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

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. Season 1)|Season 1]] ==

=== Episode One [1.01] ===

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

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:[Signature dishes]
:'''Gordon''': I'm Gordon Ramsay, welcome to Hell's Kitchen. (on Andrew's dish) Whose is this?
:'''Andrew''': Andrew, Chef Ramsay.
:'''Gordon''': Andrew, step forward. And what is it?
:'''Andrew''': It's called Andrew's Absolute Penne.
:'''Gordon''': Andrew's Absolute Penne?
:'''Andrew''': Correct.
:'''Gordon''': (takes a taste of the dish and spits it out) That's absolute dog shit. You taste it.
:'''Andrew''': (tastes the dish) Could use some salt.
:'''Gordon''': You think you're smart don't you? 
:'''Andrew''': I have my moments.
:'''Gordon''': And how long have you been working as a professional chef?
:'''Andrew''': Ten years.
:'''Gordon''': What a waste of ten years. Get back in fucking line.

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

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:'''Gordon''': First name?
:'''Dewberry''': Dewberry.
:'''Gordon''': Blueberry?

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

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

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

=== Episode Two [1.02] ===

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

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

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[after a disapponting performance from both teams, Chef Ramsay decided to shut the kitchen down]
:'''Narrator''': After pizza was delivered and his Maitre D' was assaulted, Chef Ramsay has seen enough.
:'''Gordon''': Red team, shut the place down and clean down, yeah?
:'''Red team''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': (crosses over to the blue kitchen) Last table, shut it down. Everything off, yes? Stoves off, turn it off.

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

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

=== Episode Three [1.03] ===

:'''Gordon''': Wendy, is the water boiling?
:'''Wendy''': No chef, it's taking forever.
:'''Gordon''': Did you use cold water?
:'''Wendy''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Why did you top it off with cold water?
:'''Wendy''': I thought that cold water was supposed to boil faster than hot water.
:'''Gordon''': What?!

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

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

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

=== Episode Four [1.04] ===

=== Episode Five [1.05] ===

=== Episode Six [1.06] ===
:[During the tasting challenge]
:'''Gordon''': Andrew, can you hear me, you jumped-up little politician, can you hear me? (contestants chuckle) Oh good, that's working. Jimmy, what's it like to be slim? He definitely can't hear me.

:Later: 
:'''Gordon''': Jimmy, don't eat my fingers.

:'''Andrew''': Feels like chicken, tastes like chicken...
:'''Gordon''': So, what is it?
:'''Andrew''': Chicken.

:'''Jimmy''': It tasted like a meat tortellini with a bit of sweated onions in the background.
:'''Gordon''': Jesus Christ! (Gordon doubles over, contestants chuckle) That was chicken, you twat!
:'''Jimmy''': Uh, okay
:'''Elsie''': Tortellini, where in the fuck does he get tortellini from?

:(During the tasting of sweetbreads)
:'''Michael''': It's something awful man, something from a cow that I shouldn't be eating. It tastes like a brain or something like that. I don't know. (Gordon laughs).

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

=== Episode Seven [1.07] ===

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

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

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

=== Episode Eight [1.08] ===

=== Episode Nine [1.09] ===

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

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

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

=== Episode Ten [1.10] (Two Hour Finale) ===
:''[Jean Philippe and Ralph are discussing waitstaff uniforms for Ralph's restaurant.]''
:'''Ralph:''' Men are men and women are women and there's no reason to dress them alike.
:'''Jean-Philippe:''' No... Do you want the ladies to wear some black panties?
:'''Ralph:''' Excuse me? Leggings? Uh, panty hose?
:'''Jean Philippe:''' Mm-hmm, you have to think about those things, I tell you.

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 2)|Season 2]] ==

=== Episode One [2.01] ===

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

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

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

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:''[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? Sara, let me just tell you something. You're not a fucking cheerleader so stop acting like one. Cause we have nothing to fucking smile about. And listen, ladies, that has been one hour and forty minutes for four starters. And personally I wouldn't laugh or scream or start wetting your knickers because that is fucking embarrassing.
:'''Heather''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Just take one good look at yourselves in the mirror because it's a fucking disgrace!

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

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

=== Episode Two [2.02] ===

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

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

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

=== Episode Three [2.03] ===

:[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 tortelinis,
:'''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 fucking bullshit will ya? Just stand up straight and at least look like a fucking cook!
:'''Tom''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': (Mocks Tom) Do I slouch and slob and talk like this like some big fat fucking slob?
:'''Tom''': (interview) Who do you think you're talking to? He doesn't want to get into a streetfight with me. Trust me. 

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

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

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:''[A red table has walked out after waiting two hours for wellingtons]''
:'''Gordon''': Missy.
:'''Maribel''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': Table has walked out. And the sad thing about it, you've given up so fucking easily because you don't give a shit! (kicks the bins) SHIT!! Switch everything off, yeah?
:'''Sara''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': I'm gonna shut the kitchen down.

=== Episode Four [2.04] ===

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

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

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:'''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''': Ohhh fuck me! Ladies, I personally don't want to do this anymore. I'm fed up with your shit, I'm fed up with your shit. You've been a fucking letdown 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 fucking fridge! You want to continue like this?
:'''Virginia''': No chef.
:'''Gordon''': Fuck the lot of you! Is that clear?
:'''Red Team''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Fuck the lot of you!
:'''Rachel''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': (pounds the counter) You, come here you. Fat fuck. Hey donut. Come here you. Hey ladies, come here. Let me tell you something, (takes off his apron and throws it and his towel at Tom) There you go and there you go! I've had enough! I've had ENOUGH! I cannot believe you're actually attempting to fucking win a restaurant! Get back in your fucking dorms and hello, by the time you get back in here, from the blue team, nominate someone that's going tonight. And from the red team, come back with someone that's leaving. Now GET OUT! OUT!! LEAVE THE STOVE!!
:'''Lady''': I don't think we're getting dessert.

=== Episode Five [2.05] ===

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

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

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:'''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''': Where is it man?
:'''Garrett''': Just give me a fucking minute!
:'''Gordon''': WHERE'S THE LAMB SAUCE?!!
:'''Heather''': Right here chef.
:'''Garrett''': Lamb sauce is coming up.
:'''Gordon''': There's just nothing coming together!
:'''Garrett''': Right here chef.
:'''Gordon''': Thank you very much.
:'''Garrett''': Not a problem chef.
:'''Gordon''': Oh fuck off you, you fat useless sack of fucking yankee danky doodle shite. Fuck off will you please, yeah?

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:'''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] ===

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

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

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:'''Heather''': I was sweating like Tom today.

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:''[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 entrees 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.

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:[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.

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:'''Gordon''': If you're going to grill a salmon Sara, you don't tie it and fucking stuff it together. That is the third dish from the red team that is totally impractical. Can we just cut the salmon into a slice without fucking around?
:'''Sara''': Yeah. Consistency?
:'''Gordon''': Don't fucking dare! Don't fucking dare!! Missy, missy, come here you fat mouthed little stupid bitch!

=== Episode Seven [2.07] ===

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

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

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

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:'''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] ===

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

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:'''Gordon''': Virginia, you're no longer safe!

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

=== Episode Nine [2.09] ===

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

=== Episode Ten [2.10] (Two Hour Finale) ===
== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 3)|Season 3]] ==

=== Episode One [3.01] ===

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

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

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

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

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': (to Vinnie) Hey, just come here you,  you're putting water in the risotto. 
:'''Vinnie''': Chef, I put water in the risotto. We don't have any more stock. 
:'''Gordon''': Oh, for fuck's sake... 
:'''Vinnie''': (interview) Well, stock is made of ''water'', and vegetables are made of ''water''. No harm, no foul. That's all we have.
:'''Gordon''': (tastes) It tastes like gnat's piss. (coughs) Stop it! Look at me now, okay? Get off the section!Hey Brad! Get on there. Get your ass on there. And stay on there!

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

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

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

=== Episode Two [3.02] ===

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Three [3.03] ===

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

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

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

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

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:'''Jen''': Julia, what you got in here is enough for two orders.
:'''Julia''': Okay.
:'''Jen''': I'm going to toss all this (spaghetti) out. (Dumps it in the garbage.)
:'''Gordon''': Away next, scallop, risotto, spaghetti yes?
:'''Julia''': Ladies, spaghetti!
:'''Jen''': You need more spaghetti Julia? Oh, I fucking just tossed it! Let me just get it. I'll get it. I'll get it. (interview) We had an order for spaghetti and I threw out what we had and I just decided to retrieve the spaghetti from the top of the garbage and washed it. 212 (degrees) kills the bacteria and I decided to serve it.
:'''Julia''': Where did you get it from?
:'''Jen''': The garbage on top.
:'''Julia''': Oh no, no, no. No way. (interview) Who in the world picks food out of the trash? You can't just do anything in the heat of the moment.
:'''Gordon''': (not having seen what Jen did) How long Julia?
:'''Julia''': Six minutes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Oh dear.

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:'''Narrator''': Meanwhile in the blue kitchen, the pressure is on Josh and Brad to get out some entrees.
:'''Gordon''': Let's do two wellingtons, one turbot. Lets go.
:'''Brad''': Josh, did you hear that? I'm going on two wellingtons. Can you, I need you guys to go.
:'''Josh''': That's not a problem. How long on the wellingtons?
:'''Brad''': I can go right now.
:'''Josh''': No, I can't.
:'''Brad''': You can't? I need to pull this out then.
:'''Gordon''': Hey JOSH!!
:'''Josh''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Fucking little bastard. Hey, are you just trying to sabotage them?
:'''Josh''': No way chef.
:'''Gordon''': So that it makes you look good?
:'''Josh''': No way chef.
:'''Gordon''': Who's the first person you should be telling?
:'''Josh''': I should talk to him (Brad) chef. I should talk to meat station. It was my fault chef. (defensively) No sabotage. (interview) I wasn't trying to sabotage. Are you crazy?
:'''Gordon''': You deserve a kick in the nuts.
:'''Josh''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Hey, start the fucking table again. 

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

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:'''Gordon''': (to Jen) Where's the wellington? How long?
:'''Jen''': My wellingtons are gonna be overdone.
:'''Gordon''': OH, FOR FUCK'S SAKE!! OH, COME ON!!!
[the customers have begun walking out]
:'''Jean-Philippe''': (comes to the pass) Chef, they are all walking out. To the left, 12, 14, from both sides, chef.
:'''Gordon''': (to the red team) Stop! (calls the blue team) Come here! Hey, hello, chef (Josh), sabotage! Your tables are now getting up and leaving! Fuck off will ya? (gets the tickets from the pass, crumples them and throws them away) Get out! GET OUT!!!

=== Episode Four [3.04] ===

During the taste test:
:'''Gordon''': Ready? Brad, you sack of shit.

Later...
:'''Gordon''': Come on, what is that? Hello?
:'''Brad''': Papaya?
:'''Gordon''': Fucking carrot, you donut.

