# Hell's Kitchen/Season 14

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

### 18 Chefs Compete [14.01]

    Gordon: [to Monique when he is tasting her signature dish] Tell me about the marinara sauce. I want to know how you made it.
    Monique: It's just from a jar.
    [Gordon spits out the pasta onto his fork]
    Gordon: So you didn't even make the marinara sauce?
    Monique: No! (interview) I don't think there's anything wrong with canned sauce. Unless you're from fucking Italy, and you're like born as an Italian, you're not gonna be making your sauce from scratch all the time. [to Gordon] No, if you wanted it, you should've just told me! I would've did it!
    Gordon: Oh, I've got to tell you what I want?
    Monique: Yes!
    T: (interview) Who the fuck uses jarred tomato sauce for Chef Ramsay? Who does that?!
    Gordon: Mo's pasta, one out of five.
    Monique: Okay, got it.
    Gordon: [as Chrissa describes her signature dish] What in the fuck is that?
    Chrissa: That is ginger-crusted chicken. I was in the cookie aisle, and I was trying to get ideas, and the ginger cookies...
    Gordon: Ginger cookie-crusted chicken breast?
    Chrissa: Yep, that's what's in there.
    Gordon: [laughs along with the audience] I'm glad you were inspired in the cookie aisle and not the fucking pet food aisle! [takes a bite of the chicken] Aw...
    Chrissa: Oh, really? [as she sees Gordon spitting out the chicken] Oh, no. Oh my God, really?
    Gordon: That is hideous.
    Chrissa: Sorry!
    Gordon: One out of five.
    Chrissa: (interview) I'm not really used to people spitting out my food, so it was very embarrassing.
    [After Michael brought the scallops to the pass]
    Gordon: The fuck is that? [brings the scallops back to the kitchen] Hey, all of you, come here. Hurry up!
    Nick: (interview) This isn't going to be good.
    Gordon: Just touch them. Just touch the top of them. Look at them. Look, look. Look. So, we've got fucking colour on one side, and boiled the next.
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Adam Livow: (interview) Stupid mistakes, Michael. We're on our first ticket. We've got Chef Ramsay up our ass. This is not a good sign!
    Gordon: The sad thing is he [smashes the scallops with his hand] FUCKS two portions as well! Young man, you need to know, you are not at the fucking senior home!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: One more like that, and you can fuck off back there!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Tonight!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Bret: (interview) I don't understand it. We've been in this business our whole lives. They're fucking scallops. It ain't rocket science.
    Christine: [after cutting into lamb prepared by Monique] It's really rare. Monique, it's really rare. Screw it, back in the oven.
    Meghan Gill: That shit's not even hot! Put that in the fucking convec(tion) oven! Are you kidding me?! (interview) I open the oven, and I'm expecting, like, a facial, and it's nothing.
    Monique: Our oven is not hot for some reason.
    Meghan Gill: It's not on!
    Monique: It is on.
    Meghan Gill: The oven's off! (interview) Monique, are you fucking kidding me? Your goddamn oven is off, and you're cooking lamb. Are you like...are you high?
    Gordon: (to the red team) Lamb!
    Meghan Gill: Chef, we're bringing it up. Pork?
    Christine: Got it. You following me?
    Monique: Yes. Right behind.
    Christine: Right behind!
    [Gordon looks at the two pans of raw lamb and pork]
    Gordon: Ladies! ALL OF YOU! COME HERE!!
    Alison: (interview) Fuck! Really?! Like, again?! Oh my God! This is not happening!
    Gordon: Raw lamb and dry pork! Like pork jerky! Look at it! RIDICULOUS!! [throws spoon up before walking out of the red kitchen] Aw, FUCK OFF.
    Gordon: (to the red team) Lamb!
    Meghan Gill: (to Monique; as she brings the lamb to Gordon) Behind you, Mo.
    Gordon: I've got the lamb! Where's the pork?!
    Mieka: I need these two right here.
    Gordon: One, two, three, four, five, six chefs on meat!
    T: Pork is fucking raw.
