Hell's Kitchen, Season 10

[During the signature dish challenge]

Gordon:
Right, first name is?

Tavon:
Tavon.

Gordon:
Your position now is what?

Tavon:
Executive Chef at (Washington) D.C.

Gordon:
Wow. And how old are you?

Tavon:
I'm only 22.

Gordon:
You're only 22?

Tavon:
Yes.

Gordon:
And you're an executive chef running brigade of chefs?

Tavon:
Yes.

Gordon:
Well done. Amazing.

Tavon:
Thanks.

Gordon:
What is it? Jesus!

Tavon:
Shrimp scallops and crab with top of fettuccine noodles and alfredo sauce with whiskey infused.

[Gordon tastes Tavon's signature dish]

Gordon:
How much vinegar you put in there?

Tavon:
A dime in a drizzle. A more in a drizzle.

Gordon:
It is really hideous. This red coming is really bad. I mean really bad.

[Gordon checks on scallops brought up by Roshni; finds that they're raw]

Gordon:
Hey, all of you, come here!

Dana:
Oh, man!

Barbie:
(interview) This is so bullshit! Wow!

Gordon:
I've had enough! Just touch these! (to Roshni) I mean honestly?

Roshni:
Sorry, chef.

Gordon:
Here we standing here forty-five minutes into service, we haven't got the fucking appetisers out. [Roshni throws the raw scallops in the bin] (to Roshni) Get out! Get out of there!

Roshni:
(holds the pan) No, chef! No!

Gordon:
Hey, look at me! look!

Roshni:
Please?

Gordon:
I'm not telling you one more time, get the fuck out of here! Fuck off upstairs! Get out! (to Barbie) Barbie! Get on the scallops! Cook me fucking scallops!

Barbie:
Yes, chef.

Roshni:
[exits the kitchen and throws her apron out] (interview) I've never ever walked off to the light and I'm always completed dinner service. (cries)

[Gordon returns to the workstation with scallops brought up by Justin]

Gordon:
Okay stop! You (points to Justin) don't touch another fucking scallop! Come here! Just touch these! Touch them! (Clemenza touches the scallops) Jesus Christ!! [goes to Justin's station; finds that the scallops are poorly sliced] Why they're all broken? What the fuck have you done?

Justin:
(interview) I'm working with scallops. They were complete shit. I was completely sabotaged.

Gordon:
Who sliced all these?

Justin:
Someone else did my part, chef.

Chris Carrero:
Who sliced the scallops? Chef has asked a question!

Tavon:
I did.

Gordon:
Come here you, executive chef. Come here. Look at these.[holds up some scallops] Expensive hand dived scallops. Look, you sabotaged them.

Patrick:
(interview) This is ugly. The scallops were just mutilated.

Gordon:
Hold on, it gets better. [shows a scallop ripped in half] Look at this one!

Clemenza:
(interview) It looked like they got cut with a paper clip!

Gordon:
I mean FUCKING HELL!! Look!

Justin:
That's it. That's everything.

Brian:
(interview) We're in trouble.

Gordon:
(to Tavon) You sliced all them?! We haven't even served one fucking table! [knocks the workstation twice] They're all fucked! Look! Look! I've got a bunch of idiots here!!

Gordon:
(to Tavon) Hey you, executive chef. Do you actually cook in your restaurant?

Tavon:
Yes I do.

Gordon:
And do they do the same there?

Tavon:
Do we do what?

Gordon:
The same shit?

Tavon:
No.

Gordon:
So why are you doing it here?

Tavon:
I guess I froze, I mean.

Gordon:
You FROZE?

Tavon:
What else-what else do you want me to say?

Gordon:
You haven't even fucking defrosted! [Tavon laughs to himself] You think it's funny? All those fucking customers? Do me a favour.

Tavon:
Yeah?

Gordo:
Fuck off upstairs! Get out!

Tavon:
(interview) This is the first time I've ever been kicked out of the kitchen in my career. Chef Ramsay, you're a fucking douchebag.

Gordon:
One onion tart, one spaghetti, how long?

Brian:
What are we waiting on? What do we got?

Gordon:
What are waiting on? I'm waiting on some fucking TALENT!!

Brian:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
THIS IS A FUCKING JOKE!!

[Gordon checks and eats a piece of spaghetti; finds that it's crunchy]

Gordon:
[returns to the workstation; to Royce] Hey you, come here. Crunchy fucking spaghetti. Crunchy. You can just see it. Pick that up, look. Crunchy.

Royce:
Sorry, chef. I'll have another one in thirty seconds.

Gordon:
Hey, hey. Get out!

Royce:
I'll have another one in thirty seconds!

Gordon:
Hey, hey! Look at me! GET OUT!! Join the fucking exec upstairs! GET THE FUCK OUTTA HERE!!

Gordon:
I've become fucking out of this, like a bunch of idiots here!

Don:
Come on guys, we need a down rally here.

Guy:
(interview) Don is a living in his own world, he was wondering around not knowing what fuck not to do himself.

Gordon:
[holds the ticket] Two caesar salad, one onion tart, how long?

Chris Carrero:
Onion tart working! Get on onion tart! Three right now! Three right now! [brings to the pass] Check this it, man!

Gordon:
Put the tray down! Put the fucking tray down! [knocks the workstation] Fucking RAW!! [calling all remaining members of the blue team] All of you, ALL OF YOU!

Brian:
Oh, shit!

Gordon:
RAW!!!

Patrick:
Fuck!

Gordon:
You (Chris Carrero) can't cook pastry! END OF THE DAY FOR ME! GET OUT!!! All of you, GET OUT!!!

Justin:
(interview) Never in my life having so embarrassed and whoever is the line that wasn't embarrassed doesn't belong anyone in the kitchen.

[Gordon returns to the workstation with wellingtons brought up by Christina Wilson]

Gordon:
It's still the same fucking table, all of you come here!

Kimmie:
Fuck me!

Gordon:
Look! (grabs a wellington) It's like fucking snot! There's just no thought! Shut it down and fucking clean up!

Red team:
Yes, chef.

Robyn:
Fuck! [Gordon throws his towel on the workstation]

[The Blue Team has lost and has to nominate two people for elimination.]

Gordon:
Patrick.

Patrick:
Yes?

Gordon:
First nominee and why?

Patrick:
Our first nominee is Tavon. He was in charge of the hot appetizers, and the squab really set us off the wrong way, and he couldn't recover from those.