After the men's team loses and is forced to eat various organ meats:
:'''Gordon:''': Your palates are shit, so taste everything on this platter.

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:'''Gordon''': You, Melissa? You're running the appetizers, yes?
:'''Melissa''': Yes.
:'''Gordon''': You're running ahead, and no one is with you. You're not a team player. Right now, I need some team fucking spirit!
:'''Red team''': Yes chef!
:'''Gordon''': I might kick you out and I'll do the fucking section myself!
:'''Melissa''': Yes chef!

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': What did he do to them?
:'''Scott Leibfried''': He was flashing them in the oven after they were cooked.
:'''Gordon''': [comes back to the workstation with a tray of wellingtons] Okay guys. Just stop, stop, stop, stop, STOP!!!! Blue donkeys, come here! Touch that, touch that. IT'S RARE!! You (Vinnie), look at me. You don't care anymore, you know that?

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Five [3.05] ===

:[During the cooking challenge, while cooking the duck breast]
:'''Julia''': Bonnie, do I sear it until it gets really, really crispy?
:'''Bonnie''': No, you have to do it very slowly. It's not a sear.
:'''Melissa''': (pushing in next to Julia) What's the problem? Julia, ask me if you have any questions.
:'''Bonnie''': Alright...
:'''Julia''': What is your problem, Melissa?
:'''Melissa''': You're supposed to listen to me, not Bonnie.
:'''Bonnie''': (interview) Excuse me?!
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:'''Melissa''': Check in on your duck, Julia. You took it out of the oven.
:'''Julia''': Yeah, so it won't burn.
:'''Melissa''': I think you should stick it back in, just for a little while.
:'''Julia''': But it's already medium.
:'''Melissa''': Guys, all the food has to be plated hot. I'm assuming that you have just a little bit of knowledge of how to cook...
:'''Julia''': Don't assume!
:'''Melissa''': ...otherwise, you shouldn't be here.
:'''Julia''': I thought that you knew how to cook, too!
:'''Bonnie''': (to herself) I am above all this.
:''[cut to Rock, who is standing in the storeroom by the red kitchen]''
:'''Rock''': Argue, argue. Hell's Bitches, Hell's Bitches. Yes!

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Six [3.06] ===

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

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

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Seven [3.07] ===

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

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

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

=== Episode Eight [3.08] ===

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

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:'''Gordon''': Scallops, risottos, spaghetti! (to Josh) What's in that basket?
:'''Josh''': This is one of the pulled--
:'''Gordon''': Why? Just talk to me. Why? Why? Why? (sees that there's already spaghetti in the basket)
:'''Josh''': Starting over. Starting over.
:'''Gordon''': Oh fuck me. In your restaurant when you come in here do you cook spaghetti before the customer orders it?
:'''Josh''': Never chef.
:'''Gordon''': So why are you doing it here?
:'''Josh''': It was wrong.
:'''Gordon''': Fuck. Oh was it really wrong? Even my mom cooks spaghetti seven minutes before she wants it. Get it in the bin!

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

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

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:[After undercooked risotto was returned to the kitchen, Chef Ramsay has FINALLY had enough of Josh]
:'''Gordon''': What's the matter?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': Risotto is undercooked, chef.
:'''Gordon''': Sorry?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': It's undercooked, chef.
:'''Gordon''': Oh, my god almighty! (tastes the risotto, then spits it out) Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck off! oh, fuck--come here! Come here! Come here you! What are you doing? Just what the fuck are you doing?! Every table so far nothing's coming out. You're standing there, you're screwing me and you're fucking useless! What are you doing?!
:'''Josh''': Sorry chef.
:'''Gordon''': Yeah, do me a favor.
:'''Josh''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': (rips Josh's jacket open) Take that off and FUCK OFF OUT OF HERE! Get out! Get out! Hey you, leave the jacket and GET OUT!! GET OUT!!! (throws a spoon at Josh)
[Josh heads to the back and takes off his jacket, Gordon follows him]
:'''Gordon''': Give me the jacket!
:'''Josh''': I'm giving you it.
:'''Gordon''': Give me the fucking jacket! (Gordon takes the jacket off Josh, crumples it up and throws it into the storeroom) Fucking useless sack of shit! Get out!! '''GET OUT!!!'''
:'''Josh''': (interview) (imitates a bomb falling and exploding) I would've given my right arm to stay in this service and keep fighting. I came here with a dream to win. And it appears it's over. It appears that Green Valley Ranch is not in my future. Dreams over guys.

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

=== Episode Nine [3.09] ===

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

=== Episode Ten [3.10] ===

=== Episode Eleven [3.11] ===

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

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

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 4)|Season 4]] ==

=== Episode One [4.01] ===

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Two [4.02] ===

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

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:'''Bobby''': (interview) I've never been on a yacht before. The only boat I've gotten close to was [[w:The Love Boat|The Love Boat]] on TV.
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:'''Gordon''': Is it really too much to know the menu inside and out? Eat, drink, sleep, breathe it? I've got 3,000 dishes between my ears. Pathetic.

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

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

=== Episode Three [4.03] ===

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

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:'''Narrator''': While General Bobby feeds his troops in the Blue dining room, customers on the Red side are sending out distress signals. 
[Cut to a table, where customers have spelled "S.O.S" with pieces of bread.] 
:'''Narrator''': ...But the diners aren't the only ones in need of rescue. 
[Cut to the Red kitchen, where Rosann's meat pan catches fire.] 
:'''Gordon''': Oh, no. Oh, no, come on. Stop. Stop. Stop! Stand back! Stand back! Stand BACK!! [removes the meat from the pan] There's cooking, in this fucking bonfire-- '''STAND BACK!!''' Same shit, different day. [throws the pan in the sink, where the fire blows up, then dies.] '''This is fucking embarrassing!!''' 
:'''Rosann''': (interview) My mind is racing, my heart is pounding... 
:'''Gordon''': '''That's not a fucking saute pan, that's a FURNACE!!! LOOK AT THE MEAT!!!''' 
:'''Rosann''': (interview) I blew four pieces of meat on there. It was just really horrible for me. I'm hopin' I'm never gonna have that happen again. 
:'''Gordon''': '''IT'S SCORCHED!!! Cooking, my ass!!''' 

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

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

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

=== Episode Four [4.04] ===

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

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

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Five [4.05] ===

=== Episode Six [4.06] ===
:'''Gordon:''' Every 16 year-old girl filled out these comment cards this evening. Gentlemen, out of all the customers you cooked for tonight, 98% of them said they'd come back. Brilliant! Ladies, on the other hand... 99% of your customers would come back. (the women cheer loudly, while the men look dismayed) Actually, tonight, there's no losing team. I can't seriously decide on a winning team on a difference of 1%.
:'''Matt:''' Thank you, chef, for your generosity...
:'''Gordon:''' Fuck the generosity, Matt. Both teams think of one individual, up for elimination, to leave Hell's Kitchen tonight. Now, piss off.
:'''Matt:''' (interview) Chef Ramsay still wants two people chosen, and I'm gonna be the one chosen for the blue team, and now I'm packing my bags.

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

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

=== Episode Seven [4.07] ===

:''[Before the final round of the blind taste test]''
:'''Gordon:''' Now, listen up. There's been some great rivalries out there. Yankees versus Red Sox.
:'''Matt:''' Go Yankees!
:'''Gordon:''' Tyson versus Holyfield, yes? Now, ladies and gentlemen, Matt versus Ben! Let's go.
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:'''Gordon:''' Ben! Quickly, here. (Ben slowly walks up to the pass) Look at him, speedy, quickly, yeah? Just touch that, you can see how pink it is already. Fucking hell. I just want you to know what you're doing! None of you are communicating, no-one's going together, no-one's making eye contact, and no-one's reminding each other as a team!
:'''Ben:''' Chef, I'm not used to the brigade system. It takes a little time to get adapted to it, and... that's it.
:'''Gordon:''' Hey, do you know what? You are so fucking sad. Every time I ask you something, you give me the limpest excuse, you know that.
:'''Ben:''' I'm just being honest with you.
:'''Gordon:''' Yeah, I know that. I'm being fucking honest with you!
:'''Matt:''' (to Jen) I love it. He's getting his ass kicked tonight.
:'''Gordon:''' You're one of the most fucking saddest I've ever met in a fucking kitchen. "It needs a little time. I can't get used to this." Sounds like the fucking weirdo on Dr. Phil!
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:''[Jean-Philippe has just returned some food to the pass]'' 
:'''Gordon:''' What table is that?
:'''Jean-Philippe:''' Uhm, blue side, chef. They're requested well done, and it's blood all over.
:'''Gordon:''' Oh, fucking hell. Ohhh... (to Ben) There you go, there you go! (slams the plates on Ben's station) Requested well done! Now look at it, then! '''SCHMUCK!! JERK!!''' (kicks the bins)
:'''Ben:''' (interview) I have a lot of pride in myself and what I do. I'm just gonna keep working and try and get the food out. That's all you can do.
:'''Gordon:''' Anything to say? It's easy for you, that's your fucking problem. You've had it fucking easy, you're not even busting a gut.
:'''Matt:''' (to the Red Team) Karma really bits you in the ass.
:'''Gordon:''' All fucking night you've taken it easy. And listen, hey, look at me. STOP IT! Switch it off. You're not sending any more shit out of here, you've sent enough. Take it easy, you've had a hard night, you deserve it.
:'''Ben:''' Are we done here, because if not, I'm gonna complete my station tonight, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' '''SHUT IT DOWN! TURN IT OFF, YOU DICK!''' (Matt laughs again) '''STOP IT!'''

=== Episode Eight [4.08] ===

:'''Gordon''': Matt, you've got three different cuts of meat there. One fucking large one, one medium one and one small one.
:'''Christina''': (interview) Matt's tenderloins were all different. Are you serious?
:'''Gordon''': That's not good enough for me. So there you go. There's the daddy, there's the mommy, there's the fucking baby. Suppose this is the food critic table, one has the daddy and the other has the baby. Suppose the baby's medium well, what will happen to it?
:'''Matt''': It'll definitely shrink. (interview) The tenderloins do shrink. I should know better than that. I'm an idiot.

=== Episode Nine [4.09] ===

:'''Gordon''': Louross! Raw steak!!
:'''Louross''': Ohhhhhh.
:'''Gordon''': And he goes like this, "Ohhhhhh." as if he's performing for the [[w:Academy Awards|Oscars]]. If your fucking cooking was as good as your acting, you'd be talented you dick!