    Gordon: Is it raw? Stop! Stop! Bring me the lamb, please!
    T: (interview) We started off strong, and then the meat station! It's like a ship out at sea, the pirates came and fucking capsized that bitch!
    Gordon: So you bring me the lamb and the pork's raw?! Now, I'm taking it personally! I need you to do one more thing together as a team. GET OUT! GET OUT! It's such a fucking joke! PISS OFF!

### 17 Chefs Compete [14.02]

    [Gordon notices Michael reading the menu as both teams are about to start dinner service]
    Gordon: (to Michael) What are you reading through there? What are you—
    Michael Dussault: I'm just going through it in my mind, chef.
    Gordon: This, [rips up menu] you don't need.
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: You do not need that. Look at yourself in the mirror, and scream risotto ingredients.
    Michael Dussault: Risotto ing-!
    Gordon: Number one, what is it?
    Michael Dussault: Oil, chef.
    Gordon: Rice, you fucking pillock.
    [Brendan and Nick look up and shake their heads]
    Nick: (interview) Michael's kind of just a hot mess.
    Gordon: If he doesn't know what's in a fucking risotto, we're screwed!
    Nick: (interview) Hey, Mike, I like you. It's nothing personal, but everyone knows you're the weakest chef here.
    [Michael brings an unordered beet salad to the pass]
    Michael Dussault: Beet salad.
    Gordon: Oh my God! MICHAEL!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: What's the beet salad for? It's not even on order.
    Josh Trovato: (interview) What?! [chuckles] Michael, what? What are you doing?
    Gordon: (to Michael) It's like you're cooking for imaginary friends! It's not on order!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef!
    Milly: (interview; sighs)
    Gordon: Is it just to look busy?!
    Michael Dussault: No, chef. I–I heard, chef. I made a mistake.
    Gordon: You heard it? You got little voices in your head?
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Let me put one more in there. [whispers in Michael's ear] WAKE UP!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Now fuck off!
    Brendan Pelley: How are you on risotto, Milly?
    Milly: I'm two minutes out on this risotto!
    Cameron: Holy shit! I don't know what's going on.
    Brendan Pelley: (interview) Cameron is confused already.
    Gordon: Scallops! Where are they?! [turns over the scallops Cameron brought to the pass] Oh my God. [to the blue team] Hey, all of you! All of you! Come here! Come here, come here! First table of the night, I've got raw fucking scallops!
    Milly: They're not seared on both sides.
    Gordon: Who cooked them?!
    Cameron: [raises his hand] I did.
    Gordon: Do they deserve that?!
    Cameron: No, chef. Definitely not.
    Gordon: Our first table!
    Milly: (interview) Cameron wasn't even flipping the fucking scallops over! I couldn't believe it at all!
    Gordon: (to Sous Chef James) First table, James! Let's start it again!
    Cameron: Great. (interview) I just looked like a fucking idiot there, man. I dropped the ball.
    Gordon: (to Cameron) Watch. You're frying them in fucking too much hot oil, yes.
    Cameron: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Thirty seconds each side!
    Cameron: (interview) Chef Ramsay, when he's in the kitchen, he's very, very intimidating.
    Gordon: Shake the pan, gently! And then out! Clean pan, let's go!
    Cameron: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: Fucking hell!
    Cameron: (interview) It kinda throws you off.
    Gordon: Hey! Was that so hard?!
    Cameron: Yes. Thank you for the—Yes, chef!
    Randy: First ticket!
    Cameron: First ticket, give me...fif—twenty seconds, please. Twenty seconds!
    Milly: (interview) I don't know what the fuck is going on with Cameron.
    Cameron: (to Brendan) Help me!
    Brendan Pelley: I got it.
    Milly: (interview) He was going crazy! Like, literally scared of the food or something!
    Gordon: SCALLOPS!
    Nick: You guys, keep calm, okay? (interview) I'm cringing right now thinking, "These have to be perfect." They have to be perfect!
    [Gordon flips over the scallops and sees that only one of them is cooked both sides]
    Gordon: Fuck me!
    Bret: Nope. Coming back.
