snapper brought up by Paul]

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

Gordon: Jonathon! Monterray! Committee table, we've got to put it together!
Monterray: Two minutes.
Jonathon: Two minutes chef.
Monterray: Not bad.
Jonathon: Don't yell. You did do what you got.
Monterray: No, no, no, no.
Jonathon: Just what you got to do.
Monterray: (interview) Chef Ramsay told us on the fish station to sudden what I can. If Jonathon send back. Watching dude what the hell are you doing? Start fucking cooking for your team please. What is wrong with you?
Gordon: What the fuck is Jonathon doing?
Jonathon: I'm trying to help chef. Trying to help.
Monterray: (interview) Jonathon is sick on the corner like a street dog hell between this lady.
Jonathon: Anybody need anything just call to me, okay?
Monterray: (interview) So I get up done by myself, I have to step up and more capable than his job.
Gordon: Where is the snapper?
Monterray: Right here, chef.
[Gordon checks the snapper; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the Blue team]
Gordon: It's raw. All of you, come here! All of YOU!! (throws his spoon away)
Monterray: What the fuck happened?
Narrator: The blue team's third attempt to feed the reunion committee has failed. And this time, it's Monterray who is responsible.
Gordon: Just touch that! [grabs snapper] Put your hand on top of there. Touch it! Touch it! [Tommy touches the snapper while Monterray walks away] Don't you dare walk, I've had-I'VE HAD ENOUGH! I'M SO PISSED OFF! (Paul) He screws me! (Monterray) You walk away! Where's your respect? [knocks his hand on the workstation] GET OUT! Fuck off!
Natalie: Ugh.
Jonathon: Can a couple of us stay, chef, and try to do something?
Gordon: Piss off!
Jonathon: Fuck!

Episode Seven [9.07]Edit

Jonathon: How long on the bass?
Natalie: Three and a half minutes. (interview) I've never cooked sea bass here before, but it just like in a piece of fish and you know you've messed up once and I don't know to pay to do it again.
Natalie: (to Jonathon) How long do you need?
Jonathon: Go ahead. I'm fixing two wellingtons.
Natalie: (brings the sea bass to the pass) Behind.
Jonathon: This wellington's over done. Shit! Here it is, baby. (interview) I'm over on the point path. Tommy prepped my wellington and slice dig bowls of shit. What am I suppose to do?
Jonathon: This is going to be fucking right there. Trying to get my ass now and two piece on done. (brings the wellington to pass) This.
Gordon: Oh fuck me. (returns the sea bass and wellington to the workstation) All of you, come here!
Jonathon: (interview) Chef Ramsay's about to fucking kill my ass.
Gordon: One, I don't know what the fuck that is. [grabs a wellington]
Jonathon: That's a little one and that's my fault, Chef. It won't happen again. It's a fucking little bit overcooked because of the size. I realize that. It won't happen again, I promise.
Gordon: Just like that?... [throws a spoon on a workstation] (brief pause) (Natalie) And you? It's raw in the centre! RAW! And you're a talented cook! (Natalie goes silent to give her response)
Jonathon: Chef, I've got some more wellingtons.
Gordon: (calling Jonathon and Natalie out of the kitchen) You and you... fuck off! Get out!
Jonathon: For crying out, man, I'm so sick of this bullshit, man.
Gordon: Hey, hold on! Take that shit with you.
Jonathon: I'm done. I'm quit.
Gordon: JONATHON! COME HERE YOU!
Jonathon: You can kiss my ass.
Gordon: JONATHON! I'd respect you more if you told me BEFORE you brought it to me! (brief pause) You have anything to say!?
Natalie: It won't happen again.
Gordon: DON'T FUCKING DARE BRING ME THAT SHIT!
Natalie: Yes, chef. Won't happen again.
Gordon: Fuck off!