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

=== Episode Ten [4.10] ===

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

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

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

=== Episode Fifteen [4.15] ===

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

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 5)|Season 5]] ==

=== Episode One [5.01] ===

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

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

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

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

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': Garnish, please! (to Wil) What the fuck are you two doing?
:'''Carol''': (interview; sees the customers leaving the kitchen) Oh no! When the customers got up and starting to walk out, I'm shocked.
:'''Gordon''': Let's go, 22!
:'''Waiter''': 22 just left.
:'''Gordon''': Twenty-two. 22 just left.
:'''Giovanni''': My table, god it left.
:'''Gordon''': (to Robert; catches the plates) Hey! Hey you! Hey catch! THEY JUST LEFT! THEY JUST FUCKING LEFT!
:'''Giovanni''': The rest of tables got walked out.
:'''Lady''': Alright. Out of Hell's Kitchen.
:'''Gordon''': '''SWITCH IT OFF!!! NOT GOOD ENOUGH!!!''' (goes to the red kitchen) COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! (calls the blue team) COME HERE, ALL OF YOU! YEAH! Take a look at there! Pathetic! ABSOLUTE EMBARRASSMENT! UTTER CRAP! CLEAR DOWN! '''CLEAR DOWN!!!'''

=== Episode Two [5.02] ===
:'''Gordon:''' (checks the salmon cooked by Colleen on the pass) Oh, my god. (comes back to the workstation) Come here, you. Hey, Coi, come here! Carol, Lacey, come here. (to Colleen) Away now, two Wellington, yes, one salmon and one John Dory. Where's the John Dory?
:'''Colleen:''' (brief pause) I don't have the John Dory.
:'''Gordon:''' You don't have it. Hey, look, come here, there you go, look at that. (holds up the salmon) Look, look, hold on, hey don't run away. '''IT'S BLACK!''' On top of that, there's an added bonus. It's fucking raw in the middle.
:'''Colleen:''' Yes, chef.
:''[Gordon throws the salmon away]''
:'''Gordon:''' Fucking useless! Fucking shit! You're not a cookery school teacher, are you? You're joking, aren't you?
:'''Colleen:''' No, I'm not joking, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' Tell me, tell me you're pumping yourself up to make yourself look good. You don't really have a cooking school?
:'''Colleen:''' No, chef, I own a cooking school. I have a business just like you do.
:'''Gordon:''' Your fucking business is not like my business, hey madam, let's get that fucking right.
:'''Colleen:''' You're right.
:'''Gordon:''' YOU'RE ROBBING PEOPLE! YOU'RE A THIEF! I'M CONCERNED FOR THE POOR BASTARDS THAT YOU'VE TAKEN MONEY OFF OF! (spots another piece of salmon burning) Hey, madam, lift that lid off, it looks black.
:'''Colleen:''' It IS black!
:'''Gordon''': '''GOD!!!'''
:'''Colleen''': Both of them!
:'''Gordon:''' '''SHIT! SHIT!!!! IT'S BLACK!'''
:'''Colleen:''' Yes, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' '''OH MY GOD!'''
:'''Carol:''' These are burning.
:'''Colleen:''' I know.
:'''Gordon:''' Hey, madam. GET OUT! Get on the raw bar. Lacey! Lacey, get on the fish.
:'''Lacey:''' Yes, chef!
:'''Colleen:''' (interview) Chef Ramsay's definitely not gonna break me. He can ask me to leave, he can kick me out of the kitchen, he can do all those things, but he's not gonna break me.

=== Episode Three [5.03] ===

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': Where's the new york strip?!
:'''Giovanni''': Chef I'm four minutes away!
:'''Gordon''': Oh, my god. (After been struggling with the blue kitchen; Chef Ramsay decided to shut it down for them) SWITCH IT OFF!! We're now over two hours, (Giovanni) He fucks the filet! (Charlie) The shrimp's go down! (Ben Walanka) This dick sent me dessert before the appetizers! (throws his apron) Fuck off! (to Jean-Philippe) Jean Philippe, shut it down, yes? Two hours over. Clear down!!!
:'''Robert''': (interview) (Tonight was supposed to have been his wedding) I've embarrassed myself, my family, my girlfriend. (throws his buff off to get angry)
:''[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]''
:'''Ben Walanka''': Here we go. Here comes the pain.

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

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

=== Episode Four [5.04] ===
:'''Colleen''': How could we lose with cheerleaders on our side? Yeah! V, V-I, V-C-I-T-O-R-Y! (a caption reading "Vcitory???" appears)

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

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:'''Gordon''': On order: Four covers, Table 4. Two risotto, one spaghetti, one Caesar. 
:'''Blue Team''': Yes, Chef! 
:'''Danny''': [to Giovanni] Is it [the water] boiling? 
:'''Gordon''': How long? 
:'''Giovanni''': I'm waiting for the water to boil, Chef. 
:'''Gordon''': You expect me to tell Jean-Philippe we're waiting for your water to boil?! 
:'''Giovanni''': Oh, I'm sorry. 
:'''Ben''': [interview] Oh, man, Gio. How do you expect to cook pasta in water that's not boiling? 
:'''Gordon''': Hey, look at me! There's no olive oil in there, the water's not seasoned, it's not even ''boiling''! 
:'''Giovanni''': [interview] Oh, that was my fault. I didn't check my equipment. It won't happen again, that's for sure. 
:'''Gordon''': Let's go, Giovanni, let's go! Oh, my God...

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''[Jean-Philippe returns to the pass with a ceasar salad]''
:'''Gordon''': What's wrong with that?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': That's from, uhm, table 20 blue.
''[Gordon checks the salad, then finds a butt of lettuce in it]''
:'''Gordon''': Hey, ALL OF YOU! COME HERE! Who dressed the ceasar salad?
:'''J''': I did chef.
''[Gordon shows the butt of lettuce to the team members]''
:'''J''': (whispering) Fucking shit!
''[Gordon returns the butt of lettuce to the plate and angrily slams the plate on the floor]''
:'''Gordon''': Oy, bozo! Are you fucking stupid?!
:'''J''': No chef, I'm not. (interview) J feels like a jackassw because of that freakin' lettuce. I should have seen it, it's a disgrace. It really is.
:'''Gordon''': Did you see that?
:'''J''': No chef. I would never put that in there if I saw that chef.

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': (disappointed) What is going on? Oh no! Fuck off. Oh, no... Shit! Look at that! You guy (referring Robert), come here you, fat fuck! Come here! All of you come here! COME HERE! Hey, look at me. You are pathetic. No one's won! Fuck off! Both teams start thinking about two of you to fucking go home. You, pathetic! I don't want anymore. I don't want to wait for your shit anymore. I don't want your shit anymore. I don't want you drying your face and then fucking cooking with a cloth, '''YOU SCUMMY FUCKER! GET OUT!!!'''
[all chefs walked out of the kitchen except Ben. Chef Ramsay walks towards him]
:'''Gordon''': (to Ben) Get out!
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:'''Gordon''': Something's really bugging me, you know that? And I can't stop thinking about it and here's why. If a customer goes out for dinner and their steak is overcooked or undercooked, it gets redone. And they move on and enjoy the evening. But if a customer goes out for dinner and they get served a butt of lettuce, that's how reputations get destroyed in minutes butthead! [to J]

=== Episode Five [5.05] ===
:'''Narrator:''' Tonight, dinner service has totally collapsed.
:'''Gordon:''' Oh, Christ almighty! Two and a half hours of bullshit.
:'''Narrator:''' And chef Ramsay is at the end of his road.
:'''Gordon:''' (to Jean-Philippe; after taking the raw desserts back to the kitchen) (to Jean-Philippe; after taking the raw desserts back to the kitchen) Oh fuck off! I'm... I've had enough! (goes to the red kitchen) Hey, when I say, I've had enough! I've had enough! Stoves off! (calls both teams) Come here! That was pathetic! And you were absolutely useless! CLEAR DOWN! I can't take it anymore! It's been the worst performance so far! '''SWITCH IT FUCKING OFF!!!'''

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

=== Episode Six [5.06] ===

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

=== Episode Seven [5.07] ===

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

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:''[J keeps undercooking and burning the salmon]''
:'''Gordon''': J, where's the salmon?
:'''J''': Coming around. Right here chef.
:'''Gordon''': (finds out that the salmon is overdone) Hey bozo, SAUCE!! Come here you. Put it down, come here you. Come here you! Get in!
[leads J into the pantry and slams the door]
:'''J''': Fuck!
:'''Gordon''': WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!
:'''J''': I'm here chef.
:'''Gordon''': It's not good enough J!
:'''J''': I know chef. I got no fucking excuse.
:'''Gordon''': WHAT'S THE MATTER WITH YOU?!
:'''J''': I don't know. I'll fucking turn it on right now chef.
:'''Gordon''': I can't fucking go any further! Please, wake up!
:'''J''': Yes chef!

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

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:'''Narrator''': As LA tries to get up to speed, over in the blue kitchen...
:'''Gordon''': J! Where's the other scallop?
:'''J''': Right here, chef.
:''[J brings the scallops to the pass; they're badly overcooked]''
:'''Gordon''': Have you seen this shit?
:'''Scott''': Disastrous, isn't it?
:'''Gordon''': I have had enough. (calls the blue team) Come here, you! Leave it, PUT THAT DOWN! You, come here! You come here!
:'''Ben''': Yes chef.
[the team members gather around the pass]
:'''Gordon''': What is that? What IS that? What is that? That's us at our best? What is it?! Wait, it gets better! Look, touch that!
:'''Ben''': It's rubber, chef.
:'''Gordon''': T-Oh, my GOD! Unbelievable! [J goes to touch one of the scallops, and Ramsay knocks his hand away] No! No, no, no, no, '''NO!''' Get out! OUT, OUT, OUT! Get out! Out, '''GET OUT!''' Take your jacket off, and fuck off!
:'''J''':  (interview) I guess I don't belong here, so... I'll be going home. I'm here for a reason, and it's my boy and my wife, so of course I'm disappointed. It was a tough day. (in the dorms) Oh...that's fucked up bro. (interview)My dream when I came to Hell's Kitchen was to win. So, uh, now it's time to move on and get my own restaurants going. You know, I don't need Chef Ramsay's opinion anymore, I've got it. (entering the taxicab) Tomorrow's another day! Let's do it. (interview) It's time for J Maxwell to do his own thing.