    Gordon: They're fucking rubber! (to the blue team) HEY! HEY, STOP! ALL OF YOU!! All of you, fuck off! Come here!!
    Randy: Yes, chef!
    Nick: (interview) This is–this is not good. He's gonna kick us all out!
    [Gordon takes the blue team inside the pantry]
    Gordon: What is going on?
    Cameron: It's my fault.
    Gordon: What the fuck is going on?
    Bret: (interview) He can't cook a scallop! One side, gorgeous! The other side, nothing!
    Gordon: They're fuck–just touch that!
    Cameron: I see it. It's my fault. I'm sorry.
    Bret: (interview) Fuckin' ridiculous!
    Gordon: Have a fucking meeting here, one minute on your own, and GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER!
    Milly: Heard, chef.
    Josh: (interview) Chef Ramsay, just seeing him angry, it's horrific! It's the scariest thing I've ever seen! [laughs] It's terrible! (to Cameron) Hey, brand new! Brand new! Brand new, right now! LET'S GO! [tries opening the door] There's no handle.
    Gordon: There's no handle on that door, so they can't get out. [Sous chef James laughs along with Gordon]
    [Brendan and Cameron have returned to the blue kitchen to fire a late appetizer]
    Gordon: Have you two got this?
    Brendan Pelley: Yes, chef. (interview) I need to fight back, you know? I want to show Chef Ramsay that I'm sorry that I gave him shit!
    Gordon: Two scallops, Michael?!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: Where are they?
    [Michael and Josh point at Cameron and Brendan cooking with a pan with nothing in it]
    Gordon: Hey, hey, hey! Stop! STOP!! (to Michael) What did I ask you to do?
    Michael Dussault: Scallops, chef.
    Gordon: The scallops aren't even in the pan, right? And look. I got the dressed salad!
    Brendan Pelley: (interview) Michael, we are going down in flames right now because of you!
    Gordon: I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO GO! I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO FUCKING GO!!
    Josh Trovato: Let's go, boys! We have to come back! Come on!
    Brendan Pelley: (to Milly) Fuck it, I got it.
    Milly: You sure?
    Brendan Pelley: I got it! (to Gordon) Scallops at the window.
    Gordon: [flips over scallops and sees them raw underneath] Ah, fucking hell. (to blue team) Hey, hey. STOP! [points at Brendan, Cameron, and Michael] You, you, you, come here!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: The rest of you, continue cooking!
    Blue team: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: (to Michael; while handing him the scallop tray) Take that...
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: ...and fuck off out of here!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: GET OUT!
    Gordon: Right, Bret...
    Bret: Yes, chef?
    Gordon: ...and Milly, take over the fish!
    Milly: Yes, chef!
    Bret: Four minutes, two pork; four and a half minutes, two wellington!
    Josh Trovato: Got it, let's go! We gotta finish this!! (interview) Chef Ramsay's pissed. We have to turn it back around! I'm not losing. I do not want to lose.
    Gordon: (to Nick) What's going, Nick?! Nick, what's going?!
    Nick: Uh... two salmon, two halibut! Two pork, two wellington!
    Gordon: [shakes his head] Two pork, two salmon followed by two salmon, two wellington!
    Nick: Heard, chef!
    Gordon: There's no halibut going! [to Josh] What's going, Josh?
    Josh: Two salmon and...two lamb?
    Gordon: Enough's enough! I have never seen a team so fragmented in all my fucking life! You, you, you, you, you, and you fuck off!
    Randy: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: James, you and I will finish them. (o blue team) GET OUT!
    Randy: Yes, chef.
    Bret: Fuck!
    Gordon: GET OUT!!
    Bret: Un-fucking-believable.
    Milly: Come on, man! (interview) I feel disrespected, I don't understand it! I ain't never been kicked out of a kitchen in my life!

### 16 Chefs Compete [14.03]

    [Sous Chef James serves the Blue Team lunch during their punishment]
    Bret: About time, chef.
    James Avery: [removes lid to reveal...] Guys, it's peanut butter and jelly.
    Bret: I don't care, I'm hungry. I need something to eat!
