"Since the inception of Hell's Kitchen..." "Quick, quick!" "Open Hell's Kitchen, please." "Let's go." "More than 100,000 chefs have tried out." "Have you decided what you would like?" "Over 10,000 customers have been served." "Oh, my gosh." "It's so good." "It's too salty." "Security, please." "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome." "Please come in." "132 hopefuls..." "Hyah!" "Hyah!" "Have walked through the doors." "Baby, baby." "Countless have been kicked out of the kitchen." "You're crap!" "You're crap." "Get out!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "You ain't nothing but a bitch." "Get out." "you." "And only an elite nine have tasted victory." "Gentlemen, the winner of Hell's Kitchen." "But those numbers are history because Hell's Kitchen is turning ten." "Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh, my God." "And chef Ramsay is putting his reputation on the line." "This year, I'm looking for my head chef at Gordon Ramsay Steak at the Paris in Las Vegas." "With so much at stake..." "I'm gonna destroy them all." "The chefs will do anything to win." "Guy just hit me in the face." "This season..." "Idiot!" "Promises to be the most physical ever..." "Get off my station." "Get off my station." "With the chefs fighting in the kitchen..." "You wanna talk, talk." "Shut up!" "What are you doing?" "You don't answer me." "That's like the tenth time." "Help me." "It's like every single time." "In the dorms..." "Hit me." "I'm pissed!" "Watch who you calling bitch." "And in the parking lot." "Lazy bitch!" "Don't talk to me that way." "You wanna hit me?" "And especially..." "Give me your jacket." "In elimination." "I come in here with 250 percent." "And I still put out better food than everybody standing there." "You gonna tell me I deserve to go home?" "I can't take anymore." "Chef Ramsay will push this harder..." "Raw, raw, raw!" "Than any other..." "I'm opening a steakhouse." "Steak, not sushi." "Get out!" "Get out!" "Get out!" "And one more thing." "Get out!" "But not as hard as they will push each other." "I'm not about this." "Wanna get choked out?" "You wanna get choked out?" "Get ready for a throwdown..." "Idiot!" "Stupid bitch." "Hoedown..." "You done brought some Memphis outta me, ho." "That bitch." "No-holds-barred..." "I will hunt your ass down." "Showdown." "Shakin' in my boots." "On the most intense season..." "Bozo." "Bunch of idiots!" "Sabotager!" "Of Hell's Kitchen..." "God help anybody if something's wrong on this next ticket..." "Ever." "God help them." "Telling you, it's like this is your brain..." "This is your brain on Hell's Kitchen." "One of these SUVs holds the future head chef of the prestigious Gordon Ramsay Steak." "Whoo!" "And chef Ramsay wants to make sure this precious cargo arrives safely." "Awesome." "Whoo!" "I can't believe this is real." "Like, somebody pinch me." "Hell's Kitchen is pretty much like Disneyland for a chef." "I'm here to destroy people." "Chef Scott!" "Come on in, everybody." "Line up, please." "I will do whatever it takes." "Take an arm, take my leg, take my shoes." "Give me a tattoo." "I'm going all the way." "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen, everyone." "I think I kind of already have a crush on sous chef Scott." "He does look scary, but I don't know." "Something about that bald head." "Many years ago, when I first met chef Ramsay," "I told him I wanted to work with him so bad that I would shave my head." "This is what I looked like before I started working with chef Ramsay." "Wow." "Yesterday chef Ramsay was asking how I'm gonna test your commitment." "I couldn't think of a better way than for you to do what I did eight years ago." "Andi, please bring in the barber's chair." "This cannot be happening." "Who wants to shave their head?" "What girl wants to shave their head?" "I have even convinced Andi to make the same commitment." "There's no way." "There's no way she's gonna cut her hair." "Oh, It." "I already beat you to it." "Bravo, Andi." "Wow." "Whoa." "In all honesty, I did not see that coming." "Show of hands." "First volunteer." "He's staring right at me." "I'm not cutting my hair." "I'm not shaving my head." "Quite a few of you." "You, shaggy." "Come here." "Oh, boy." "He's taking the longhairs first?" "Let's do it." "That guy has almost the same hair as me." "I can't believe it." "Oh, ." "Oh, my God." "Yeah." "Oh, , this is really gonna