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

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

=== Episode Eight [5.08] ===

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

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

=== Episode Nine [5.09] ===
:'''Gordon''': (checking Carol's potatoes) Oh dear. Excuse me! All of you come here, come down! Hurry up! Taste them. There, there's a nice big slice for you. Aw, fuck it!
:'''Carol''': Hard and raw chef.
:'''Gordon''': Fucking hell! Why are the potatoes crunchy? Who cooked them then?
:'''Carol''': I did chef. If they go in the oven when the order comes in, they should be fully cooked. (interview) I don't know why they didn't cook. I never cooked potatoes that long before I sliced that thin.
:'''Gordon''': (To Jean-Philippe) Hey come in here you! Have I got news for you. Tell him then, tell him! HE'S GONNA GO AND EXPLAIN TO THE CUSTOMERS!!
:'''Jean-Philippe''': What's happening?
:'''Carol''': The potatoes are undercooked. If the go in when the order comes in, they should be fine.
:'''Jean-Philippe''': What's undercooked?
:'''Gordon''': Say that again?
:'''Carol''': If she (Andrea) fires it when the order comes in, when it's ready to go,
:'''Gordon''': AU-GRATIN DOUPHUAS NEED TO BE COOKED BEFORE SERVICE!
:'''Carol''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Now you're blaming her.
:'''Carol''': I'm not blaming her chef.
:'''Gordon''': Hey Andrea, she's trying to sabotage. She can't even turn--
:'''Carol''': I'm not.
:'''Gordon''': What?
:'''Carol''': I'm not sabotaging.
:'''Andrea''': (interview) I was embarrassed for Carol. She's pointing out other people's mistakes. Point me out! I dare you!
:'''Gordon''': Here's the next question, how long then til they cook?
:'''Carol''': Maybe ten minutes.
:'''Gordon''': Oh, look how cool she is!
:'''Carol''': (interview) They should've been done. Why didn't they cook?
:'''Gordon''': (to the customers) MAYBE TEN MINUTES EVERYBODY FOR YOUR AU-GRATIN DOUPHUAS!! Look at them. The poor souls! Are you stupid?
:'''Carol''': No I'm not chef.
:'''Gordon''': Bullshit!
:'''Andrea''': (interview) Those potatoes! I was embarrassed for Carol.
:'''Gordon''': Why didn't they cook to begin with?
:'''Carol''': Chef, I cooked them in the cream for an hour.
:'''Gordon''': WHAT?!
:'''Carol''': Yes.
:'''Gordon''': You cooked them in the cream for an hour?
:'''Carol''': In boiling cream for an hour.
:'''Gordon''': Crunchy gratin douphuas. Useless.

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:''[Carol pours more cream over her potatoes]''
:'''Gordon''': What is that?
:'''Carol''': I just poured more cream on it and I'm going to put it back in.
:'''Gordon''': Oh my god! Oh Jesus Christ! (picks up the potatoes dumps it in the bin) Are you mad?
:'''Carol''': No chef.
:'''Andrea''': There were no saving those potatoes. None whatsoever. They just looked like shit. They looked like fucking shit! It was awful.
:'''Gordon''': I wouldn't even serve that to a fucking pig farm madam. Forget it. You don't care do you? Because if you did care, you wouldn't serve me that crap! This is supposed to be your exciting menu! Really?
=== Episode Ten [5.10] ===

:'''Gordon''': (with a chewed up piece of chicken) What is that?
:'''Scott''': Giovanni's best.
:'''Gordon''': Hey Ben, is that a chewed up little chicken from the dog ear? That's your special. Have a word with him. He's given up. Take all the garnish back, do whatever you want with it. Your special has now become not very special, thanks to dickface there. Hurry up Giovanni!
:'''Giovanni''': Yeah, but I'm not a dickface chef!
:'''Gordon''': Yeah. Say that again?
:'''Giovanni''': I'm not a dickface chef!
:'''Gordon''': You're pissed aren't you? You're fucking--! Look at me! Look at my EYES! YOU'RE NOT AS PISSED AS I AM!! YOU FUCKING ARE!! DONKEY!!
:'''Giovanni''': No.
:'''Ben''': (interview) Whooo! Boy oh boy!
:'''Gordon''': Cause right now, I don't give a fuck! Dickface!
:'''Giovanni''': (interview) I'm an emotional person. He can get in my face all he wants to. He will not break me.
:'''Gordon''': You're sending me shit and trying to get away with it. Now I'm ready for an argument! Sending me that, you should be ashamed!
:'''Robert''': (interview) He just wants you to pop off.
:'''Gordon''': And you want to get all sensitive! You want to get all fucking dirty! Look at me, you send me shit like that, take your jacket and fuck off!
:'''Giovanni''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': I'm not sending that shit chef!
:'''Giovanni''': Yes chef. Sorry chef. (interview) I wasn't angry at him, I was angry at myself. It was just, I was boiling inside and he said something to me.
:'''Gordon''': That's the well done one and look at me, I think you're too fucked to get upset with me. It's not the fucking way I call it. This isn't personal, this is professional! That personal was a piece of shit now pull it back!!
:'''Giovanni''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Dickface!
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:'''Gordon''': I just spent the last hour upstairs in my office thinking. It just doesn't make sense! How can the final six be so shit? I called you all down here because on the back of that performance, I'm now going to do something I have never ever done before. I'm shutting down Hell's Kitchen.

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 6)|Season 6]] ==

=== Episode One [6.01] ===

:'''Gordon''': What is that?
:'''Louie''': Sausage gravy over biscuits.
:'''Gordon''': Sausage gravy?
:'''Louie''': Yes.
:'''Gordon''': Over biscuits?
:'''Louie''': Yes. I sell about five gallons of it a week.
:'''Gordon''': Gallons? What, you sell this to pigs?
:'''Louie''': No, actually, I own a diner.
:'''Gordon''': Uh-huh, okay. And how much do you charge for that?
:'''Louie''': $4.75.
:'''Gordon''': $4.75?
:'''Louie''': Yeah. With coffee.
[Gordon tastes some of the dish, and quickly spits it out in disgust]
:'''Gordon''': Fuck me.
:'''Louie''': What's wrong with it?
:'''Gordon''': What's wrong with it? It tastes like gunk.
:'''Louie''': (interview) Hundreds of people eat that in my diner each week. I don't think it was worth spitting out!

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:'''Gordon''': (to Tony and Amanda) Let's go.
[Tony and Amanda went in front of Gordon to present their dishes]
:'''Amanda''': Two seconds chef. I need to grab one thing.
[Amanda goes back to the pass get two glasses of tequilla]
:'''Gordon''': What's that?
:'''Amanda''': Tequila.
:'''Gordon''': Tequila.
:'''Amanda''': (interview) I'm definitely asking Chef Ramsay to do a shot of tequila with me. It goes with the dish.
:'''Gordon''': And what's your dish?
:'''Amanda''': Margarita French toast with tequila wine butter.
:'''Gordon''': Show me? (looking at Amanda's dish) I thought you were joking. You're cooking a slice of fucking toast dipped in egg with...
:'''Amanda''': Tequila.
:'''Gordon''': ...to get me drunk.
:'''Amanda''': (interview) One tequilla, two tequila, three tequilla, four... (cuts to Amanda drank a glass of tequilla) Give me a lot more! Keep on going!
[Gordon was shocked at Amanda]
:'''Lovely''': (interview) Are you kidding me? (laughs) Why would you do that?
:'''Gordon''': (raises a piece of toast with a knife) That's it? (brief pause) What the fuck were you doing for 42 minutes 'cause that literally takes 3 minutes. '''SHOCKING!'''

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:'''Melinda''': (interview) My dish is very rich and succulent and lushious and velvety. You just feel what's happening on your mouth and the satisfaction that comes. (laughs)
[Melinda opens her dish and Gordon was shocked]
:'''Gordon''': Where's the lobster tail? (portions her dish) Where's the fucking tail?
:'''Melinda''': During the cooking process, I had some challenges.
[Gordon raises the "tail"]
:'''Gordon''': Poached lobster tail, where's the fucking tail? (grabs Melinda's plate and throws it in the trash bin) '''ABSOLUTELY FUCKING PATHETIC!'''
:'''Sabrina Gresset''': (interview) Dang... That's another zero.

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[During dinner service]

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': Louie! (on Louie's lamb) Wha-what is that? What is that?! Did you bite that?! Look! That's one, that's the other. It's on the same fucking table!
:'''Joseph''': (interview) Louie's lost. He's out of his league.
:'''Gordon''': (on discovering that Louie has wasted a huge amount of lamb) What's all that lamb here? Look at this! Hey, Van, You, hey Joseph! Stop! Look... at... this! Look! LOOK! '''LOOK!''' WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?! LOUIE!
:'''Louie''': Yes, sir?
:'''Gordon''': Fuck off back there! GET OUT! Yes, get fucked! PILE OF SHIT! Hey, get upstairs, get your bags packed...
:'''Louie''': Can I help? Can I help in the kitchen?
:'''Gordon''': Yeah, you can help me! '''FUCK OFF! GET OUT!'''
:'''Louie''': (interview) You want me out? I'm out. You want me to pack my bags? My bags are packed. YOU CAN KISS MY FUCKING ASS!
:'''Narrator''': With the kitchen at a complete standstill, Chef Ramsay is left with no choice.
:'''Gordon''': (to Joseph) Switch it OFF!
:'''Joseph''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': (to the red team) Fuck off!

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:'''Gordon''': (after elimination) Melinda was completely lost in space. So I sent her back to whatever planet she came from.

=== Episode Two [6.02] ===
:''[during the Blue Team's reward where they are having Shrimp Cocktails with Gordon]''
:'''Gordon''': Enjoy it.
:'''Dave''': It's a treat to be sitting here chef and not being screamed at.
:'''Gordon''': Trust me, each and every service, you're going to get stronger. Have you any idea how much shit I've taken in the kitchen? And the more the took, the better I became.
:'''Joseph''': (interview) What am I learning by shooting shit? Nothing. What gets accomplished by running your mouth? Not a thing.
:'''Joseph''': I didn't come here for lunches you know. That's not what I'm here for. I'm not going to lose my eye on the prize.
:'''Dave''': Well we're fired up too man. I'm not relaxing because I get to have a good nice lunch with the chef.
:'''Joseph''': It's good to get out but I don't really care.
:'''Dave''': (interview) Joseph, he's a complete asshole. He's a little hotheaded, he's being a little too intense in the way disrespects Chef Ramsay.

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:''[Van and Jean-Philippe are having problems in the dining room]''
:'''Gordon''': Hey, what's the matter between you two?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': There's a language barrier.
:'''Gordon''': What do you mean a language barrier? He's speaking English you dick!
:'''Jean-Philippe''': I know, but he's from Texas. (Gordon rolls his tongue around.)