    James Avery: I mean... peanut butter and jellyfish.
    Milly: (interview) What the fuck?! I never even knew you could eat jellyfish!
    James Avery: Get 'em down, and get back in here. Come on!
    Bret: Fuck, man! (interview) Are you kidding me? Are you crazy?! [as he walks out of the kitchen] Man, FUCK! (interview) I'm not eating that shit, man. I'm good, man.
    [The men walk back to their dorms to eat the sandwiches]
    Josh Trovato: Peanut butter and jellyfish?
    Bret: I'm the only one who scored a point, so I shouldn't have to eat it.
    Nick: Well, we worked as a team. We're all eating it. (interview; claps sarcastically) Congrats. I'm glad you got the point for our team, but you better step up and eat a sandwich.
    Josh Trovato: Egh! (interview) Peanut butter and jelly... fish? It's not good!
    Brendan Pelley: I don't feel good.
    James Avery: How's lunch?
    Josh Trovato: Good. It was good. [burps] Oh, God! (interview) It's not good.
    James Avery: Yeah. I bet.
    [Marino brings a scallop salad with a piece of plastic back to the pass]
    Marino: (to Gordon) Chef, Table 22. They found this on the salad of the scallops. It's a plastic.
    Gordon: Hey. Hey, Blue team!
    Adam Livow: (interview) Something happened. I hope I didn't do it.
    Gordon: [holds up plastic strip] That was in the scallop salad.
    Bret: What the fuck?! Come on, fellas!
    Gordon: Who dressed it?
    Adam Livow: I did, chef. (interview) But as it turns out, I did. (to Gordon) I apologize.
    Gordon: You're gonna slice somebody's throat open!
    Adam Livow: Understandable. (interview) Fuck! Another fuckin' dumb, little mistake.
    Gordon: It's just so fucking basic! So basic!
    Gordon: Michael, what the fuck are you doing?
    Narrator: ...and it's about to get even hotter.
    Gordon: Fucking Jesus. Michael! [puts pan back on the stove] What are you doing?
    Michael Dussault: Chef, I put it away, chef.
    Gordon: What?
    Michael Dussault: It was over here burning, chef.
    Gordon: But why stick it down there?! Whose tray is that?
    Michael Dussault: It's, uh, salmon, chef.
    Gordon: Fish (station).
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: They're talking, they go down and grab the pan, they're gonna scald themselves!
    Michael Dussault: Yes, chef. You're right, chef.
    Gordon: Then why would you put–[backs away while Michael reaches to grab the pan]
    Michael Dussault: Sorry, chef.
    Gordon: What are you doing?!
    Michael Dussault: It was over here burning.
    Gordon: Shut up! CAN YOU WAIT UNTIL I FUCKING FINISH?!
    Michael Dussault: (interview) I put the pan out of the way just so that nobody would get hurt.
    Gordon: If the pan's about to burst into flames, what do you do?!
    Michael Dussault: I'm sorry, chef!
    Gordon: (to Bret) Come on young man!
    Bret: (interview) Myself and Josh on the fish station could've had to leave Hell's Kitchen because of a third-degree burn. Like "taking skin from your ass to put it on your hand" type shit.
    Gordon: [puts pan in the sink] Fucking hell!
    Gordon: LADIES!
    Alison: Yes, chef! Monique, just throw it up.
    Monique: I wanted to make sure it was ready. [to Gordon] Walking with scallops! (interview) I know I'm solid on my scallops. This ain't my first time in the kitchen!
    Gordon: [while checking the scallops] These are fucking disgusting. They're just cooked to fuck. [to red team] Ladies!
    Red team: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: Come here! All of you. WHAT IS HAPPENING?! TOUCH THEM! Just touch how rubber they are! Yeah, it's not gonna bite! It's fucking dead!
    Red team: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Alison, who cooked those scallops?
    Alison: [brief pause] Monique, chef.
    Monique: (interview) Like, what a bitch move! I can't stand Alison. You accent's stupid, your makeup's stupid, you're stupid.
    Gordon: (to Monique) You've got no idea they're rubber! Way overcooked!