happen." "We're all gonna get our heads shaved." "Awesome." "Thank you." "It looks good." "Who's next?" "Young lady in the pink shirt." "I just couldn't believe this was happening right now." "Oh, my God." "For the guys, it's easy." "If you're a guy, it's a no-brainer." "I just..." "I'm single." "What do you think?" "It's gray!" "I didn't want to even look him in the eye." "Please don't cut my hair." "Please don't cut my hair." "Please don't cut my hair." "Please don't cut my hair." "You." "Ahh!" "Scott!" "What the is going on down there?" "Stop, stop!" "What are you doing?" "I'm sorry, chef." "You, out of the chair." "Back in line." "Yes." "Yes." "Thank God." "Thank God." "This is totally not gonna happen." "Enough's enough." "I want all of you to get into the kitchens and cook me your signature dish." "Let's go." "Oh, my God." "What the happened to Andi?" "♪ Fire ♪" "♪ unh ♪" "♪ when you shake what you got ♪" "♪ and girl you've got a lot ♪" "♪ you're really something, child ♪" "♪ yes, you are ♪" "♪ the way you walk and talk ♪" "♪ really sets me off ♪" "♪ and I'm so excited ♪" "♪ the way you swerve and curve ♪" "♪ really wrecks my nerves ♪" "♪ 'cause I'm smokin', baby, baby ♪" "♪ woo, woo, woo ♪" "♪ the way you push ♪" "♪ push ♪" "♪ lets me know that you're goo-oo-ood ♪" "♪ you're gonna get your wish ♪" "♪ oh, no, fire ♪" "♪ what I said, child ♪" "♪ fire ♪" "♪ fire ♪" "Here we go." "Here we go." "Sweating on you, dude." "Sorry about that." "Once again, chef Ramsay has divided the teams into men versus women." "Give me something stunning." "And in their first challenge, they have 45 minutes to prepare their signature dishes." "My style in the kitchen is very, very different." "It tastes nice." "I think chef Ramsay's gonna like me." "I think he'll... he'll dig my personality." "Who's whistling?" "Oh, I'm sorry." "It's me, chef." "My bad." "Ay, caramba." "Basically, guys," "I want to see you on a plate." "Think I'm too big for the plate." "We could always put a tray." "20 minutes to go, ladies." "All right, ladies, we gotta win this." "What's burning?" "Oh!" "Just stomp it out." "Not my new shoes!" "She said, "not my new shoes"?" "Yeah." "I'm from Memphis, Tennessee." "A place called Nutbush." "It's the hood." "Didn't go to all the fine dining restaurants, but I worked my ass off to be here." "20 seconds to go." "Watch your back." "Right behind." "'Scuse me, hot plate." "Five..." "Four..." "Three..." "Two..." "One..." "And stop." "The chefs' willingness to cut their hair showed chef Ramsay how committed they are to being in Hell's Kitchen." "But he still has a couple of matters to clear up." "Now, you may have noticed that the two people that had their heads shaven were not cooking alongside you." "They're Scott's friends." "Got it?" "Oh, my God." "Now, there's one more thing." "Andi..." "Okay." "Andi's hot with hair, and Andi is hot bald." "And she's got an attitude, which is, uh..." "Takes sexy to a different level." "Okay." "Right, listen." "I want all of you to understand that this year's Hell's Kitchen, they're not just looking for a unique head chef." "I'm looking... for my head chef... at Gordon Ramsay Steak at the Paris in Las Vegas." "Holy ." "That's right." "Yeah!" "That position comes with a salary of $250,000." "Working for chef Ramsay is the cat's meow." "If you don't get excited about that, you're dead inside." "Let's start." "First name." "Robyn." "Robyn, from where?" "Hollywood, Florida." "What is it, please?" "Seared striped bass over yellow romesco sauce." "Visually, it's got the impact." "Thank you, chef." "The inspiration came from where?" "I don't know, chef." "Just putting flavors together." "It's delicious." "Thank you, chef." "The sauce is delicious." "Seasoned perfectly." "Thank you, chef." "I am so stoked." "That's like the best orgasm ever." "He loved it." "First name is?" "Don." "From where?" "Houston, Texas." "My signature dish is going to knock his socks off." "He's gonna declare me the winner right then and there." "What is it?" "This is a southwestern saltimbocca." "Yeah." "So I hope you'll enjoy it." "Is that a portion for one?" "Uh, yes." "Yeah." "Yes." "This is one..." "Yes." "Big portion." "Yes." "Yeah." "Everything's bigger in Texas, especially the portions." "Okay." "Taste the spice on there." "How much cumin did you put in there?" "Mm, about 1/2 teaspoon." "And that's not too much for you?" "Mm-mm." "Do you need to spit that