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:'''Jean-Philippe''': (to Van) Don't run in the restaurant, please?
:'''Van''': (interview) Jean-Philippe better stot trying to tell me what to do. I know that.
:'''Jean-Philippe''': I'm going to explode her (misreferred to Van that is him). (to Van) I'm going to explode, my friend! LISTEN TO ME!!!
:'''Tony''': (interview) WHOA WHOA!!! JP!!! He's about to like pound him down. DAMN!!!
:'''Jean-Philippe''': (to Van and even turns red) '''LISTEN!!! LISTEN!!! LISTEN TO ME!!!'''
:'''Andy''': (interview) I can not believe I'm seeing this.
:'''Jean-Philippe''': '''LISTEN TO ME!!!'''
:'''Kevin''': (interview) He's gonna fucking hit him.
:'''Jean-Philippe''': (to Van) We have a problem here.
:'''Jim''': (interview) Hit him!
:'''Van''': (to Jean-Philippe) Don't touch me, bro! Biggie, out of my face! (JP pushes Van)
:''[Gordon is furious on fighting about Van and JP]''
:'''Gordon''': Hey! Stop! Hey both of you, come here! (referring Van) Bozo, come here! NOW!!!
:'''Van''': I'm gonna fuck you up, bro. (interview) We're gonna get it down and it's going be a first round knock out.
:'''Gordon''': What's is going on?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': (referring Van) He's got no respect, Chef.
:'''Gordon''': '''DON'T SHOUT!!!''' WE'RE IN FRONT OF THE CUSTOMERS NOW!!!
:'''Van''': I'm sorry, Chef.
:'''Jean-Philippe''': He's not respecting his dining room, Chef.
:'''Van''': (interview) Hey Chef, (bleep) up. He thinks he's some kind of boss man around here and he ain't nothing.
:'''Gordon''': (to Van) Calm down, listen to him. (to Jean-Philippe) And you, pay a little bit to respect. (to Van again and points his finger to him) And if you do your job, (to Jean-Philippe again and points his finger to him) And if you do your job, we'll come together. Cause right now, you're turning the whole place upside down, are you going to do it?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': (referring Van) If he listens to me.
:'''Gordon''': (to Jean-Philippe) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
:'''Jean-Philippe''': Yes, I will.
:'''Gordon''': (to Van) ARE YOU GOING TO DO IT?
:'''Van''': Yes, Chef.
:'''Gordon''': Last chance.
:'''Jean-Phillippe''': (Letting Van out of the store room) Ladies first.

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


:''[After disastrous dinner service, both teams lost, the Red team already nominated Lovely and Tennille for elimination, as for the Blue team hasn't decide to nominate two of its chefs]''
:'''Gordon''': Blue team. Joseph, let's be honest, that's a pretty sorry battalion you got there. Isn't it?
:'''Joseph''': Right now it is.
:'''Gordon''': Who's the first nominee for the men?
:'''Joseph''': They can speak for themselves but they know who they are.
:'''Gordon''': Hey, smart arse, I asked you to tell me. Who's the first nominee and why?
:'''Joseph''': No problem. Tony and Andy.
:'''Gordon''': Listen, I know you may be slightly stupid. First nominee and why?
:'''Joseph''': First nominee and why? Tony. He knows why. We sat down as a group and they wouldn't pick each other. You know. No peer pressure! We're men!
:'''Gordon''': Just, just just, what do you want a fucking medal?
:'''Joseph''': What do you want me to fucking say? What do you want me to say? They know who they fucking are. We chose as a group and they stand out and they said they belong there. Stand up, they know who they are.
:'''Gordon''': (approaches Joseph) Listen you chippy idiot, I asked for one nominee and why in plain English, and you're mouthing off and you couldn't answer me. Now can you just tell me in fucking plain English, the first nominee and why he's nominated. Is that fucking clear?!
:'''Joseph''': That's clear.
:'''Gordon''': Thank you! (walks back) Unbelievable! One simple request, who and why, and you make a big fucking song and dance about it!
:'''Joseph''': I ain't no fucking bitch chef! I don't give a fuck. I ain't no bitch!
:'''Gordon''': What?!
:'''Joseph''': I'm not no bitch!
:'''Robert''': He's trying to bring the best out of you. You got to look past it.
:'''Joseph''': He's not bringing the best out of me.
:'''Ariel''': Yeah, show some respect.
:'''Joseph''': Shut your fucking mouth is what you should do right now.
:'''Suzanne''': Come on, man!
:'''Joseph''': I'm talking here.  I don't give a fuck about you. I didn't come here for you.
:'''Suzanne''': You want to be an executive chef, Joe?
:'''Joseph''': Shut your fucking mouth!
:'''Gordon''': Oh my god!
:'''Tek''': You signed up to fucking learn and grow, and...
:'''Joseph''': Yeah, shut your fucking mouth.
:'''Tek''': ...do this, dude!
:'''Gordon''': Okay, answer the fucking question!
:'''Joseph''': You keep talking like this, I'll have you out in the fucking parking lot. I don't give a fuck! What do you want me to say?
:'''Gordon''': I ASK THE FUCKING QUESTIONS! YOU GIVE THE FUCKING ANSWERS!!
:'''Joseph''': (takes off his jacket and walks out of the line) Fuck that shit, dawg. I ain't here for that! (approaches Gordon and tosses his jacket at him.) You want my fucking jacket? You want to talk some shit? Let's go step outside motherfucker! (gets in Gordon's face) I ain't here for that dawg!
:(To Be Continued... appears on the screen.)

=== Episode Three [6.03] ===

(continuing the confrontation from the episode before. A couple of guards step in to separate Joseph from Gordon.)
:'''Joseph''': Want to talk about fucking fighting?
:'''Gordon''': Oh wow.
:'''Joseph''': Want to get fucking rough?
:'''Gordon''': You think I'm scared? Huh? Look at you.
:'''Joseph''': Yeah, keep rolling the fucking cameras.
:'''Gordon''': You've just blown your-- Yeah, fuck the cameras.
:'''Joseph''': Yeah?
:'''Gordon''': Yeah.
:'''Joseph''': Let's go step outside!
:'''Gordon''': Out in front here? I asked you one simple question and you couldn't fucking answer me. And then you want to get all tough and up close and personal.
:'''Joseph''': Fuck you!
:'''Gordon''': There you go.
:'''Joseph''': You ain't nothin' but a bitch!
:'''Gordon''': You've got no respect.
:'''Joseph''': No respect.
:'''Gordon''': Now get out.
:'''Joseph''': Fuck you. You fucking bitch! (Double flips off the chefs.) Fuck all of you! (the guards lead him out, he trips over the step.)
:'''Gordon''': Watch the step.
:'''Joseph''': Yeah, watch the step bitch.
:'''Gordon''': What an idiot. Total, total shame. (kicks Joseph's jacket up to the table.)
:'''Joseph''': (outside the restaurant.) I don't need this 'n that. I don't need some limey fucking prick talking to me like that. Without skipping a beat, I'll go back home, I'll work. Anybody who fucking hires me to work in their kitchen, they'll be proud to have me there! Fuck him! Fuck him!
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:'''Gordon''': (after sparing Lovely and Tennille from elimination) Now listen up: Because Joseph took himself out of the competition, tonight you get a gift--and I'm not sending anybody home. Last chance.
:'''Chefs''': Yes, chef!
:'''Gordon''': Understand?
:'''Chefs''': Yes, chef!
:'''Gordon''': And I've got one more thing to say to you--in fact, to you all: I'm nobody's bitch. (everyone laughs) Now get some sleep.
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:'''Gordon''': Amanda.
:'''Amanda''': Yes, Chef!
:'''Gordon''': 12 3's?
:'''Amanda''': 9 (that was the correct answer when she incorrectly made 8 lamb ribs (3 portions of 3, but she incorrectly said the answer to that question four times.)
[Everyone laughs]
:'''Gordon''': Oh my God!
:'''Amanda''': 36, I'm sorry, Chef.

=== Episode Four [6.04] ===

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

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:''[both teams are coming down to the wire during service]''
:'''Gordon''': Where's the chicken?!
:'''Robert''': Come on! Come on!
:'''Andy''': (rushing with the chicken) Coming right behind you. Go now!
:'''Scott Leibfried''': Hey fucking nitwit, that is fucking raw.
:'''Robert''': Oh man! (interview) Here we go again!
:'''Scott Leibfried''': (gets in Andy's face) You get that ready by the time the rest of the fucking table is ready to go! You got it?!
:'''Andy''': Yes chef.
:'''Scott Leibfried''': GO!

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:''[After a solid good dinner service for the second time in a row]''
:'''Gordon''': Right, no close. Ladies, you've beaten by the sides.
:'''Suzanne''': (raises her right hand) Chef, can I get play-by-play on that?
:'''Gordon''': Yeah, first of all. Okay. I'm telling you, straight to your face, you lost. And you, one more thing, you do have a one more member than the men, they will do have eleven of us. No play-by-play, take it on the fucking chin, with a little bit of respect. End of fucking story.

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:'''Gordon''': If people were named for their cooking, her name wouldn't be Lovely. It would be Useless.

=== Episode Five [6.05] ===
:''[After an hour and a half of trying, the red team has not managed to serve a single entrée]''
:'''Gordon:''' I don't know where to go! I can't even turn and look at the dining room, I'm so embarrassed. This is still your first table... (points to the blue kitchen) that's their ''last''! Fuck off! WE HAVEN'T SENT AN ENTRÉE OUT! STUPID COWS!
:''[Ramsay crosses over to the blue kitchen, where the men are starting to clear down]''
:'''Gordon:''' Ohhh, fucking hell... hey, have you all finished?
:'''Andy:''' Desserts, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' Desserts? Kevin, stay on desserts. All of you, come in here! Hey guys, get on a section will you, please, yes?
:''[The blue team members go over to the red kitchen and start working]''
:'''Tennille:''' (interview) AWWW! Add insult to injury, rub salt in the wound, what... just... happened?
:'''Gordon:''' Away now! Two penne, three New York Strip, two chicken, one catfish.
:'''Blue Team:''' Yes, chef!
:'''Robert:''' (interview) AAAAAAAAGH! YEEAAAAH BOOOOOYS! (cups his ear) That's right. I can hear it. It's them bitches cryin'!
:'''Tennille:''' Do you need anything?
:'''Jim:''' No, I'm cool. (interview) It was just scraps of meat, everywhere. It was a kitchen-pocalypse. Like a hand grenade went off in a cow's ass.

=== Episode Six [6.06] ===
:''[In the final round of the health food challenge]''
:'''Gordon''': Gentlemen, I can't wait for a fantastic dessert. I hope it's substantial. You've probably saved the best until last.
:''[Dave carries the platter with the blue team's dessert over to Ramsay]''
:'''Amanda Davenport''': (interview) Man, that had better be a giant piece of chocolate something, to beat us!
:'''Kevin''': (interview) I was worried, the girls had some really nice stuff. This has got to kick some ass.
:'''Andy''': (interview) I make an apple fruit compote every day of my life. No problem.
:''[Dave lifts the lid on his platter, and Ramsay instantly starts laughing]''
:'''Gordon''': Oh, come on! What is that?
:'''Dave''': (interview) When Chef Ramsay laughed, it definitely like, stung. I felt like a loser. (Ramsay samples the dessert) Chef, we have an egg white crepe filled with a fruit compote, and we have a blackberry and vanilla yoghurt cream.
:'''Gordon''': It tastes... foul! That's the kind of crap they serve when you have a heart bypass or an ulcer operation, that is a joke! Back in line, Dave.

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:''[Ramsay and Tennille have just had an argument about the mashed potatoes]''
:'''Gordon''': Good. Are you upset now?
:'''Tennille''': Yeah, I fucking am!
:'''Gordon''': Glad you are! Because you're crap!
:'''Tennille''': ''You're'' crap! (interview) I'm sick of his bullshit, man! You're not gonna keep talking to me like that!
:'''Gordon''': Hey, madam, madam. Get out!
:'''Tennillle''': Yes, chef, no problem, chef.
:'''Gordon''': Get the fuck out!
:'''Tennille''': Oh, I'm out!
:'''Sabrina Gresset''': Oh, no...
:'''Gordon''': Get the fuck out of here!
:'''Tennille''': Fuck you! FUCK YOU!!