    Monique: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Start again!
    [Gordon receives a bad order of risotto and cavatelli as the red team tries to finish appetizers]
    Gordon: (to Red team) Hey. Hey, all of you! Come here!
    Mieka: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: Come here!
    Christine: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Tasting Lesson #17. Taste the sticky, over-reduced cavatelli and the bland risotto! No richness, no sumptuousness. Nothing! I have no idea what you two are doing!
    Meghan Gill: (interview) I didn't fucking train for ten years to have some fucking asshole next to me not keep up with risotto.
    Gordon: Hey, here's what happening! It's the last table of appetizers...
    Meghan Gill: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: ...when you should be at your height! And that tastes like it's at the fucking bottom.
    Mieka: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Yeah, disgusting. Sticky, bland...
    Sarah Baumert: Can you just please–
    Gordon: Sorry?!
    Sarah Baumert: [beat] I'm sorry, chef.
    Gordon: No, what were you gonna say?
    Sarah Baumert: Please let us try again.
    Gordon: "Let us try again?"
    Meghan Gill: (interview) "Oh, please Chef Ramsay! Can you give me another chance?" Seriously?! "I'm a girl in puppy-dog eyes." That shit doesn't fucking fly! Are you kidding me?!
    Gordon: The last table of appetizers. "Let us try again." What do you think I want? All of you, GET OUT!
    Meghan Gill: (interview) Dumbass!
    Gordon: FUCK OFF! And what did you say, Sarah? "Can we try one more time?!" GET OUT!
    Monique: (interview) I'm so angry. I literally want to start punching bitches.
    Gordon: (imitates Sarah) "CAN WE TRY ONE MORE TIME?!"
    Gordon: One wellington, one lamb!
    Blue team: Yes, chef!
    Nick: The lamb's under.
    Bret: Close it up and get back in for a minute.
    Nick: Alright. Mike, we'll give it a second, okay?
    Michael Dussault: Right now?
    Nick: No, like, I need a minute. Okay?
    Michael Dussault: Extra minute heard.
    Nick: Yes, thank you!
    Michael Dussault: Walking with garnish!
    Nick: Michael. I said a minute! (interview) I'd rather have Chef Ramsay yell at me for taking too long than have him yell at me for sending him undercooked lamb. (to Brendan) Brendan, bring it up.
    [Gordon checks the lamb brought by Nick]
    Gordon: Hey, the lamb's full of blood. All of you, come here. Who donkeyed that?
    Nick: I sliced the lamb first, chef.
    Gordon: And what did you tell yourself?
    Nick: It was a little under, chef.
    Gordon: No, it's a lot more than a little! [cuts into the lamb] Raw white fat. [slams fist onto the plate]
    Bret: (interview; sighs) Fuck!
    Gordon: Fuck off, all of you! GET OUT! Shit beginning, shit middle, and a shit end!
    Bret: (interview) I'm a little furious right now. I hate fucking losing and getting kicked out of the kitchen.
    Gordon: Get out, get out, get out! GET OUT!!

### 15 Chefs Compete [14.04]

    [Michelle brings a macaroni and cheese to Gordon, who tastes it and spits it out]
    Gordon: Oh my God. Fuck me. (to red team) Hey, all of you.
    Red team: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: Come here. Yeah, HURRY UP! Taste that!
    [Everyone on the red team grabs spoons to taste the mac and cheese]
    Alison: Where's the spoon?
    Gordon: Taste that.
    T: Oh my God. It's salty.
    Gordon: That is disgusting!
    Red team: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Who made that?! Who fucking made that?!
    Michelle: I put the extra salt in at the end, chef. I'll fix it though!
    Gordon: Michelle, there are young children!
    Michelle: Got it, chef!
    Bret: (interview) I don't mind taking control of situations, especially if I feel like I have a handle on it. I got this shit! I got this!
    Gordon: Two risotto!
    [Bret starts pouring an old batch of risotto into the pan with the new one]
    Gordon: Stop. Stop! (to Bret) Come here! Bring that fucking pan and bring that pan here! All of you, come here!