Gordon:
Yeah, he got screwed by a pigeon. [Christina Wilson smirks] Second nominee and why?

Patrick:
The second nominee, uh, is Don. [Don rolls his eyes]

Gordon:
Don?! Why? He didn't even cook. Not only did you put in a shit performance, but you came to a crap consensus! The two worst tonight: Tavon... and Royce.

Gordon:
Tavon may have been an executive chef at 22, but he did little to impress me in his short stay in Hell's Kitchen.

[Gordon returns to the workstation with risotto brought up by Brianna]

Gordon:
All of you, come here. Three risottos of the same table. A light one, a dark one and a medium one. The same fucking table.

Brianna:
(interview) Ohh! Dagger in the heart, shit!

Gordon:
Who's in charge of the appetisers?

Brianna:
I am.

Gordon:
So you don't them into one pan and finish them together?

Brianna:
I should have.

Gordon:
You put them on together one minute to go into one big pan, fuck me!

Danielle Rimmer:
(interview) I'm like, "Brianna, do something." You're supposed to do everything.

Gordon:
COME ON!! Hurry up! Get them into one pan! I'm not going to serve them in three different colours!

Brianna:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Oh, my God!

[The blue team is trying to cook on their first entrées]

Gordon:
Two wellington, two opah! How long?

Justin:
Coming out now, chef! Coming out! Out! [brings the wellington to the pass]

Gordon:
Where's the opah?

Chris Carrero:
Right behind.

Gordon:
[checking Chris' opah] Fucking hell, that's raw! Stone-fucking-cold! All of you, come here! [calls Chris] You, especially! Just touch that! Cold, touch that! Here look! [Blue team touches the cold opah] Touch......it's stone-cold you... [smashes the opah twice on the tray] ARGH! AAH! DAMN THAT! Who cooked the wellington?

Justin:
I did, chef.

Gordon:
Because they're cooked perfectly. Take it back now.

(8:
06 pm)

Narrator:
Two hours into dinner service and not a single entrée is left either kitchen, patience is wearing thin in the dining room.

Female diner:
I'm hungry.

James:
We do apologize.

Narrator:
And the red kitchen is crumbling quickly.

Robyn:
How long is the bass?

Barbie:
Two minutes, guys.

Robyn:
A real fucking two minutes or a playful two minutes?

Christina Wilson:
Coming through. Pardon me, Chef.

Gordon:
[sees the fish cooking] I've got six bass going. What?

Tiffany Johnson:
Chef, I told them to start the bass. Because--

Gordon:
Six???

Tiffany Johnson:
Yes.

Gordon:
They should be cooked to order! It's fish!

Barbie:
Coming down with scallops.

Tiffany Johnson:
(interview) I don't understand why I'm getting yelled at. I'm trying to fucking put out food for the customers. I mean, I'm pissed off that he's mad at me.

Gordon:
Ladies, STOP! ALL OF YOU, COME HERE! (Tiffany) You're telling her (Danielle) to cook six bass for three tables in front of what we're doing. [points to Barbie's scallops] And then this arrives!

Roshni:
(interview) Agh! We're screwed.

Gordon:
For the seventh time, touch them! Touch them! (he touches the scallops, then the red team touches it) All of you, GET OUT! (Barbie) And you, take that with you, get out of my fucking sight, GET OUT! OUT!

Christina Wilson:
(interview) God! Oh, my God!

Gordon:
Absolutely useless! [sees the mess that the Red team left] HOLY FUCK.

Robyn:
I got fish! I got fish you cocky bitch!

Barbie:
Don't you ever fucking call me a bitch again, you understand?

[Gordon returns an overcooked steak to the workstation]

Gordon:
All of you, come here! What is that?

Clemenza:
A piece of overcooked steak.

Gordon:
I'm opening a steakhouse in Vegas! [gives the steak to Clemenza] Take that.

Clemenza:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
And fuck off! All of you, get out! Get out! Get out!

[Barbie wakes up the entire dorm by stomping her feet on the floor]

Robyn:
(interview) What the fuck is that?

Barbie:
(interview) Wake up.

Robyn:
I don't even make that much noise when I walk.

Robyn:
Do you want to rumble this morning?

Barbie:
I just want everybody to remember where they are and what we're here to do!

Tiffany Johnson:
What are you doing?!

Barbie:
I just washed the dishes!

Tiffany Johnson:
I came out here with you going like this, you dumb bitch! (interview) Somebody needs to tell that fucking bitch what's up! (to Barbie) You're about to get choked out! Knock it off! Grow up! You're 33!

Barbie:
I'm not about to get choked out!

Justin:
(off screen) Yo! People are trying to sleep!

Tiffany Johnson:
You want to get fucking choked out? You want to get fucking choked out?! You dumb cunt! Yeah, cunt!

Barbie:
(interview) Shaking in my boots, I'm shaking.

Robyn:
I'm this close to snapping your neck.

[Dana brings her lobster spaghetti to the pass]

Gordon:
Put it down! [checks her spaghetti; finds that it has too much sauce] Fuck, it's like soup. Dana? [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here. It's like canned soup! How much sauce you in there, Dana?

Dana:
Too much, chef.

Gordon:
[pours the spaghetti on a plate and drops the pan on the plate] Just fuck off will you? I mean, it's just like piss!

Dana:
I have another one coming right now chef.

[Clemenza has found out that he has ran out of wellingtons for the US Marines table]

Gordon:
US Marines, how long?

Clemenza:
(interview) I'm in trouble. This is not good. (to Gordon) Chef, I don't have anymore.

Gordon:
Say that again?

Clemenza:
Chef, I don't have anymore.

Gordon:
Hey, fucking baby rhino screws the Marines! IT'S PATHETIC!! IT'S THE US MARINES! (to Clemenza) Hey, let's go you. Your fucking mess, you get yourself out of it. (to James) I know it's going to look embarrassing, fucking take him to the Marines.

James:
Yes, chef.

[Gordon asks for dumplings for the cod dish in the Red kitchen]

Gordon:
Where's the dumplings?

Roshni:
Coming chef.

Gordon:
Coming?

Roshni:
I'm sorry, chef.

Gordon:
They're not ready yet?

Roshni:
No, chef.

Gordon:
Because you forgot?

Roshni:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Pathetic!

Robyn:
(interview) Rosh, where are the dumplings? "I forgot." Really? Really?!

Gordon:
Can I get two full portions of cod?! With the garnish!

Barbie, Roshni & Brianna:
Yes, chef!