out?" "Mm..." "I want to." "Yeah, here's a bin here." "Thank you, chef." "Trash." "The spices are so powerful." "Back in line." "Ladies, congratulations." "One-nil." "Thank you, chef." "Whoo!" "I'm so excited right now." "Got the first point for the ladies." "Shake, shake, shake." "Good job, Robyn." "Yeah, Robyn." "Let's go." "Next two." "With Robyn giving the women an early lead, sous chef Tiffany from Vermont is looking to keep up the momentum as she faces off against an executive chef from New York named Guy." "First name is?" "Tiffany." "By coming to Hell's Kitchen, I'm trying to prove that I'm not just some dumb, ditzy blonde that looks really good." "I have what it takes to be a professional in this industry." "What is it?" "I have a lamb schnitzel with a rosemary-maple-infused lamb gloss." "Just touch the top of it." "It's like a wet diaper." "So you make a lamb chop crispy." "Then you dredge it in sauce." "Um, I accidentally just kind of poured the sauce over it in a hurry." "I just don't understand what goes through some of these blonde bitches' heads." "I don't get it." "What a shame." "Disgusting." "You okay?" "Yeah, I'm good." "Okay, first name is?" "Guy." "Guy, and you're from where?" "I was born in Israel." "In Israel." "Yeah." "In Israel, I was a drill sergeant." "I served in the infantry for three years." "It's gonna take a lot to break me." "Okay, what is it, Guy?" "First, it didn't come out the way I wanted." "The sauce got burned." "It's a pan-seared striped bass with a chocolate miso sauce." "Chocolate miso?" "Mm-hmm." "Okay." "I wouldn't even try." "It got burned." "Sauce got burned." "You're telling me not to try it?" "I-I am, because the execution is poor." "Oh, don't say that, Guy." "I would not serve it." "Don't put it in your mouth." "It's not good." "It's not good!" "It's not for eating." "It tastes like a fish sundae." "No points." "Back in line." "me." "Oh, almighty." "Are you sure you're okay?" "Dude was like..." "Do you want to sit down?" "I looked at him like, "are you all right?"" "This guy's a mess." "You all right?" "You want a chair?" "You look like you're about to collapse." "I am getting seriously worried about you." "Is he gonna have a heart attack right now?" "Do you want to see a medic?" "In the signature dish challenge, the men are losing one to nothing, and now they may be about to lose one member of their team." "You okay?" "Do you want to see a medic?" "No, I'm fine." "You sure?" "Yeah, no, I'm..." "I'm good." "I may be a little..." "I may be a lot overweight." "I still work 14, 16 hours a day." "I will spin circles around you." "Okay, next two." "First name is?" "Roshni." "People definitely underestimate me because of my size." "But good things come in small packages, so watch out." "The dish is?" "It's coriander-crusted rack of lamb." "What you've got there is the balance of flavors." "The seasoning is absolutely 100% nailed." "Good job." "First name is?" "Royce." "Chef Ramsay's gonna like me." "Anything that I cook is delicious." "It's what I do." "The dish, what is it?" "It's pan-seared grouper." "Where do you cook?" "I cook at STK in South Beach." "You're kidding me." "So who's your executive chef?" "Uh, Ralph Pagano." "Season one runner-up." "Great chef." "And he's your executive chef now." "Yes." "Wow." "He's obviously passed on some very good techniques." "That's delicious." "Thank you." "You like me now?" "Two very good dishes." "Um, both of you." "Congratulations." "Two good dishes." "Next two, let's go, please." "With the women still ahead two to one, saucier Danielle..." "It looks a mess." "Takes on sous chef Justin..." "Tastes nice." "You've nailed the seasoning." "Who closes the gap for the blue team." "Men." "Well done." "Yeah." "Okay, tied up." "Private chef Kimmie from Memphis..." "It's a fisherman's trio, chef." "There's no way on earth I'm taking that to Vegas." "Battles Chicago private chef Brian." "Dessert?" "What the are you doing?" "And it's a public failure for both." "No points." "Next up, Pennsylvania catering chef Barbie..." "Soggy potatoes." "Goes head-to-head against New York executive chef Chris." "They're bitter, and they're burnt." "Point goes to none of you." "With another scoreless round, the teams remain tied." "Now personal chef Briana takes on executive chef Patrick." "The duck tastes delicious." "You've nailed the seasoning." "Both of you get the point." "Good job." "Well done." "All