Episode Eight [9.08]Edit

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

Episode Nine [9.09]Edit

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

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

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

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

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

Episode Ten [9.10]Edit

[Gordon checks on mashed potatoes brought up by Carrie]

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

Gordon: Elise, you have a bright career in this industry... as a customer! Your biggest problem is you can't work with a team
Elise: That's not true, I have been trying to work with my team since I got here

[Carrie shakes her head]

Gordon: How many people on The Red Team think Elise is a unique dynamic team player then?
Jennifer: I think she's an individual, I'll say
Gordon: More concerned about her in her little world?
Elise: [over Gordon speaking] Was I an individual when I went up and read the tickets for everybody? [Carrie sighs in disbelief] Was I an individual then? [bangs the work surface] When no one else would step up and I did? Was I an individual then?
Carrie: One time Elise?
Jennifer: Shut up for, SHUT UP FOR FIVE FUCKING SECONDS!!! THAT'S YOUR PROBLEM, YOU DON'T SHUT UP AND LISTEN TO WHAT WE HAVE TO FUCKING SAY!
Elise: Oh I take constructive criticism!
Jennifer: Shut up, one fucking time. [Will shakes his head] That's your problem, no one fucking listens! [Paul gives off a shocked look]

Tommy: Grape Jokes! So many grape jokes!

[Natalie laughs]

Will: (to Tommy) Are you serious right now bro? Natalie is going to fucking snap if you tell one grape joke.
Paul: (interview; with a deep funny voice) Hey Guys This Is Grape! Hello! [laughs then groans in frustration]
Tommy: If you hold on a second, uh.. you know I think my brain will work if I have "grape" expectations.
Natalie: I'm so tired.

[Paul, Will, and Tommy laugh]

Natalie: (interview) Please say one more damn grape joke. Please do it. because, I'm going to fucking choke you!
Tommy: Natalie, I feel like after my jokes, I've lost all ap-peel to you.

[Everyone except Natalie laughs]

Natalie: (interview; softly) Oh my god! [Natalie has enough] I am tired of these stupid fucking grapes. [throws the grapes away]
Paul: Calm down, Natalie.
Natalie: You know why? because I'm not peeling anymore grapes, this is as stupid as shit, and I'm not doing it....... [throws the grapes, and smashley steps on them like throwing a tantrum] I'M NOT PEELING THEM ANYMORE! NO MORE! NO MORE FUCKING GRAPES! I'M NOT PEELING ANYMORE GRAPES EVER AGAIN IN MY ENTIRE LIFE! THIS IS STUPID!

[Tommy, Will, and Paul all laugh]

Natalie: (interview) [says nothing]

[Natalie calms down]

Paul and Will: Do you feel better?
Natalie: (calmed) I feel better.
Tommy: Oh, that was grape.
Natalie: [throwing grapes at Tommy] Tommy I'm.... I'm going to kill you.

[Tommy starts laughing]

Episode Eleven [9.11]Edit

[Elise brings her meat to the pass]

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

Episode Twelve [9.12]Edit

[Gordon checks on the Red team's capellini]
Jennifer: (to Elise) Elise, give your opinion.
Elise: It looks good.
Gordon: [finds that two of the plates have different amount of lobster] "It looks good"? "It's looks good"! [gets two plates from the pass] Look at this one with four little bits of lobster on. Twelve on there, five on that! LOOK AT THAT TO THAT!!! DAMN!! [pounds the counter; throws his spoon away] I'M SO EMBARRASSED!! COME ON!!
Elise: Jennifer, what do you want me to do?
Jennifer: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU GUYS?! Are you trying to sabotage me?!

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

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

Episode Thirteen [9.13]Edit

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

Episode Fourteen [9.14]Edit

[Gordon checks on salmon brought up by Elise; after finding out that it's raw, he has finally had it with the final five]

Gordon: [returns to the workstation] All of you, stop. [throws his spoon away] Just fucking stop, all of you! (to Elise) Come here you. Put your finger in there. [Elise puts her finger inside the salmon] Not pink, raw! I'm done! (to the other chefs) Leave me alone. All of you, fuck off out of here! All of you! Get out, please! Just fuck off! Enough is enough!

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

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

[After Paul wins the competition, everyone celebrates.]

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