[Gordon returns a cod dish to the workstation]

Gordon:
Hey, come here all of you. [throws his spoon away; splits a dumpling in half] Here's the big insult. Just touch them. Stone-cold. Pass it on, touch it. They're cold. Stone-cold.

Dana:
(interview) Touch these. TOUCH THESE! Oh, Roshni! Dumplings? Come on, that's the easiest part of the dish!

Gordon:
(to Roshni) You can't even poach a dumpling!

Roshni:
I'm sorry, chef.

Gordon:
Brutal!

[Gordon checks on cod brought up by Brianna]

Gordon:
I got a half portion of fucking cod. Where's the other half gone?

Sous-Chef Andi:
Yeah.

Gordon:
Stop, all of you! [raises a piece of cod] That's barely a portion and where's that going?

Christina Wilson:
Fuck!

Brianna:
Ugh! I didn't realize they shrink down that much, chef.

Gordon:
It's a bit like your brain. Not only it has shrunk, but it has disappeared! Can I have two New York strip and two full portions of cod?!

Red team:
Yes, chef!

[Gordon checks on cod and wellingtons brought up by Brianna and Kimmie]

Gordon:
Oh, Jesus. (on the cod) Burned underneath. (on the wellingtons) I got a raw meat here. [returns to the workstation] Who cooked the wellington?

Kimmie:
I did, chef.

Gordon:
Kimmie? I got one sort of rare and one sort of looking weird. [slams the wellingtons on the workstation] Look at that.

Kimmie:
Fuck me, dude!

Gordon:
And here's the big insult: [holds a piece of burnt cod] Boiled one side and black the next. It's over two hours. It's been a nightmare. Pathetic!

Robyn:
(interview) Chef's definitely about to explode. [imitates a bomb falling down]

Gordon:
You'll never get entrées out like this, ever! 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 of you. Fuck off out of here! Get out! Out! And one more thing! GET OUT!

[After Clemenza present lampchop dish from team challenge]

Gordon:
The lamb chop looks like Steven Tyler's earlobe.

[Gordon checks on risotto brought up by Danielle]

Gordon:
Hey, [returns to the workstation] all of you, come here. Taste that, yeah? Just fucking taste that. How does that taste?

Tiffany Johnson:
Undercooked and not seasoned.

Gordon:
(to Christina) How does that, you? Tell me.

Christina Wilson:
I just spit it out chef.

Gordon:
Oh, really?

Danielle Rimmer:
It was undercooked chef. Sorry.

Gordon:
So you're rushing and cooking bland food! [knocks his hand on the workstation] Come on, Danielle!

Danielle Rimmer:
It's coming chef.

[Gordon checks on cod brought up by Brian]

Gordon:
Cod's raw. BRIAN! Hey you, Bozo come here! Cod is raw. Fucking cat food. [gets a piece of cod, then throws it on the workstation] Fuck off will you?!

Brian:
[knocks his hand on the workstation] Fuck me!

Gordon:
(to Brian) Hey, hello chef! Wha-what is that? [tosses a small piece of cod to him]

Justin:
Get another one in the pan guys.

Gordon:
Three cod, two lamb. How long?

Brian:
One minute chef.

Guy:
You need help?

Brian:
I got it. (interview) I just can't seem to cook fish. I just can't seem to do it tonight!

Gordon:
Three cod, two lamb. What are we waiting on?

Brian:
The cod chef.

Gordon:
Oh, come on. Check if that's cooked Justin.

Justin:
Oui chef.

Blue team:
What's going on?

Justin:
That's burnt.

Brian:
Fuck. I burned my goddamn fish.

Gordon:
Oh, my God.

Gordon:
Three cod, two lamb. How long?

Brian:
I have one cod left chef.

Gordon:
You ran out of cod?

Brian:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
What? Hey you, what in the fuck are you doing?!

Narrator:
It's an hour and fifteen minutes into dinner service and neither kitchen has sent out an entrée.

Gordon:
James?

James:
[enters the blue kitchen] Yes, chef?

Gordon:
We ran out of cod. Can we serve the sea bass?

James:
Yes, chef. [exits the kitchen]

Gordon:
Let's go. Three bass, two lamb.

Brian:
Yes, chef. Coming right now, baby.

Gordon:
Hey! "It's coming, baby"??

Brian:
Sorry, chef.

Gordon:
You COOK like a fucking baby!

Brian:
Won't happen again, chef.

Gordon:
GET OUT! [slams his hand on the table]

Brian:
Yes, chef. [bangs his hand on side of the oven as he exits] FUCK!

Gordon:
What's the matter with that jerk?!

Brian:
[throws his apron in the dorms] Come on, man!

Justin:
I'll take it from here.

[Gordon checks on wellingtons brought up by Roshni]

Gordon:
Oh, fuck me. It's still stone-cold. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here.

Roshni:
(whispering) No, no, no, no.

Gordon:
This far into service, look. It's fucking raw! (to Roshni) You, get out!

Roshni:
Chef, please no! Can I get one more--

Gordon:
Get out! GET OUT!! PISS OFF!! Can someone put that one back in the oven?

Roshni:
But, I have a fresh one!

Gordon:
GET OUT!

Gordon:
Come on, Donald! Let's go!

Don:
One minute, chef.

Gordon:
One minute.

Guy:
(interview) One minute, I'm going up.

Scott:
You've got to be kidding me.

Royce:
(interview) One minute!!

Don:
One minute on that steak, chef.

Gordon:
Donald!!

Don:
One minute, chef.

Gordon:
Three minutes ago, you said one minute, yeah?

Don:
Yeah, I'm right there. One minute!

Gordon:
What's going on? You're shouting "one minute" just like a fucking idiot!

Don:
Uhm... Like a minute and a half.

Gordon:
Oh, my God. Fucking hell! Come on, Donald!

Don:
Yes, chef! Coming up. [delivers his meat to the pass] Sorry, chef.

Gordon:
Jesus Christ!! [checks the steak] What the fuck? Oh, my God! [returns to the workstation] Yeah, stop, STOP!! [Don groans] You keep me waiting and they arrive in the window, medium-well. And you're telling me one minute, I came back four minutes later it's still one minute.

Don:
Fuck.

Gordon:
Get out! Fuck off!

Narrator:
For some reason, both Royce and Justin are cooking fish.

Gordon:
Two bass! Let's go!

Justin:
Oui, Chef! One minute!

Royce:
One minute!

Gordon:
Hey, who's cooking the bass?