right." "Go, Briana." "Next two, let's go, please." "With the teams neck and neck, new Jersey cooking instructor Dana and Washington, D.C. executive chef Tavon are both hoping their dishes will stand out and give their team the lead." "First name is?" "Dana." "Okay, what's the dish?" "These are pan-seared scallops." "Chef Ramsay's big on scallops and cooking them perfectly." "But I'm not scared of him." "Scallops..." "Cooked beautifully." "Thank you." "Yes." "It tastes delicious." "Thank you, chef." "Right, first name is?" "Tavon." "Your position now is what?" "I'm an executive chef in D.C." "Wow." "And how old are you?" "I'm only 22." "You're 22." "And you're an executive chef running a brigade of chefs." "Yes." "Well done." "Amazing." "Thank you." "What is it?" "Shrimp, scallops, and crab over the top of a bed of fettuccine noodles with Alfredo sauce with whiskey infused." "How much vinegar did you put in there?" "A light little drizzle." "Drizzle?" "Well, more than a drizzle." "I mean, it's hideous." "It is rank." "I mean, it really is bad." "I mean, really bad." "Congratulations, ladies." "Good job." "That's a mess." "Yay." "That's the first time anybody said my food was so up on so many different levels." "This is horrible." "Alfredo, my ass." "Okay, four to three for the ladies." "I'm nervous, but it's a fact that men are better cooks than females." "It's proven." "So I just can't wait to win." "Last pairing, let's go." "It's the final round of signature dish, and the men are looking to New York corporate chef Clemenza to keep them in the running by defeating" "Philadelphia chef de cuisine Christina." "Right, what's this?" "It's a molasses-glazed pork chop." "I'm the chef de cuisine at one of Philly's top 50 restaurants." "The quality of food that we put out is phenomenal." "It's done beautifully." "Pork's cooked perfect." "Squash, delicious." "Amazing." "Great combination." "Thank you, chef." "Yes, thank you." "Right, first name is?" "Clemenza." "Clemenza, where are you from?" "Staten Island, New York." "Chef Ramsay doesn't like fat guys." "But I think I'm gonna surprise him a little bit, 'cause I've been doing this for 18 years, and I may even be better than him." "Okay, what is it?" "Stuffed veal chop with a truffle infusion." "Mm." "Not the easiest thing in the world to do." "Come on." "You seasoned it beautifully." "Great sear." "Cooked stunning." "But I've got this aroma of truffle." "Is it the bottle of truffle oil?" "I finished with a little truffle oil." "A little?" "Point goes to the women." "And the challenge." "Well done." "Well done." "The ladies have won." "We won!" "Nice job." "Girls rule, boys drool." "Men, as losers of your first challenge, you'll not only be cleaning up that pigsty behind you, but you'll be cleaning up the ladies' kitchen as well." "Can't get no worse than this than having Tavon washing dishes." "I have on white skinny jeans." "Like, I-I just don't want to wash dishes." "Ladies, as this year's winner will become the head chef at Gordon Ramsay Steak in Vegas," "I've arranged for you all to have a superb steak barbecue." "Ooh, yes." "Oh, thank you, chef." "Whoo!" "And it's cooked by two very special guests..." "Hell's Kitchen 3 winner, Rock..." "And Hell's Kitchen 6 winner, Dave." "Rock and Dave?" "I'm speechless." "I can't even, like..." "I don't even know what to say." "Men, start cleaning." "Pretty gross." "Bye, y'all." "Out on the patio..." "Congratulations." "The women are treated to a little quality time with two Hell's Kitchen winners." "Well, if you girls play your cards right, you can take them out one by one." "Rock and Dave, they're great." "I'm excited to pick their brains, chit-chat a little bit." "Take down some notes." "Go, girls!" "Ladies are so much smarter than guys." "I mean, I'm a guy, but you all have a one-up on them." "They're stupid." "This is 18 people, one dish?" "We're washing dishes, we're mopping floors." "I look like the happy homemaker." "My are sweating." "The punishment was horrible." "Everything on that thing was perfect except for that truffle oil, man." "After an exhausting punishment..." "Oh, I got a name on it." "Look at that." "The blue team gets their first look at the dinner service menu." "I can't believe he deep-fries his cauliflower." "And while the men hit the books, the women... hit something else." "This is the ham, this is the shoulder." "All right, I gotta go memorize