    Bret: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: That's the old risotto that's gone three, four minutes ago dumped into the fresh one.
    Bret: Yes, it's both, chef.
    Gordon: What in the fuck are we doing?!
    Josh Trovato: (interview) Now we're in trouble.
    Gordon: Cut the bullshit! [slams fist onto table] COME ON, GUYS!
    Bret: Yes, chef!
    Josh Trovato: (interview) Bret used the old risotto into the new risotto, and you never do that! You can't do that!
    Bret: My fault, my fault, MY FAULT!
    Brendan Pelley: It's alright, man.
    Bret: How dare I do that! How the fuck dare I do that!
    Josh Trovato: (interview) He likes to think of himself as our quarterback, but a proper quarterback wins, you know?
    Gordon: (to the red team) All of you. All of you! There's the last New York strip. Look how well done it is. It's just so basic!
    T: (interview) You have an idiot and a clown on the meat station, and they're just fucking everything up.
    Gordon: Is anyone going to step up and say anything?! This is an embarrassment! [throws meat onto the table] Get out! GET OUT!!
    Michelle: Go, go!
    Alison: (interview) This is a complete, epic shitshow!
    [As the red team leaves the kitchen, Sous Chef Andi shows Gordon a burger that was brought back]
    Gordon: Is that raw?
    Andi: Yeah.
    [Gordon follows the red team into the hallway carrying the plate with the raw burger]
    Gordon: Hey, ladies! Come here! Who cooked the burger? Burger's still raw. [pause] Whilst you stare at your raw burger, and I re-fire that table myself, I suggest you come up with two nominees that you do not want on your brigade. Fuck off!
    T: (interview) There were little kids out there. It pisses me off completely! There were families out there. Families. Simply atrocious! Shame on the red team!
    Michelle: Whose raw burger was that?
    Sarah Baumert: That was my bad. I thought it was ready. I'm not kidding, like...
    Alison: Sarah, it's a rare burger!
    Sarah Baumert: I understand! I don't know how to cook burgers!
    Alison: Oh my— (interview) A burger! Who in America does not know how to fucking cook a burger?!
    T: Sarah, I need you to bring your confidence to the fucking party. You are a good chef! Stop fucking second-guessing yourself!
    Alison: Yeah, that burger was a huge problem. But on the same token, are you fucking serious that you don't know how to cook meat?! (interview) I've been on that meat station. It's so easy! Mieka is not good, but Monique is a complete dead weight. She is just a body taking up space. (to Monique) Monique, straight up, it's your second time on meat! How many times?! Second time!
    Meghan: I mean, seriously!
    Monique: Yeah, I fucked up in the beginning. The second batch came out, they were under, but I got my shit together.
    T: YOU NEVER GOT YOUR SHIT TOGETHER, MONIQUE!
    Monique: I did!
    T: Oh my God!
    Alison: The meat station failed.
    Gordon: You've heard of the saying "the Meek shall inherit the earth." Well, the Mieka shall not inherit the position as my next head chef.

### 14 Chefs Compete [14.05]

    Adam: You didn't go with truffle butter yet, right, Josh?
    Josh Trovato: No, I did truffle butter! You're putting too much butter!
    Adam: I didn't put butter in it!
    Josh Trovato: You put a lot of butter. (interview) Adam's struggling on the risotto. He's very confused.
    Adam: Risotto's up, ready to go whenever you guys are good!
    Josh Trovato: You gotta get these hotter! You gotta let this reduce! (interview) Adam, come on, man. It's simple mistakes! What's going on, are you sleeping? Wake up for me!
    Gordon: Where's the risotto?
    Adam: It's coming right up, chef.
    Josh Trovato: Go, go! This way!
    Adam: [brings risotto to the pass] Here you go.
    [Gordon takes a spoon to taste the risotto before bringing it back into the kitchen]
    Gordon: Hey, look at my risotto. [holds pan up to show the risotto stuck to the bottom] Look, just stuck! Hey, it's glue! Glue!
    Adam: I'll put it back, chef!