Royce:
Right here, chef.

Justin:
I am, chef.

Royce:
I got your bass.

Justin:
I have my hands for this order.

Royce:
I got two more.

Gordon:
Oh my GOD! Hey Royce, are you stupid?!

Royce:
No.

Gordon:
You've (Royce) got bass there, he's (Justin) got bass there! It's the same table, you idiots! And not ONE of you are fucking communicating! Both of you, fuck off out of here!

Justin:
Fucking hell...

Gordon:
Fuck off!

[After service, Gordon addresses both teams]

Gordon:
Tonight, it was painful just watching you disintegrate. It was like having a root canal and passing a kidney stone at the same fucking time! The losing team has to be... both teams. All of you, go back to the dorms, and come up with two individuals from each team that you want to send home. Now fuck off out of here, will you?

Gordon:
Everyone in Hell's Kitchen starts at the bottom. Unfortunately, Don stayed there.

[Gordon prepares to open Hell's Kitchen for Mexican Night.]

Gordon:
Let's go. Uh, James...

[James is wearing an enormous Sombrero.]

Gordon:
What the fuck are you wearing???

[Dana and Kimmie are about to bring their entrées to the pass]

Dana:
Are you putting these all in one thing?

Kimmie:
Yeah. [puts her meat into Dana's tray of fish; Dana brings them to the pass]

Gordon:
Look, hey look. Fish and meat on the same tray. Meat dripping into the fish, fish dripping into the meat.

Dana:
(interview) I said to her, "where do you want me to put these. To all in this one tray?" She's like, "yeah, sure. Put it on that tray."

Gordon:
Who put that on there? That's disgusting. Who done that?

Kimmie:
(interview) I'm waiting on Dana to say she did it because that bitch did it!

Gordon:
How can you put that onto one fucking tray?! [throws his spoon away]

Dana:
(interview) I think Kimmie need to grow some balls. It's your station, man up!

Gordon:
Who put that on there? Was it a ghost? Somebody tell me what is happening! Fucking idiots!

Kimmie:
I did, chef!

Gordon:
Fucking tray! [throws his spoon away]

[Gordon checks on pork brought up by Danielle]

Gordon:
All of you!

Robyn:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
STOP!!

Robyn:
Oh, fuck!

Gordon:
Yeah, come here! The ultimate insult. Raw pork! Not pink, not slightly undercooked, fucking RAW!! [smashes the pork] SHIT!! [throws his spoon across the workstation]

Robyn:
(interview) He was pissed! I felt really bad for the pig. The pig didn't do it, it was Danielle.

Danielle:
Sorry, chef.

Gordon:
Oh, Danielle.

Narrator:
And in the Red Kitchen...

Gordon:
Where's the pork?!

Danielle:
Right here!

Narrator:
Danielle is looking to redeem herself with her second attempt at the pork.

[Danielle brings up the pork]

Danielle:
I think it's good. If it's not, I'm going to freak out.

[Gordon starts to cut into the pork.]

Dana:
Oh shit! Danielle, he's cutting it. So just get another one going...

[Danielle gapes in horror]

Robyn:
He's coming back!

Christina Wilson:
Danny, get the pan hot. Right now!

Robyn:
He's coming back! It's raw!

Christina Wilson:
Danny, get another pork working right now. Now!

[Gordon turns around with the tray of pork]

Gordon:
Hey! Just STOP!! Raw pork again! Pink and bloody in the middle! I give up! (to Danielle) And one more thing! GET OUT!!

[Gordon checks on pork brought up by Justin; finds that it's raw]

Gordon:
(to Clemenza and Justin) Hey, both of you come here! (knocks the workstation) Come on!

Clemenza:
(to Justin) I said it wasn't done.

Gordon:
(shows the raw pork) That is it. GET OUT!

Clemenza:
Yes, chef. (to Justin) I said it wasn't done.

Justin:
Can I please-?

Gordon:
GET OUT!!

Narrator:
The total number of chefs in the dorms is now up to five and in the red kitchen, Barbie is taking special precautions to make sure she isn't joining them.

[Barbie uses her meat thermometer in her chicken breast]

Gordon:
Hey you, come here you. Give me that. The day we need, look at me, a thermometer. The day we need that to cook a breast of chicken! You, GET OUT!!

Tiffany:
(interview) I don't know why she can't cook chicken, I really don't. Cooking a breast of chicken is about as easy as taking a shit. Anybody can do that. Are you that dumb?

[Tiffany brings her mashed potatoes to the pass, Gordon checks it; finds that it's burnt]

Gordon:
Tiffany, put that down.

Tiffany:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
Look at me. Seriously, I've had enough. [slams the pan on the workstation] Shit burned mash. Get out. Get out! I swear to God, I don't give a fuck if the whole team goes home tonight, I - don't - care!

Dana:
(interview) Chef Ramsay's been on like a kicking out spree right now. I'm scared shitless right now, I'm not going to lie!

[Royce has gotten kicked out, leaving just Brian and Roshni in the Blue kitchen]

Brian:
(interview) All of a sudden, it's just me and Roshe. Holy shhhiiittt!

Gordon:
I don't give a fuck if I finish this table on my own with Scott. I don't care anymore.

Roshni:
(interview) We are screwed, big time.

[The swimsuit competition of the fashion show begins]

James:
(presents the second presentation) The swimwear designs of Amanda Che.

[Shows the faces of models in swimsuits]

Brian:
Fuck man. (interview) Holy shit! That is sexy!

[Shows more models walking the runway; Patrick smirks his eyes]

Justin:
Fucking rice is cooked, there is gone around.

Guy:
Ladies and gentlemen. [he begins to stare with models] Fucking risotto. Don't go, guys. (interview) If you hold these ladies, there is go around. If I see these models that are not going to distract me out. Let's go.

Scott Leibfried:
Beef on a pan and up in a sear?

Guy:
If I had on those steaks, that's gonna shit!

[Guy begins dreaming with those models]

Gordon:
Guy, focus! Guy! Guy! Your pan is on fire! Fuck! You're fucking charring now! Look at what are you fuck doing here? Is it filet steak. I am nearly flat so it needs to be doing beautifully cook with control.

Patrick:
(interview) All Guy I had to do was to stir off the beef and then it had finish to let everything for a rest that it seems pretty simple and basic that needs a hard time ever get and turned it out.

Gordon:
Show's almost over, can we get a grip? WAKE UP!

Patrick and Guy:
Yes, chef.