this." "Since the ladies have a couple drinks inside of them, they're definitely getting off-topic." "All they do is" "We're not in a sorority group, we should be focusing on the recipe book and the menu." "A perfectly cooked scallop feels like the tip of the ." "Like when you squeeze it?" "When you touch the top?" "Justin!" "The grand reopening of Hell's Kitchen is only 12 hours away." "Let's rock this , ladies." "And with new knives in hand..." "An official Zwilling J.A. Henckels set." "The chefs get down to business." "Ooh, these bad boys are sharp." "There is clearly a different mood in each kitchen." "While the men are feeling confident..." "Not scared, not nervous." "We're killing it tonight." "The women are having some first-day jitters." "Dude, I'm not getting, like, anything done." "I'm starting to spaz out." "We're a little bit overwhelmed looking at all the menu items." "I know that chef is not gonna accept anything less than perfect." "Let's go, ladies, please." "Yes, chef!" "Guys, line up, please." "Quickly, let's go." "Line up." "Okay, big night." "I mean a real big night." "Our 125th dinner service." "Wow." "Let's make it a special one, shall we, yes?" "Yes, chef." "Okay, Briana." "Yes." "Entrees on the menu, what are they?" "Um..." "Come on!" "Agh!" "We're about to open, and you can't name the entrees." "Um..." "Are you kidding me?" "We're so screwed." "It's moments before the grand reopening of Hell's Kitchen, and chef Ramsay has a simple question for Briana." "Entrees on the menu, what are they?" "Um..." "Come on!" "We're about to open, and you can't name the entrees." "Um..." "Uh, filet of beef, the miso-glazed COD, um..." "Pappardelle New York strip." "Good." "Phew." "Okay, get on your stations." "Yes, chef!" "Oh , here we go guys." "Bang it out." "The blue team is definitely ready for this service." "We're gonna knock this out of the park." "Okay, James." "Open Hell's Kitchen, please." "Let's go." "Yes, chef." "Hell's Kitchen is booked solid for the grand opening of its tenth year, and diners are hopeful that this new group of chefs can execute chef Ramsay's classic menu." "We'll go with the miso-glazed black COD." "The beef Wellington." "Order in, chef." "Okay, ladies, let's go." "One order, four persons." "Table 30." "One scallops, one onion tart, one mussels, one lobster spaghetti." "Yes, chef!" "Let's go, ladies." "Let's go." "Two and a half to the window, scallops." "As the first service, it's almost like the first day of school, you're always a little bit nervous." "But then once you get a feel of it, uh, it works out." "Come on, let's go." "You're up with scallops?" "Yeah." "Unbelievable." "Roshni!" "Yes, chef?" "What are these for?" "We serve..." "look at me... we serve five proportion, right?" "Sorry, chef." "I'll start again." "Damn, dude!" "This is not how we're gonna do tonight." "We gotta pull through this." "I mean, Me." "Un--Real." "Roshni!" "Come here!" "Yes, chef?" "All of you!" "Ladies, come here!" "Yes, chef!" "Is that a sauteed scallop?" "No, chef." "Touch them." "Touch the scallops." "They felt squishy." "Sorry, chef." "There's not any color on there!" "They're, like, raw!" "I guess Roshni hasn't felt a in quite some time." "Those scallops were just raw." "What are you doing?" "Sorry, chef." "I'll start again." "While chef Ramsay looks for perfect scallops in the red kitchen..." "Hey!" "Scallops ready!" "Over in the blue kitchen, the men are ready with their first appetizers." "So we got the two onion tarts up." "Risotto's going up." "Caesar salad now." "Well, make that most of the men." "Anybody know where anchovies are?" "I need anchovies, or we're not getting a salad out." "Royce is like," ""I need the anchovies!"" "Anchovies!" "Are you serious?" "You get your bitch ass and get the anchovies!" "What the ?" "I can't make nothing!" "Guy prepped the salad station." "I guess he didn't think that Caesar salad needed anchovies." "I was ambushed 100%." "What you talking about, Royce?" "What you need, buddy?" "Anchovies, man." "While Royce continues to search for anchovies, the red team is still looking for Roshni's first order of scallops." "Scallops!" "Yeah." "Another minute." "We're still on appetizers." "I don't understand why you can't cook the scallops." "It's really not that hard at all." "Ready, chef!" "Hey, all of you." "Come here." "Oh, man." "This is some ." "Wow!" "I've had enough." "Just touch these." "I