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:'''Sabrina Gresset''': Thanks a lot, Tennille. (interview) Now we have to work her station, thanks a lot (with an applause).
:''[Gordon follows Tennille to the back area, following her walk-out]''
:'''Gordon''': Hey!
:'''Tennille''': I'm busting my ass for you!
:'''Gordon''': You're not, you're lying.
:'''Tennille''': YOU DON'T KNOW SHIT!! I'M BUSTING MY ASS! GET OFF MY BACK!
:'''Gordon''': Get off your back?
:'''Tennille''': GET OFF MY BACK! I'M BUSTING MY ASS, YOU KNOW I AM! LET ME DO MY JOB!
:'''Gordon''': Don't you dare turn around and tell me that I'm fucking crap, or you can fuck off through those doors!
:'''Tennille''': You can dish it, but you can't take it?! (pushes over a rack of trays)
:'''Gordon''': Hey, madam, what are you doing?
:'''Tennille''': LET ME IN THE KITCHEN!
:'''Gordon''': Listen to me, you're not-
:'''Tennille''': I'm not good enough for you, man?
:'''Gordon''': You're not listening to me! Shut your fat fucking mouth and listen to me! The potatoes are-
:'''Tennille''': I'm trying to learn from you!
:'''Gordon''': You're not learning! You're just opening your fat mouth!
:'''Tennille''': I am! You're the one who's trying to-
:'''Gordon''': Shut up, then! Shut up! Are you gonna keep it shut? (Tennille doesn't reply) Are you gonna keep it shut?
:'''Tennille''': It's shut.
:'''Gordon''': Good! If you can't hack it, fuck) off. If you can, get back in there! (Tennille walks back to the kitchen) Hey, I want an answer!
:'''Tennille''': I'm on my way back to the kitchen, CHEF!
:'''Gordon''': Good! Let's go.
:''[Tennille marches back into the kitchen, where Amanda and Suzanne have taken over the garnishes]''
:'''Tennille''': GET OFF MY STATION PLEASE!! What's working?

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:'''Gordon''': (After eliminating Jim from Hell's Kitchen.) Big man, let me tell you something. I can teach a chef how to cook but I can't give you a heart. You're not the Tin Man and I'm not the fucking Wizard of Oz.

=== Episode Seven [6.07] ===
:'''Gordon:''' All of you, come here! Come here! Come here! Come here! (to Kevin) Hey Kevin, you starting to piss me off! '''PUT IT DOWN!''' When I ask you to stop with you doing, you better fucking stop it! Come here! Cocky! OUT OF THE WAY! (holds a cooked rabbit) It's fucking raw! (throws the cooked rabbit on a floor) (Kevin) Happy now? You standing there you tossing your tagliatelle to make yourself look good, I'm serving raw rabbit, Chef?
:'''Kevin:''' Understood, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' (to Robert) You? Fuck off!
:'''Robert:''' Yeah. Yes chef.
:'''Gordon:''' '''DON'T START ACT LIKE A BABY!!!'''
:'''Robert:''' I'M NOT ACT LIKE A BABY!
:'''Gordon:''' '''SHUT IT! SWITCH IT OFF! ALL OF YOU, YOU'RE DONE!'''
:'''Dave:''' Fuck!

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

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

=== Episode Eight [6.08] ===

=== Episode Nine [6.09] ===
:'''Andy:''' Awwww. (hurts his finger when slicing a potato) Fuck me!
:'''Scott Leibfried:''' Medic! I need a medic!
:'''Dave:''' Are you serious?
:'''Andy:''' Aahhh! It's just a cut, second on the middle thumb, middle finger. It's getting in the fingers too.
:'''Dave:''' (interview) Andy liked the tipped off his fingers more literally taken off. It was so deep and so horrible.
:'''Medical crew:''' (Dispatching to the paramedics) I have Andy. He needs to go to the clinic and needs stitches on its all three fingers.

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:'''Andy:''' Do not finish two crepes.
:'''Kevin:''' (interview) Andy is just shit all night long. Just turn into a disaster.
:'''Kevin:''' Bring one cream frog all fall one another.
:'''Gordon:''' Andy, what aren't you doing anything?
:'''Andy:''' He's assisting me, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' You're not assisting him, you're doing it! And it standing watching you. Hey you? Hey, come here! Do me favor: FUCK OFF! UPSTAIRS! GET OUT! PISS OFF!

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:'''Kevin:''' (interview) (after escape elimination) We don't want Suzanne (moved to blue team), we don't want her all. But it doesn't matter what jacket Suzanne has all on me. She's gonna go home just like anybody else. I will be the last man standing.

=== Episode Ten [6.10] ===
:''[Chef Ramsay discovered a halibut was raw]''
:'''Gordon:''' Come here, all of us! Come here! Come here, all of you! Look, it's not... it's just... no, it's not the awe! (Chef Ramsay slaps a raw halibut on a plate) it's not on that!
:'''Dave:''' (interview) Oh... damn. Halibut splurged all over my face and like I have little tiny like bits a halibut in my eyes.

=== Episode Eleven [6.11] ===
:''[Van, Ariel, and Suzanne have pushed Gordon to his breaking point with their careless cooking and lack of attention to detail]''
:'''Gordon''': Scott, clear out, come here.  Fuck off.  Fuck me.
:''[Gordon and Scott Leibfried walk out of the kitchen and out of the restaurant]
:'''Van''': Is that it?  Or what?
:'''Gordon''': Fuck that.  Absolutely fuck that.
:'''Scott Leibfried''': Not worth it.
:'''Gordon''': Fuck them.
:'''Dave''': What the hell is going on here?
:'''Gordon''': Can’t take it any more.  I cannot take it any more.  Unfucking real.  Oh fuck me.  That’s a first.
:'''JP''': They’re gone.  So, are they coming back?
:'''Gordon''': I can't take it any more.  Oh, dear.

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

=== Episode Twelve [6.12] ===

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

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 7)|Season 7]] ==

=== Episode One [7.01] ===

:''[Signature dishes]''
:'''Gordon''': (Looking at Andrew's dish.) Now, what is that?
:'''Andrew Forster''': Steak Tartare. (licks his lips) I guess the inspiration from that came from the fact that I've raised and butchered my own animals and I like to eat them raw. (the other chefs are shocked by this fact) (interview) When I win this competition, I'm going to buy two walk in coolers. That's all I want is two walk in coolers.
:'''Gordon''': Do you do some form of Hell's Kitchen Hannibal lector?
:'''Andrew Forster''': Maybe. (interview) Then I can start butchering animals which is what I like to do.
:'''Gordon''': (tastes the tartare) Bland. What a shame.

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

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

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

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

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:'''Gordon''': The halibut's raw. Unbelievable. Mikey!
:'''Mikey''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': Come here again! Raw fucking halibut! Take that, yeah? Do me a favor: FUCK OFF! GET OUT! Up to the fucking dorms and get your fucking hair done! GET OUT OF MY KITCHEN! What is going on?!!

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

=== Episode Two [7.02] ===

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

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

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

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:''[Andrew has just bought up some extremely thin and runny mashed potatoes]''
:'''Gordon''': What's he done?
:'''Scott Leibfried''': Potato soup.
:'''Andrew''': (to himself) Holy crap, holy crap, holy crap, holy crap!
:'''Gordon''': Blue team, come here all of you, a minute. That's you as well, Salvatore! There you go, there's our mashed potato! There you fucking go!
:''[Andrew takes back the mashed potato, then pours it into another batch he's making]''
:'''Gordon''': Don't add it- oh, no!
:'''Andrew''': (snaps) What?!
:'''Gordon''': Come here, you idiot! Let me fucking explain why!
:'''Andrew''': Yes, please do.
:'''Gordon''': You've put the thick stuff in, and you add the runny to it.
:'''Andrew''': That was a brilliant idea, chef.
:'''Gordon''': "That's a brilliant idea, chef!" You think this is funny, don't you? So we're serving fucking liquid mashed potato, so I expect you to put that fucking fresh stuff in a pan, and you add the runny to it! That's not going to make any ounce of difference there, it's gone!
:'''Andrew''': That's not true.
:'''Jason''': (interview) Man, this guy, damn! He's just crazy!
:'''Andrew''': And now you're going to tell me I can't cook in the sautee pan?
:'''Jason''': (interview) Chef Ramsay, he's like the [[w:Jay-Z|Jay-Z]] of fucking restaurants! You don't talk back to a man like that!
:'''Gordon''': Come here! I'm fucking losing my temper with you. Say that again?
:'''Andrew''': So now I've got to take it out of the sautee pan?
:'''Gordon''': Yeah, come here you. Get out! 
:'''Andrew''': Yes, chef.
:''[Chef Ramsay ushers Andrew out of the kitchen, into the dining area]''
:'''Gordon''': Let me tell you something straight. You've got nothing right! You don't care, you've got no respect, and do you know what? You're a fucking joke to the industry. Yeah, that's what you are! Fuck off! (walks back into the kitchen) That guy's fucking useless!
:''[Andrew walks through the dining room towards the front exit; Jean-Phillipe catches up to him]''
:'''Jean-Phillipe''': What's wrong? What are you doing here?
:'''Andrew''': I'm walking out the damn door! What does it look like I'm doing? That man asked me to leave, and you expect me to stay here?
:'''Jean-Phillipe''': He's just testing you.
:'''Andrew''': Right, and if I go back in there, I don't want to hear him yelling at me.
:'''Jean-Phillipe''': There are, I don't know how many people which would be willing to be in your shoes right now.
:'''Andrew''': (kicks his shoes off) You know what, they can take my shoes, JP!
:'''Jean-Phillipe''': But...
:'''Andrew''': I don't need this! I'm walking out these doors! (voiceover) Chef Ramsay got pissed at me. I'm sure he looks at me as a little prick. Whatever, I don't really care what Chef Ramsay thinks of me, I'm done. Have a nice day!

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:'''Jason''': (interview) Andrew? I don't know what happened to that cat. Chef Ramsay hit his ass with some fairy dust and made his ass disappear.
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:'''Gordon''': (eliminating Mikey) You backed your team up but not just one service, two fucking services (flashback of Mikey's two miserable dinner services) and I can't work with that. Take your jacket off! (Mikey grabs his jacket to Chef Ramsay)
:'''Mikey''': (outside the restaurant) Chef Ramsay really didn't like my performance, I know I get crappy but I still got my tattoo of Hell's Kitchen and I work with pride. I don't regret that thing come in here and I accept my faith.