    Bret: (interview) Adam better tighten the fuck up. If you can't cook the risotto, you have no reason being in Hell's Kitchen.
    Gordon: Look at it! It's like a fucking clock! What am I supposed to do, hang it on the wall?!
    Brendan Pelley: No, chef!
    Adam: No!
    Gordon: A risotto clock, Joshua?!
    Josh Trovato: I'm sorry, chef!
    Adam: That was me! That was me, chef!
    Narrator: With Bret's soggy salmon killing the blue team's momentum, over in the red kitchen...
    Michelle: Monique! You have to get all that done! Can you do it?!
    Monique: I'm working it right now. I'm ready.
    Narrator: ...Monique's struggles on garnish has the ladies' first order of wellingtons and lamb dying at the pass.
    Gordon: Let's go, Mo!
    Monique: Yes, chef! Lamb garnish!
    Gordon: Have you tasted any of your garnish?
    Monique: Yes, chef. I've been tasting.
    Andi: [to Gordon as he checks the garnish] You all right with that?
    Gordon: [touches eggplant] It's fucking raw. (to red team) Hey! There's nothing worse than a bitter, raw eggplant, yeah? It's just solid! Just...[slams fist on table] it's just solid! Look!
    Monique: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Oh, yes. Oh y–Oh, YES?! OH, NO! IS ANYONE ENGAGING?!
    Red team: YES, CHEF!
    Gordon: DRIVE HER THEN!
    Gordon: [holds a salmon brought by Christine] Oh my God. Wait, wait. Wait! All of you!
    Red team: Yes, chef!
    Gordon: Get your arses over here!
    Sarah Baumert: Shit!
    T: Chef, what's wrong?
    Gordon: Undercooked rice. But here's the insult–I got raw salmon as well! It's fucking raw, it's not even pink!! Hey. Hey, all of you, come here! Come here.
    [Gordon follows the red team into the pantry]
    T: (interview) Like, seriously? Oh my God. I can't believe–I... [sighs]
    Gordon: What is going on?! That risotto was disgusting. Those salmon were raw. Who cooked that salmon, first off?!
    Christine: I cooked the salmon, chef. I lost my train of thought, I should've just focused!
    Gordon: I swear to God, the next mistake, you're out of here.
    Red team: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Get it together, now!
    Gordon: How long?
    Brendan Pelley: Five minutes, chef.
    Gordon: What?!
    Brendan Pelley: I just have to put it out right, chef. I'm sorry. (interview) Lamb takes fifteen minutes, start to finish. So we're just fucking waiting. We're waiting and waiting.
    Milly: How long on the lambs?
    Brendan Pelley: This fucking lamb's still not cooked! STILL NOT COOKED!
    Bret: Come on! Fuck.
    Gordon: How long, two chicken, two lamb?
    Bret: How long, Brendan?
    Brendan Pelley: Two minutes, chef.
    Gordon: STILL TWO MINUTES?!
    Brendan: No. It's one–one minute out.
    Josh Trovato: A minute?! Brendan!
    Gordon: Garnish, Milly, to the window!
    Milly: Yes, chef.
    Brendan Pelley: Milly, I need you to wait another minute. I–I'm sorry. The lamb's just–it's not cooked yet.
    Bret: So then don't tell us two minutes! Tell us four minutes! Don't lie to us! Don't lie to chef!
    Gordon: Brendan!
    Brendan Pelley: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: Did you just shut down the kitchen? Now we look like fucking idiots! I asked for one of you, two of you, three of you to start showing some leadership qualities! NO ONE'S STEPPING UP! WAKE UP!
    Blue team: Yes, chef!

### 13 Chefs Compete [14.06]

    [The red team start prepping chicken wings in the kitchen for punishment]
    Meghan Gill: I look like a fucking moron right now. (interview) I'm not feeling so good after that loss. I don't like to fail and I don't like to be embarrassed. (to T) T, put that on there! It's not even fucking on! GAHHH!! This is like, no way. Seriously, it's nuts. (interview) I don't like this fucking horseshit that's happening in the red kitchen right now. (to red team) Come on, guys! Let's go, or I'm gonna fucking ride your ass!