[Robyn has run out of beef and is trying to get someone to get some more from the Blue kitchen.]

Robyn:
Someone go get me another fucking beef, please.

Dana:
(interview) Fuck no! I'm not going over to the Blue kitchen and getting my ass reamed!

Robyn:
(interview) So all these fucking girls on my team talk up the talk but they don't back it up! Get your fucking finger out of your ass and stop being fucking scared!

Robyn:
Christina! I need more beef!

Christina:
Alright. Two?

Christina:
(interview) You are so going to notice a Red jacket in the Blue kitchen, it's not even funny...

[Christina enters the Blue kitchen, unnoticed]

Christina:
(interview) I was looking, and I'm looking and I started to go in...

Gordon:
(to the blue team) Let's go!

Christina:
(interview) And then, here comes Chef Ramsay. And I was all like "Fuck this!"

[Christina quickly leaves the Blue kitchen]

[After the successful dinner service, Gordon has discovered the swordfish was left on a tray]

Gordon:
What is all that - oh fuck me! (Calls the Blue Team; as they lost the service) Stop, stop, ALL OF YOU!

Roshni:
(interview) Shit man, now what!

Gordon:
Who cooked this? (to Clemenza) Clemenza, come here you! What the fuck have you done?

Brian:
(interview) Oh, no, no, no. (moans)

Gordon:
(to Royce) Royce, come here you!

Royce:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
[puts out all of the leftover of swordfish into the workstation] 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11. Why did you cook so much?

Royce:
No idea, chef.

Gordon:
Clemenza?

Clemenza:
I called them into 18 that can make four more.

Gordon:
That's not four more, its 11 more!

Gordon:
(to Royce) You told him (Clemenza), 18?

Royce:
No. That I told him sixteen plus one.

Clemenza:
Okay, seventeen. (interview) I say what the fuck is sixteen plus one? You called fucking seventeen, you jerkoff!

[The Blue Team unanimously voted to send Clemenza home]

Clemenza:
Chef, I chased animals, I dug trees, I gave it my all every single time that I've been in that kitchen. I played 100% and I have not once, not once ever have I stopped and let my guard down. Once I have tried to help everybody and do everything I can possible, and I always played 100% and everybody's trying to fucking get rid of me, but you know what? I still put out better food than everybody standing there.

[Gordon checks on the lobster by Patrick]

Gordon:
Oh my God, fuck me. [returns the lobster to the work station] Hey come here you, ALL OF YOU! Not one of you know what the fuck is going on, and you're embarrassing in front of him (Tito Ortiz). Cold lobster for the second time tonight! I swear to God. Look at me - I've got one big message to you - hey you! Get out... fuck off! I'll do it on my own. Get out! Get out!

Justin:
I don't want to get out, chef.

Gordon:
[to Justin] Want to argue in front of me? I'm fucking ready. Get out, you (Roshni) get out, fuck off, totally fucking useless. GET OUT! [The Blue Team leave the kitchen] GET OUT!

[Thanks to Patrick and Roshni the Blue Team were kicked out of service and the Red Team finished for them]

Narrator:
With dinner service complete.

Justin:
He's really mad.

Brian:
[to Justin] Yeah, as he should be.

Justin:
[to Brian] No, really mad.

[Chef Scott enters the dorms]

Narrator:
Chef Scott makes a rare visit to the dorm

Scott:
Let's go everybody downstairs

Blue Team:
Yes, Chef [The Blue Team head upstairs]

Scott:
Chef wants to talk to all of you.

Brian:
Yes, chef.

Scott:
Right now.

[The Blue Team head downstairs and enter the corridor, only to be stopped by Ramsay at the doorway to the dorms]

Gordon:
Stay there, all of you just stay there. There's no way on Earth you're going back in there, I'm done. Red Team finished for you, brilliantly, BRILLIANTLY! How can they be so much better than you?

Brian:
They're not, Chef.

Gordon:
They're not?

Brian:
No.

Gordon:
[to Brian] You serve me soupy fucking risotto, (Roshni) wellingtons undercooked, (Patrick) cold lobster twice. [throws his towel] It's an absolute fucking joke.

Brian:
(interview) He had every right to be mad it was embarrassing. It's our seventh dinner service it's embarrassing .

Gordon:
All of you, get upstairs and decide on two individuals leaving, don't take long. Fuck off! [The Blue Team return to the dorms]

Gordon:
Roshni is a small lady with a big heart. Unfortunately, her performance tonight matched her stature.

[The blue team has served several pizza, Gordon is awaiting for pizza from the red team]

Gordon:
There's a lovely young lady waiting for her pizza. COME ON TIFFANY!!!

Tiffany:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
You're so slow.

Tiffany:
Yes, chef! (interview) I really hate cooking for children. Kids don't know what fine dining is... so their opinions really don't matter to me (laughs).

Robyn:
(looking underneath the pizza dough It's burnt. Look. Just cut that part.

Tiffany:
I don't give a shit. (interview) I really don't like kids at all.

Gordon:
Pizza, how long?

Tiffany:
Coming right out chef. [bring the pizza to the pass]

Gordon:
Come on, please!

Tiffany:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
The idea of a pizza is to serve first.

Andi:
This side is alright, [looks underneath the pizza] but I don't want to eat that.

Gordon:
It's for kids! Fuck me. (to Tiffany) Stop!

Tiffany:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Now we're sending burnt pizza. Not crispy and delicious. Fucking burnt. Burnt with bits of shit in there. What is going on?? All of you get a grip.

Red team:
Yes, chef.

[Tiffany gets accidentally hit in the head by Robyn with the pizza oven peel while cleaning it]

[The red team has begun the entrées]

Kimmie:
(interview) Robyn is acting as crazy as fuck right now. I honestly think she's still holding a grudge for the challenge about that fucking ribeye.

Robyn:
Kimmie, lets me when you're walking, okay.

Kimmie:
Sure will.

Robyn:
I'm coming, okay?

Kimmie:
Yeah. I'm slicing, dude.

Robyn:
Can I walk?

Kimmie:
Euh, give me just one second.

Robyn:
Can I walk?

Kimmie:
Dammit!

Andi:
You guys, how long?

Kimmie:
Two minutes, chef, two minutes. These steaks are fucking huge. Not my fault. Not my fault, dude.

Robyn:
(interview and double flips at the camera) Really? Kimmie doesn't know what she's fucking doing. Fucking bitch!

Kimmie:
Running!

Robyn:
Alright, running.