=== Episode Six [7.06] ===

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

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

=== Episode Seven [7.07] ===

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


=== Episode Eight [7.08] ===
:'''Narrator:''' In the dining room, one customer...
:'''Female diner:''' Is it cooked?
:'''Male diner:''' It's rare at best.
:'''Female diner:''' (talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.
:'''Male diner:''' Shit!
:'''Narrator:''' Decides to take manners into his own hands.
:'''Male diner:''' Oh no! This is rare.
:'''Gordon:''' (who stands at the Red kitchen) Service, please!
:'''Male diner:''' Fuck!
:'''Gordon:''' What's the matter? Oh talk to me?
:'''Male diner:''' Medium?
:'''Gordon:''' Excuse me? Hey, you don't call me you acting like on it's funny. (to male diner) Yeah, do me a favor: That's his job, you fuck off, yes?
:'''Male diner:''' You trying to poison me?
:'''Gordon:''' Poison you? What a fucking dick. It's beef you fucking idiot, you tartar! (to male diner again) You never heard of that?
:'''Male diner:''' It's low grade beef, at best.
:'''Gordon:''' GO GET A SHAVE, YOU FUCKING KNOB END!
:'''Male diner:''' It's low grade dog food, at best.
:'''Gordon:''' (goes to Blue kitchen) Let's go. Standing on ice on a fucking jerk. Stand strong, buddy! Stand nice and stop, push your arms up and you're like a fucking quail.

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

=== Episode Nine [7.09] ===

=== Episode Ten [7.10] ===

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

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

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

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

=== Episode Twelve [7.12] ===

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

=== Episode Fifteen [7.15] ===

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

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 8)|Season 8]] ==

=== Episode One [8.01] ===
:''[During the signature dish tasting]''
:'''Gordon:''' What is it?
:'''Antonia:''' It's a Mardi Gras gumbo. (lifts the lid)
:'''Gordon:''' Oh, god! Does it normally look like a plate of liquid shit?
:'''Antonia:''' No. (interview) Every time I make my gumbo it always gets eaten, and everybody loves it. It's gonna be good.
:''[Chef Ramsay eats some of the dish, gags, and then throws up in the trash can]''
:'''Gordon:''' (coughs) Fucking hell!
:'''Antonia:''' (rolls eyes) Oh, god.
:'''Gordon:''' Are you crazy?! Have you tasted that?
:'''Antonia:''' No, I didn't get a chance to taste it, Chef.
:'''Gordon:''' So you cooked it and you didn't even taste it?
:'''Antonia:''' I didn't have enough time. I'm so sorry you don't like it.
:'''Gordon:''' ''Don't like it?''
:'''Antonia:''' I'm sorry it wasn't up to par.
:'''Gordon:''' ''Up to par?'' It's inedible!
:'''Antonia:''' (shrugs) Okay, then throw it out.
:'''Gordon:''' No, I'm not gonna throw it out! (to Raj) Big man! You like your food, take a mouthful and pass it along.
:''[Raj samples the dish and passes it along to Rob, who also tastes it]''
:'''Rob:''' (interview) It was completely repulsive. I would rather have had a cat shit in my mouth than have eaten that any further!
:''[Vinny and Nona taste the dish, and also look disgusted]''
:'''Gordon:''' (coughs) Oh, shit!
:'''Nona:''' (interview) Oh my god! I don't even know how to explain that!
:'''Gordon:''' Vinny! What does that taste to you of?
:'''Vinny:''' A big bowl of mud.
:''[Sabrina brings the bowl back over to Ramsay, who throws it into the trash can]''
:'''Gordon:''' Dear, oh dear!

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

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:'''Gordon:''' (with a pizza) Melissa.
:'''Melissa:''' Yes chef.
:'''Gordon:''' Touch that. Touch that. What is that?
:'''Melissa:''' It's raw, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' It's what?
:'''Melissa:''' It's raw, chef.
:'''Gordon:''' Touch that! It's RAW Melissa!
:'''Melissa:''' Yes chef.
:'''Gordon:''' It's raw! Come on!
:'''Melissa:''' Yes chef.
:'''Boris:''' (mocking Gordon) "It's RAWWW!!" "It's fucking RAWWW!!"
:'''Louis:''' (interview) Boris, what were you thinking buddy? You don't mock Gordon Ramsay.
:'''Gordon:''' Boris.
:'''Boris:''' Yes sir?
:'''Gordon:''' Come here.
:'''Boris:''' Yes sir.
:'''Gordon:''' So I'm telling her about a raw pizza and you're mimicing me out of the back.
:'''Boris''': Sorry chef.
:'''Gordon''': What's your game?
:'''Boris''': I'm just gonna cook sir.
:'''Gordon''': Yeah. So I'm telling her the pizza's raw, come here you fuck face.
:'''Boris''': (interview) Oh noooooo!
:'''Gordon''': And there you go, you touch it then. Now look at me! Take the piss out of me now fuckface!
:'''Narrator''': It's an hour and a half into an opening night filled with careless mistakes. But one chef has made a mistake that Chef Ramsay is not going to forgive or forget.
:'''Gordon''': What's your fucking crack?
:'''Boris:''' I don't have any crack chef.
:'''Gordon:''' What's your game?
:'''Boris:''' I'm just here to cook sir.
:'''Gordon:''' Now look at me! You fucking take the piss out of me one more time in the middle of fucking service yeah, kiss your fucking ass goodbye. Is that clear?
:'''Boris:''' Understood chef.
:'''Gordon:''' WAKE UP!!
:'''Boris:''' It will not happen again. (interview) I shouldn't have done that. I meant no disrespect. What can I say? I'm losing my mind.
  
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:''[Customers are leaving Hell's Kitchen]''
:'''James:''' Chef, I got tables walking out. They've been here two hours chef.
:'''Gordon:''' Fucking hell. Hey ladies, come here. Hey, all of you, come here! LADIES! Move your fucking ass! BORIS!
:'''Boris''': Yes chef!
:'''Gordon''': Look out there! You kidding me? Tables are leaving. No one's even working together. No one's even caring. You're (Sabrina) bringing me the main courses, bypassing your team. You (Boris) laughed at me earlier, pissing around with your fucking pizzas. And you (Raj) just switched off! Where do we go? Where the fuck do we go? Any bright ideas?
:'''Narrator''': Over two hours into dinner service, not a single entree has left either kitchen and the diners are leaving.
:'''Gordon''': No one's even working together. No one's even caring! Fuck off, is that clear?
:'''Chefs''': Yes chef!
:'''Gordon''': Everything off. Clear down.

=== Episode Two [8.02] ===

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

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

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

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[Chef Ramsay has finally had enough with the remaining members of the blue team and comes back to the workstation with two salads in hand]
:'''Gordon''': Come here, all of you!
:'''Louis''': Fuck!
:'''Gordon''': There's the walnuts on one, there's the walnuts on the OTHER!!! Shit! (to the blue team) Hey, you, you, you! Hey, you! Come here! Hey, you! Come here! ''[Gordon approaches the blue team to the washroom and kicks the door straight out to the dorms]'' Get out! GET OUT!!!
:'''Louis''': (interview) Not only did he throw us all out of the kitchen. He let us out of the kitchen. (screenshot of Louis and the other blue team members are inside the dorms) This makes me feel like you're (shows his hand) this big.

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

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

=== Episode Three [8.03] ===

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

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

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[Chef Ramsay gathers both teams before they open for the night's service]
:'''Gordon''': Raj, haven't given up on you. However, push it tonight.
:'''Raj''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Come back.
:'''Raj''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': And stay out the fucking fridge.
[flashback where Raj sticks his head in the freezer during the team challenge]
:'''Raj''': Yes chef.