    Alison: Ugh! (interview) Meghan is just annoying! Like, we're already in the shit...
    [Meghan brings the whole red team into the pantry]
    T: Meghan, what is that look on your face about?
    Alison: (interview) ...and she isn't helping! (to Meghan) What happened?
    Meghan Gill: Are you kidding me?! This is fucking easy as shit! Correct?!
    Alison: Meghan, stop it.
    Meghan Gill: No!
    Alison: It's annoying, it's stupid!
    Meghan Gill: I can't do this anymore, guys. Like, seriously...
    Alison: I don't know how this is gonna work!
    Meghan Gill: ...I'm about to, like, fucking nominate myself so I can go the fuck home so I can stop being embarrassed. I'm fucking sick of this shit!
    Alison: [scoffs] Good-bye.
    Andi: Guys, let's go.
    Meghan Gill: So done. (interview) I am not a quitter. But at the same time, I cannot handle it if we lose another service. I'm–I'm gonna, like, go through the fucking roof.
    Randy: Two risotto walking in one minute!
    Nick: I need a minute and a half!
    Randy: Okay, Roger! Copy! One minute and a half on the scallops!
    Nick: Scallops are not fucking cooking!!
    Randy: (interview) I'm trying to put risotto out, but scallops was just not going anywhere. (to Nick) How long out on the scallops?
    Nick: I already told you! ONE MINUTE!
    Randy: Okay. Ready, walk risotto.
    Nick: If I hear him say "risotto" one more time, I'm gonna cut my own dick off.
    Gordon: Come on, Nick! I need to plate the scallops!
    Nick: Walking! Two scallops, chef.
    Gordon: [checks scallops] Scallops are overcooked. Fucking hell. They're rubber. [to blue team] Hey! Hey, hey! All of you, come here. Just touch them, how overcooked they are! We're waiting for them, yet they're overcooked! I don't get that!
    Nick: Yes, chef.
    Randy: Come on, guys.
    Gordon: Fucking hell!
    Brendan Pelley: We're gonna go with two more halibut in that pan.
    Nick: No, they're right here. You only need four there, right? You have two there already done. (interview) Brendan and I are just cooking fish. It's a fucking free-for-all of fish! Fish everywhere! And they're all cooked improperly!
    Josh Trovato: (to Brendan) Hey, can you have two halibut? How long? [pause] Can you just give me something, Brendan? Just something.
    Brendan Pelley: Guys, I need fucking help here!
    Nick: It's falling apart!
    Josh Trovato: (to Nick) No, you gotta help him! He's your partner!
    Nick: I'm trying to!
    Josh Trovato: So talk to him!
    Nick: I–I am!
    Josh Trovato: We have to talk to him! It's a team effort!
    Brendan Pelley: I'm walking with two halibut!
    Josh Trovato: Fucking lamb, behind!
    Gordon: [checks center of the halibut] Fucking hell. Hey, hey, hey.
    Nick: Oh my God. Fuck my life.
    Gordon: All of you, come here. I'm gonna go fucking crazy. [separates fish with spatula] Raw. Raw, raw.
    Milly: (interview) Brendan could not get it in the middle. Either it was overcooked or it was raw. Stop somewhere in the fucking middle and you'll be right!
    Gordon: What is this? [points at Nick and Brendan] You and you, fuck off! GET OUT! Milly, Bret get on fish!
    Josh Trovato: Lamb's coming right now!
    Gordon: Where's the fucking lamb?!
    Josh Trovato: Slicing lamb now! I need a sizzle platter!
    Gordon: (to Josh) Hey, you! Come here, you! Bring that over. [shows Josh the bad platter of lamb] One third of them overcooked, and the center bits are raw. When you slice it and it's not right, wh–wh–what do you do?!
    Josh Trovato: I panic.
    Gordon: You stop what?!
    Josh Trovato: I stop thinking!
    Gordon: You stop slicing!
    Josh Trovato: Yes, chef.
    Gordon: But no, you slice it more? Get out. GET OUT!