Kimmie:
I got it. I got it. [both Kimmie and Robyn bringing the food to the pass] Bitch!

Andi:
(to Chef Ramsay) You're alright with that?

Gordon:
No. Nowhere near. Oh Jesus!

Robyn (interview):
Here we go, it's going down. Kimmie is going to get yelled at. This is going to be fun folks. Get the popcorn, because it's about to get good.

Gordon:
All of you!

Red team:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Come here. Hey look. We can't even get a steak cooked. It's badly sliced. Who did what here? Kimmie, Robyn, look at me, who done it then?

Kimmie:
I did the filets.

Robyn:
I cut the steak, chef.

Gordon:
Looked at the way it's [the steak] sliced. It's like it's be cut with a spoon. It's not even sliced there. And then next to it, where's the filet? That's cooked beautifully, it's sliced beautifully.

Kimmie:
(interview) HELL YEAH! I knew my shit was right. Robyn is fucking up and I just outshined her.

Gordon:
Blue team, away now Table 22, Concentrate. Three filet, one hanger steak.

Patrick:
Yes chef, four minutes. [Royce just stares at Gordon]

Gordon:
Royce doesn't even answer. Three filet, one hanger! Tell him, chef, three filet, one hanger.

Royce:
Yes, chef, three filet, one hanger!

Gordon:
One more time!

Royce:
Three filet, one hanger!

Gordon:
One more time!

Royce:
Three filet, one hanger!

Gordon:
One more time!

Royce:
Three filet, one hanger! I got two minutes on mine. [Ramsay claps slowly]

Patrick:
Give me three minutes-- three minutes, chef, on...

Gordon:
On what?

Patrick:
Two filet, one hanger.

Gordon:
Oh, my God!

Patrick:
Three filet! Sorry chef. Three filet, one hanger!

Gordon:
Hey, you! Hey, fuckwit. Come here you.

Patrick:
Fuck!

Gordon:
Hey, you! (Justin) On meat. Let's go. Patrick. Fuck off!

Patrick:
Oh, fuck me! Fuck!

Gordon:
Hey, outside and get some fresh air. Fuck off!

[Patrick goes into the dining room where a kid starts laughing at him]

[The red team bringing the next table of entrées to the pass]

Gordon:
Honestly, it's gets fucking worse. All of you come here. Just touch that fish there. Just touch how dry. It's got more fucking wrinkles on it than I have and I'm forty-four years of age. That should be put fucking fresh! [pounds the counter]

Kid dinner:
We not going to to yell unless he yells at one of the chefs.

Gordon:
How long ago did you cook that?

Robyn:
Three minutes ago.

Gordon:
Three minutes ago?

Robyn:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
That's fresh three minutes ago? Just touch.

Dana:
(interview) That shit is nasty.

Robyn:
I took it off three minutes ago and I covered it.

Gordon:
So? Again when did you cook it?

Robyn:
Seven minutes ago, then.

Gordon:
Oh. Seven minutes ago?

Robyn:
Well, I took out three minutes ago. So four minutes for to cook, so seven minutes ago.

Gordon:
Yeah, maybe seventeen minutes ago. [throws the plate with the fish onto the counter]

Kimmie:
(interview) You've got to be out of your fucking mind to lie to Chef Ramsay, because he knows, he's not stupid.

Robyn:
What's going on with the fish, Kimmie, I got to re-fire it.

Kimmie:
Three minutes.

Gordon:
Get rid of that shit. [gives the plate to Christina who bins the fish] I wouldn't even serve that to my fucking cat. Fuck off, Robyn.

[Gordon checks on hanger steak brought up by Patrick]

Gordon:
Fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] Hey.

Patrick:
Yes, chef?

Gordon:
(to Justin) Come here you. [gets a filet; Justin comes up to the workstation] Is that what you served me today?

Justin:
No, chef.

Patrick:
Fuck! [comes up to the workstation] Uhm, chef I'm sorry it's raw.

Clemenza:
(interview) Not good. Not fucking good.

Gordon:
It's raw?! GET OUT!

Patrick:
Fuck!

Gordon:
Really?!

Patrick:
Fuck!!

[Gordon checks on hanger steak brought up by Royce]

Gordon:
Fucking raw. [returns to the workstation] All of you, come here. All of you!

Clemenza:
Yes, chef!

Gordon:
A hanger steak, [gets a piece of steak] raw and perfect. I knew it was too good to be true! (to Royce) Hey you, Rolls-Royce, fuck off!

[Gordon has had it with the Red team; returns to the workstation with hanger steak brought up by Robyn]

Gordon:
Hey! Hey, hey, hey, all of you! Just STOP!! Come here, all of you! Just touch them. Put your hand on top. Put your hand on-- (to Robyn and Tiffany) PUT YOUR HAND ON TOP!

Robyn:
I'm putting it on top. I need to get over there.

Gordon:
Put it on top. Put it on top. Stone-cold! Red team! You, you, you, you, you. Fuck off! [Kimmy slams her towel on her station upon exit] (to Christina, who's still in the kitchen) GET OUT!!

Gordon:
Kimmie, who is the first nominee for the Red team?

Kimmie:
The first nominee chef is Robyn. Because she was pretty much lied to you and told you to cook fish in three minutes and she cooked it for seven, so--

Robyn:
(interrupts Kimmie; looks depressed) What?! I didn't lie to you chef when I said that fish was out in three minutes, the fish was cooked seven minutes prior so I was miscommunication on what I said that's not lied to you.

Kimmie:
What?!

Robyn:
I know that I turned myself I got not lying because the way my mother raised me.

Kimmie:
(moans) What? Oh my God!

Robyn:
Oh my God, Kimmie! Please! [groans] I'd been-- You what, Kimmie, if you want to really get dirty right now, you'll get dirty. You think I am scared of you! YOU CALL ME A FUCKING BITCH TODAY AND YOU WANT TO KEEP MY MOUTH SHUT! Guess what? There is no friends there in this competition so I want to work for him.

Gordon:
(moans) Wow!

[Tiffany accidentally serves cod instead of sea bass]

Gordon:
Hey, Tiffany!

Tiffany:
Yes, Chef?

Gordon:
GET THE FUCKING SEA BASS IN!

Tiffany:
Yes, Chef!

[Christina tries to help]

Tiffany:
I've got it. I've got it. Don't worry about it.

[Tiffany starts cooking the cod again]

Gordon:
THAT'S THE COD!

Barbie:
You ain't never jogged a day your life, and your ass shows it!