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:'''Narrator''': While Raj re-fires his scallops, in the red kitchen...
:'''Jillian''': Can you taste this? 'Cause I don't like tomatoes.
:'''Narrator''': Jillian and Emily work together to get their first appetizers out.
:'''Emily''': (tasting Jillian's spaghetti) More salt. (voice over) I have an excellent pallate.. More salt. There you go. (interview) I don't know what's up with that girl's taste buds but she couldn't salt on the life of her. I almost wanted 'till I...just pour in the salt.
:'''Gordon''': Two scallop, one spaghetti, yes?
:'''Jillian''': My spaghetti's ready.
:'''Gordon''': Service, please.
:'''Narrator''': It's only eighteen minutes into dinner service and the red team's first appetizers are making their way out to the dining room.
:'''Female diner''': You guys seem to have put a mountain of salt on our food.
:'''Narrator''': Unfortunately, they don't stay there for long.
:'''Gordon''': What's wrong with that?
:'''James''': Red team, salty.
:'''Gordon''': (comes back to the workstation with appetizers) Oh, dear. Ladies.
:'''Jillian''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': Now it's coming back, salty! (tosses one plate on the workstation) Wow!
:'''Jillian''': (interview) Emily is just unbelievable. I shouldn't need an account for her to do bullshit for me, she just don't know how to do anything.
:'''Gordon''': Taste, taste, taste!
:'''Emily''': I don't think it's salty. (cuts to Jillian looking disgusted at Emily) I don't think it's salty.
:'''Narrator''': With both kitchens having setbacks on the appetizer section, the pressure shifts to Sabrina and Trev who were supposed to be making welcoming culinary cocktails fr the diners.
:'''James''': Have you sent your cocktails out?
:'''Sabrina Brimhall''': No, not yet.
:'''James''': We need to get them out.
:'''Sabrina Brimhall''': Okay. (interview) James is like right in your face like, "Come on! We need the cocoktails! We need the cocktails!"
:'''James''': Come on. Get a move on.
[moments after, both Trev and Sabrina have managed to get their cocktails out to the diners]
:'''Narrator''': Trev and Sabrina have finally pleased James in the dining room. (cuts to James smiling) Back in the kitchen...
:'''Gordon''': Service, please. Both table 10 and 21, yes?
:'''Narrator''': Both teams have finally pleased Chef Ramsay.
:'''Gordon''': Delicious on that risotto.
:'''Vinny''': (interview) Perfect!
:'''Narrator'''': While the blue team...
:'''Gordon''': Salmon!
:'''Raj''': The salmon's ready.
:'''Narrator''': Has moved on to entrees.
:'''Raj''': And it's perfect! (interview) I have personally cooked thousands and thousands and thousands of salmon in my life.
[Chef Ramsay picks up Raj's pan at the pass; the salmon is floating in a brown liquid]
:'''Gordon''': What's that in there? Wh-what...?
:'''Scott''': That's not grilled.
:'''Gordon''': Oh, dear. Raj! What's that? What is that stock he's putting in that salmon?
:'''Vinny''': It's supposed be grilled, dude.
:'''Raj''': Yeah, I grilled it, and then I finished it with a little bit of sauce.
[Gordon tastes some of the liquid in the pan, then spits it out in disgust, and pours the contents of the pan onto Raj's worktop and drops the pan]
:'''Russell''': No sauce, bro. C'mon, get another one going, bro!
:'''Raj''': (interview) My personal techniques are not working for Chef Ramsay.
:'''Gordon''': Disgusting!
:'''Raj''': (interview) He's the chef, it's his opinion, and I have zero opinion.
:'''Scott''': Start over.
:'''Narrator''': Raj's cooking techniques aren't cutting in with Chef Ramsay. And in the red kitchen...
:'''Gordon''': (with an overcooked Dover Sole) Melissa, it's overcooked!
:'''Narrator''': ...neither are Melissa's.
:'''Gordon''': Out it comes, look at that. Overcooked on the bottom, crispy as fuck, and it looks like Gandhi's flip-flop! What a shame!
:'''Jillian''': (interview) I don't know where he comes up with this stuff! Gandhi didn't even wear flip-flops, he lived in the jungle, I don't think the dude even had shoes.
:'''Gordon''': Look it underneath!
[cuts to Jillian still laughing quietly while Chef Ramsay pounds the workstation]
:'''Melissa Doney''': (interview) Shit!
:'''Narrator''': As Melissa starts over with her dover sole, guests on both sides of the dining room continue to wait.
:'''Male diner''': Haven't you ever served any entrees?
:'''Narrator''': But not for long. In the blue kitchen...
:'''Gordon''': Where's the salmon?!
:'''Raj''': T-two seconds.
:'''Narrator''': Raj is ready with his second attempt on the salmon.
:'''Gordon''': Two seconds, one two!
:'''Raj''': I mean uhm, thirty sec-I mean uhm one minute.
:'''Gordon''': Just concentrate. I don't want a blah-blah-blah.
:'''Raj''': I'm sorry to say that, but it's true.
:'''Gordon''': What a fucking bozo!
:'''Raj''': Here it is. Here it is.
[Chef Ramsay walks up to the pass and discovers that the salmon is raw]
:'''Gordon''': Oh, dear. Raj! Come here you. It's raw. (Gordon angrily smashes the raw salmon) '''It's fucking RAAAWWW!!!'''
:'''Boris''': (interview) Come on, man!
:'''Gordon''': '''It's raw!!!!'''
:'''Boris''': (interview) That guy can't change his underwear the right way.
:'''Gordon''': We haven't even served the fucking entrée for in the need to get the food out.
:'''Boris''': Oh boy, here we go.
:'''Gordon''': '''I'VE HAD ENOUGH!!!'''
:'''Narrator''': 90 minutes into dinner service, and Raj's problems on the fish station continued.
:'''Raj''': Chef, would you mind if I said something or no? (Gordon plugs his ears)
:'''Gordon''': Not to me, you're not.
:'''Russell''': No don't say a damn thing. Just finish the tickets.
:'''Raj''': You know the salmon that I gave you that I smashed, right? (interview) I'm not this timid man who's just going to sit back and just say "OOOKAY CHEF."
:'''Raj''': You know, I'm going to try to make a case for myself. Really chef, really.
:'''Gordon''': We're in the middle of service right now and I want food. '''SHUT IT!!'''
:'''Raj''': (interview) But...it's hard.
:'''Gordon''': Hey what do you think this is a talk show? '''COOK YOUR FUCKING DISH AND SHUT YOUR FAT MOUTH!!!'''
:'''Raj''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Vinny, get a piece of salmon on there, yes?
:'''Vinny''': Yes chef. (interview) Raj just cannot cook at all, anything, ever. (back in the kitchen) Give me a time. (inteview) So I gotta go there and do it for him. (back in the kitchen) Hot behind, salmon on the pass.
:'''Gordon''': Perfect, let's go.
:'''Narrator''': Thanks to Vinny, Raj's salmon is finally making its way out to the dining room.

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

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

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

=== Episode Five [8.05] ===

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

=== Episode Seven [8.07] ===
:''[Nona and Rob are up for elimination]''
:'''Gordon:''' Rob, give me your jacket big boy... (Rob takes off his jacket) ...because it's filthy and dirty. This is a clean one, get it on and get back in line!

=== Episode Eight [8.08] ===
:''[Trev has just been thrown out of the service]''
:'''Trev:''' (interview) I'm pissed at myself, 'cos I'm supposed to be the guy that can do anything. I feel like shit because I've let them down. They expected me to be Superman, and Clark Kent showed up.

=== Episode Nine [8.09] ===
:'''Narrator:''' It's more than two hours into the dinner service. (shot of Russell, Vinny and Nona) Three chefs have already been kicked out of the kitchen, and much to Rob's confusion, he is about to join them.
:'''Gordon:''' (quietly, to Rob) Get out.
:'''Rob:''' Why, chef?
:'''Gordon:''' WHY?! BECAUSE THE HALIBUT'S FUCKING RAW! THAT'S WHY, CHEF ROB! GET OUT!
:'''Narrator:''' Which leaves only one chef left to complete service in the blue kitchen, and ironically...
:'''Trev:''' (interview) Uh... hi?
:'''Narrator:''' ...it's Trev.
:'''Trev:''' (interview) The whole service just fell on my shoulders. I'm just gonna have to push the fear down and fight through it.
:'''Gordon:''' Salmon!
:'''Trev:''' Good to go.
:'''Gordon:''' Ooh, la la. Well done, Trev. Service!
:'''Trev:''' (interview) It was like a big light just kinda opened in the dark sky, and I'm gettin' it.

=== Episode Eleven [8.11] ===
:'''Jillian''': (interview) I thought Michelin was a tire.

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

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

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

=== Episode Twelve [8.12] ===
:'''Gordon:''' This is like a joke. It's like you've been Punk'd, like you've been set up to look stupid.

== [[w:Hell's Kitchen (U.S. season 9)|Season 9]] ==

=== Episode One [9.01] ===

[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? Wanna be stars? MY ASS! Right now, none of you are stars. Resumés mean nothing, got it?
:'''Chefs''': Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Got it?
:'''Chefs''': (louder voice) Yes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Un-fucking real.

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:'''Gordon''': BLUE TEAM!
:'''Paul''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': No garnish anywhere, still fragmented and look! (referring to a piece of burnt cod) It's burnt!
[Chef Ramsay holds the tray of cod, shows it the blue team and slams it on the workstation]
:'''Gordon''': (calling out Chino) Chino, come here you! Get out my sight.
:'''Scott Leibfried''': Sit down.
:'''Grodon''': Scott, get him peeling onions and garlic, but away from the stove!
:'''Scott Leibfried''': There you go. At least you won't be burning any of that shit.
:'''Chino''': (interview) Ugh.
:'''Gordon''': Absolute fucking useless!

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:'''Elise''': (letting Carrie to cook a fish) I'll cook the fish, I'll cook it.
:'''Narrator''': But Elise has other plans.
:'''Carrie''': I got it babe. No, I got it.
:'''Elise''': Don't push me!
:'''Carrie''': Thank you.
:'''Elise''': (interview) Clearly, Carrie is the weaker cook than I am. So I felt like I want to take charge to impress Chef Ramsay.
:'''Gordon''': Why is she (referring Elise) cooking fish?
:'''Carrie''': I don't know the way she's doing. She just came here and grabbed it, Chef. (interview) Are you fucking kidding me? That bitch is crazy.
:'''Gordon''': (to Carrie) What in the fuck is she doing?
:'''Carrie''': I didn't let her cook and she just came here and grabbed it, Chef.
:'''Elise''': So I was gonna cooking for you because we're on the team, right?
:'''Gordon''': Ugh.
:'''Carrie''': She trying to prove a point.
:'''Gordon''': Elise!
:'''Elise''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': (holds a ticket) I got six top dying on the appetizers! 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!!!

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:'''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.

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[The customers have begun walking out]
:'''James''': Chef...
:'''Gordon''': James?
:'''James''': Tables are walking out.
:'''Gordon''': Blue team, they're walking out! You Muppet, get up your fat 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.
:'''Gordon''': I'M TALKING ABOUT THE CUSTOMERS! NOT THE FUCKING PANS!
:'''Steven''': Yes, chef.
:'''Gordon''': Any ideas?
:'''Steven''': No.
:'''Gordon''': Hey, what are you going to do now? They are walking out! '''FUCK OFF!'''
:'''Brendan''': (interview) From that point, it was a train wreck on ice. There's nothing we can do about it.
:'''Gordon''': Stop! You're out of your misery!
[Chef Ramsay throws spoon then goes to the red kitchen]
:'''Carrie''': (to Red team) Let's do this ladies, come on. Let's not disappoint the customers.
:'''Gordon''': Carrie! They've gone! (brief pause) SHUT IT DOWN!
:'''Carrie''': Shit!

=== Episode Two [9.02] ===

:'''Chino''': (comes to the pass with risotto) Risotto, chef.
:'''Scott Leibfried''': I can't believe it, he did it again.
:'''Gordon''': (comes back to the workstation with risotto and scrapes it) I've got another burned risotto, it's burnt. (Throws spoon and risotto in the bin) '''It's FUCKING BURNT!!!''' 
[Chino was disgusted in an interview]
:'''Gordon''': Chino, what the fuck is going on? How long for the risotto?
:'''Chino''': Eight minutes chef.
:'''Gordon''': Eight minutes? (to James) Excuse me, I apologize for the risotto, it's falling behind, yes? (to Chino) Come on, Chino!
:'''Chino''': (voiceover) Right now, I have to take this one seriously like nobody else. I have to prove to Chef Ramsay that I belong here.
:'''Gordon''': (gives Chino a warning) If you burned me that risotto one more time. Look at me...
:'''Chino''': No chef.
:'''Gordon''': Hey, look at me... I'll drag you out of here.
:'''Chino''': No chef. No chef.

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[After failed to serve a single entrée after three attempts; Chef Ramsay has finally had enough with the blue team]
:'''Gordon''': Aw, come on. (After discovered a sea bass was raw) Brendan, it's raw.
:'''Will''': (to Brendan) Come on, bro! Really?! (interview) Brendan, you suck! You suck!
:'''Gordon''': Blue team, blue team!
:'''Paul''': Yes chef?
:'''Gordon''': Stop! It's just got worse. Not one entrée has left together yet. NOT ONE! (Chino) You fucked me on the risotto! (Tommy) You screwed me on the duck and now I got a raw bass! What are you going to do now?! Any suggestions?
[No one replied from the blue team]
:'''Gordon''': I got one big suggestion: You, you, you, you, you, you! '''Fuck off out of here! GET UPSTAIRS!'''
:'''Jonathon''': (interview) What the fuck man?! It is so frustrated, dude. I made us a 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.

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[The blue team lost the dinner service second time in a row]
:'''Gordon''': Men, I'm disappointed. Will?
:'''Will''': Yes, chef?
:'''Gordon''': Who should leave Hell's Kitchen tonight?
:'''Will''': A hundred per cent, Brendan and Chino.
:'''Gordon''': Paul, who should go?
:'''Paul''': Brendan and Chino.
:'''Gordon''': Jonathon?
:'''Jonathon''': I have vote for Brendan and Chino.
:'''Gordon''': If you have to pick one?
:'''Jonathon''': I choose Chino.

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