Kimmie:
[Walking away from Barbie] Oooh-hooh-hooh, I want to hit you so bad, you nasty bitch...!

Narrator:
The red team is stuck on their last two tickets.

Kimmie:
How long Tiff?

Tiffany:
I don't know exactly.

Narrator:
Still waiting for Tiffany's undercooked potato garnish.

Christina:
(interview) You should know that they were your potatoes. That was your component right? That was your idea for the menu right?

Tiffany:
I'm sorry. What do you want me to say? Don't give me that look!

Kimmie:
Don't get an attitude with me! You're killing my steaks!

Tiffany:
I don't know, Kimmie. I don't know.

Andi:
Tiffany,

Tiffany:
Sorry.

Andi:
No, you're not!

Tiffany:
Yes I am!

Andi:
No, you're fucking not!

Tiffany:
Yes I am.

Andi:
You're the sloppiest cook I've ever seen in my whole entire life!

Tiffany:
Sorry.

Andi:
No, you're not!

Tiffany:
Okay, I'm not.

Andi:
You have such a fucking attitude! Why don't you take a walk? And Dana take over her section.

Dana:
Yes, chef.

Tiffany:
(leaves) Have fun. (interview) Okay, look at Tiffany. Let's make fun of her. I don't care about anything apparently. So, what the fuck? You all just made me look like a fucking idiot. Bye! (cries)

Gordon:
A little bit of fish here, a little bit there. You're (Clemenza) stuffing your face with fucking desserts! Hey all of you, come here! And put that one down. [Checks Brian's fish] Raw. A fucking blind man can see that's raw, raw, raw.

Brian:
(interview) It's my fault. It's my fault.

Gordon:
Honestly, Your menu, your menu, your menu, your menu! You give me that, followed by that. You, you, you, you, GET OUT! Fucking idiots! Get the fuck out of here!

[Gordon calls up both teams after dinner service]

Gordon:
All of you, listen carefully. I have in my hand the comment cards. I was hoping that they would decide the winning team. (rips up the comment cards into pieces and throws them everywhere) Tonight, it was the most shocking dinner service yet! Here's the sad news: YOUR MENU, YOUR CREATIVITY, YOUR EXECUTION, AND SUPPOSEDLY, YOUR TEAMWORK! Blue Team, embarrassing! I mean, really embarrassing! It's just like you didn't care. And ladies, raw potatoes. And then Dana, raw fucking lobster. I expected tonight to be your absolute best. Unfortunately, it's gone down in history as one of your worst! There will be no winning team.

[The red team, who had managed to finish service, are visibly upset]

Dana:
(interview) I'm so confused right now! Somebody tell me what the hell's going on!

Kimmie:
(interview) I don't even know what to say. Like... I really thought we had this.

Gordon:
Both teams, decide which two people you want to nominate to lose from your team. Fuck off.

Gordon:
The most passionate I ever saw Tiffany was moments ago when she was already on her way out. That was just too late.

[Gordon checks on catfish brought up by Brian]

Gordon:
Fuck me. Burnt one side. (returns to the workstation) All of you, come here! Yeah, come here. Look. No colour and look. Burnt.

Clemenza:
(interview) Really dude? It's a fucking piece of fish. I mean, like come on! Step it up a little bit.

Gordon:
[to Brian; gives him a piece of fish] Come here, just take a bite of that. Just take a bite. Eat it, you fuckwit. How does it taste?

Brian:
Tastes like fish, chef.

Gordon:
Excuse me? (brief pause) Smartass, you want to be funny now, do you? (throws his spoon) You're such a dick.

Robyn:
(interview) Brian, really? Right now is not the time to fucking crack jokes, bro.

Gordon:
Get out, get out. Fucking idiot.

Brian:
Fuck. [walks out of the kitchen] Seriously? (interview) That was a mistake of epic proportions. I did not mean to be a smartass.

Gordon:
[rekindles Brian] "Tastes like fish." What a fucking dick.

Brian:
(interview) It was just the first thing that came to my head.

[Brian returns to the kitchen after talking to James]

Gordon:
[sees Brian] Hey, come here you fuckface. What are you doing here?

Brian:
I'm not done!

Gordon:
Don't fucking shout at me. I'm going to ask you one more fucking time. You give me a bullshit answer, that jacket's coming off and you're going through that door home. How did that fish taste?

Brian:
Shit.

Gordon:
So why did you give it to me?

Brian:
I didn't see the bottom. I didn't see the bottom chef. It's not going to happen again.

[Gordon checks on chicken brought up by Robyn]

Gordon:
Oh, fuck me. The chicken is raw! All of you! ALL OF YOU!! (to Brian) THAT'S YOU, FUCKER!! [knocks his hand on the workstation] The chicken it comes up...

Robyn:
Raw.

Gordon:
RAW!

Clemenza:
Fuck! (interview) Robyn, really? It's pink, it's still fucking bleeding. Come on, get it right.

Gordon:
Robyn, really? Really?! [throws his spoon away] RAW! (to Brian) Hey comedian! Crack a fucking joke now! I fucking dare you! [knocks his hand on the workstation]

Brian:
I have nothing funny to say, chef.

Gordon:
Start again!

[Gordon checks on chicken brought up by Robyn; after finding out that it's raw, he has had it with the blue team]

Gordon:
I mean, fuck me. [returns to the workstation] Hey.

Robyn:
Really?

Gordon:
You, you, you, you. Come here. [Robyn whips her towel] Hey, look. Raw. Do I really have to serve that? [throws the chicken away] MADNESS!! Get out.

Robyn:
Don't kick them out, chef, Just kick me out--

Gordon:
Hey listen. Don't you fucking dare tell me what to do. You, you, you, you: fuck off!

Robyn:
FUCK! I fucking hate this damn chicken! [Clemenza throws his towel away]

Gordon:
GET OUT!!! (as they exit) We are fucked here.

[Gordon checks on catfish brought up by Kimmie]

Gordon:
Stop. Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop, stop! Oh, Jesus. [returns to the workstation] Aaaahhh. I could cry. I could just... I could just cry. [throws his spoon]

Christina Wilson:
Agh - fuck-!

Gordon:
[knocks the workstation with both hands] STOP!! Come here, you! Let me show you something: I've got raw, raw fucking catfish there!

Christina Wilson:
Ah...

Gordon:
Then there's burnt shit there.

Dana:
(interview) What are you thinking, Kimmie? This is not happening! NO!!

Gordon:
(points to each member of the Red team) You, you, you, you, GET OUT! YOU'RE A FUCKING DISGRACE!!

Christina Wilson:
Fuck!

Gordon:
Hey (Christina), hey! Yeah, touch! [tosses a piece of catfish to Christina] That's the raw bits!

Christina Wilson:
Yeah, I see it, chef. I see it.

Gordon:
Fucking disgrace! GET OUT!!

Christina Wilson:
(interview) We didn't finish service because of that fucking fish station. It was supposed to Kimmie's time to shine. I don't fucking get it.

[Sous-chef Scott goes up to the dorms and gathers the teams, but Gordon stops them once they get to the kitchen]

Gordon:
Stay there! Stay there! Trust me; Scott, Andi, and I will finish the service. Let me tell you that. That was shocking! I can't take any more. Do me a big favour: Each of you have a good chat, based on tonight's service, and come up with one individual from each team that should be leaving Hell's Kitchen tonight. And I hope to hell that all of you are feeling like shit!

Dana:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
Pathetic. All of you, upstairs. Get out of here.

Justin:
(interview) Dinner service was disgusting once again. It's just dumb mistakes. It's really frustrating.

[In the team communication challenge, both teams fail to score a single point.]

Clemenza:
(interview) The lamb is nicely cooked, the sauce is on, we got this, we got this, got this.

[Gordon tastes blue team's lamb]

Gordon:
Unreal! (chokes the undercooked lamb)

Clemenza:
Fuck!

Gordon:
Wow! Ugh!

Brian:
(interview) Yeah, we're fucked.

Gordon:
The sauce is disgusting. It looks like in a gas station. Nasty!

Dana:
(interview) Okay, this could be good for us, I mean our lamb is cooked perfectly!

Gordon:
Red team! (holds the lamb)

Barbie:
I sliced the lamb, Chef. I apologize.

Gordon:
(to Barbie) Did you slice the lamb or chewed the lamb?

Dana:
(interview) Barbie, what have you done to this lamb? Did you cut it with a fucking spoon?

[Gordon tastes red team's lamb, chokes, and throws it on the ground]

Gordon:
I am seriously disappointed. I expected at this stage in the game something so much better! For the first time ever this Hell's Kitchen history, I, Gordon Ramsay, cannot pick a winner! Red team, blue team, you both lost. One team would've had an amazing day with a beach in Santa Monica, visiting Malibu in a helicopter. You had a beach club this afternoon for yourselves.

Dana:
(interview) Hell's Kitchen season 10 making history! Only we're making history because we suck!

Gordon:
You have a long day cleaning. The front of Hell's Kitchen needs sprucing up. After that, Hell's Kitchen SUV's need detailing. But more importantly, I'm opening Hell's Kitchen tonight.

Chefs:
Yes, chef.

Gordon:
And do you know why? Redemption! You need it. I swear to god, there's going to be a great service. Because if it's not, I am not waiting until the end of service to get rid of dead wood.

Clemenza:
Fuck!

Gordon:
Get cleaning.

Justin:
Let's go guys.

Robyn:
(interview) Chef's pissed and do you know what? He's got every right to be pissed. We should all be embarrassed to be wearing these jackets right now.

[Gordon comes back with the fish that Justin just brought up.]

Gordon:
Justin! Hey you! Come here, you! So he (Brian) cooks fresh New York strip, because he screwed the previous table. And you reheat the same bass???

[Robyn smirks]

Gordon:
(to Robyn) And you think it's funny?

Robyn:
No, I don't think it's funny. I'm pissed right now. I don't think it's funny at all. (interview) Hehehehehe! Justin's a dumbass! Are you kidding me? I think it's hilarious right now.

Gordon:
Justin, is that your best?! (no response) Hey! IS THAT YOUR BEST??!!

Justin:
No, chef! No!

Gordon:
So all that time, you were cooking-

[Robyn's stove suddenly bursts into flames, momentarily distracting Gordon]

Gordon:
...all that time you were cooking, you couldn't think to put two fresh bass in?

Justin:
Chef, I wasn't thinking. I'm sorry. I've got to re-fire these right now. (interview) What was I thinking??? That was just a dumb, dumb mistake.

Gordon:
All of you, look at me! [points at each member of the Blue Team] WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP! WAKE UP!

[Gordon introduces the runner ups from past Hell's Kitchen seasons who will be competing against the current season's Black Jackets]

Gordon:
From Hell's Kitchen Eight: Russell!

[Flashback to several scenes from Season 8, including an interview where Russell takes his loss in the finale badly.]

Russell:
(interview from Season 8) I chose the team that I wanted and I thought they would help me win, and I'm definitely going to black ball you guys, because you guys fucked me so royally.

[In the present, Gordon greets Russell]

Gordon:
Russell, good to see you.

Russell:
Good to see you, Chef.

Gordon:
Welcome back.

Russell:
Thank you very much.

Christina Wilson:
(interview) I remember Russell for sure. What a fucking ass. I don't care what station he's on tonight. I hope it burns down. I hope he goes down harder than anyone on that team.

[Gordon inspects a capellini that was prepared by Barbie]

Gordon:
(shows Barbie the capellini) What is that? What is that?

Barbie:
(mumbling) I don't know, Chef...

Gordon:
(turning away in disgust) She's not even answering me.

Barbie:
It's the crab.

Gordon:
Hey, you. Come here, you.

[Barbie goes over to Gordon]

Gordon:
This is how bad it is: One capellini and one risotto away. And I've got a ball of capellini. And it's over two portions there. You don't know what you're doing anymore. I've got too much capellini and not enough crab.

Barbie:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
You stupid idiot!

Barbie:
Yes, Chef.

Gordon:
You've given up! Look at me: I beg you to go home! I just don't get it! I-I just honestly do not understand what the [kicks the bin] FUCK IS GOING ON!!

[Finalists Christina and Justin have just finished their final service and standing in front of Ramsay, along with their teams.]

Gordon:
That was an amazing service, you know that. That was amazing. Really good job.

[Everyone applauds.]

Christina Wilson:
Thanks so much, guys. Seriously.

Gordon:
Really good job indeed. And on the back of that, I'm changing things: For the first time ever, I've decided to do away with the whole two-door thing, because I'm ready to decide a winner. The winner of Hell's Kitchen is... Tavon.

[everyone laughs]

Patrick:
I KNEW IT!

[Flashback to Tavon, who was the first contestant to be eliminated this season]