mean, honestly." "I'm sorry, chef." "Now we're standing here, 45 minutes into the service." "We haven't even got a appetizer out yet!" "Get out!" "Get out of here!" "No, chef." "No." "Hey, look at me." "Look at me." "Please." "I'm not telling you one more time." "Get the out of here!" "off upstairs!" "Get out!" "Barbie!" "Get on the scallops." "Cook me some scallops." "Yes, chef." "I've never, ever walked off the line." "I've always completed dinner service." "Walking with scallops!" "Salad for scallops, walking!" "With Roshni off the fish station..." "Service, please." "Two separate tables." "Let's go." "The red team, thanks to Barbie, finally sends its first appetizers out to the dining room." "This is very good." "Meanwhile, in the blue kitchen..." "Anchovies?" "I love you." "Caesar salad, one minute!" "Royce has finally found his anchovies." "Tavon, how long?" "And now the men are ready to send out their first table of appetizers." "Coming to the plate." "It's raw." "The pigeon's still raw." "Hey." "Hey, hey, all of you!" "Stop!" "Look." "This pigeon is that raw it can still fly." "Touch it." "Stone--cold and raw!" "Come on!" "Tavon couldn't cook a squab." "Like, he's just a moron." "Are you serious that you're an executive chef?" "Yes, chef." "I actually am, yes." "Yeah?" "How long for this table?" "Four minutes on the squab, chef." "me." "Yes, uh, where's my food?" "Yeah." "I do apologize." "How long have we been here?" "It's an hour into dinner service, and the blue team has yet to serve a single appetizer." "Apologies for the delays." "And while they wait on Tavon's squab," "Justin on scallops and Patrick on garnish are moving forward on the next table." "Next table, how long?" "Right now, chef." "Ten seconds." "Tavon is going down in flames." "I'm not gonna sit back and just watch this happen." "If we just get that first order out, it can all turn around for us." "Okay, stop!" "You!" "Don't touch another scallop." "Come here!" "Just touch these!" "Touch them!" "!" "Why are they all broken?" "What the have you done?" "I'm working with scallops that are complete ." "I was completely sabotaged." "Who sliced all these?" "Someone else did my... chef." "Who sliced the scallops?" "Chef's asking a question." "I did." "Come here, you." "Executive chef." "Come here." "Look at these." "Expensive, hand-dived scallops." "Look." "You've sabotaged them." "This is ugly." "The scallops were just mutilated." "Hold on, it gets better." "Look at this one." "It look like they got cut with a paper clip." "I mean, how?" "Look!" "That's it." "That's everything." "We're in trouble." "You sliced all them!" "We haven't even served one table!" "They're all ." "Look!" "Look!" "Like a bunch of idiots here!" "It's 75 minutes into dinner service, and the blue kitchen has yet to send out a single appetizer." "I'm hungry." "And thanks to Tavon's poorly prepped scallops..." "You sliced all them!" "They're all !" "Look!" "It doesn't look as if that will be changing anytime soon." "We're serving onion tart in place of scallops." "Oui, chef." "Thank you." "Tavon treated those scallops like a homeless rat." "You should never do that to scallops." "How are you, executive chef?" "Do you actually cook in your restaurants?" "Yes, I do." "And do they do the same there?" "Do we do what?" "The same ?" "No." "No." "So why are you doing it here?" "I guess I froze." "I mean..." "You froze?" "What else... what else do you want me to say?" "You haven't even defrosted." "You think it's funny?" "All those customers?" "Do me a favor." "Yeah." "off upstairs." "Get out!" "Ahh!" "This was the first time I've ever been kicked out of the kitchen in my career." "Chef Ramsay, you're a douchebag." "One onion tart, one spaghetti!" "How long?" "What are we waiting on?" "What do we got?" "What are we waiting on?" "I'm waiting on some talent!" "Yes, chef." "This is a joke!" "Thoroughly frustrated with the blue kitchen, chef Ramsay turns his attention to the red kitchen..." "Spaghetti walking to the pass." "Where the women have steadily pushed out appetizers." "Service." "Really good." "That is amazing." "Now it's up to Christina on the meat station..." "We're ready!" "To the window!" "To keep the momentum going with entrees." "Wellington chicken to the window!" "Let's go." "Ladies, we got this!" "We got this!" "For real!" "Oh, my God." "I mean, seriously?" "What in the is that?" "I guess not." "Who cooked that?" "Come here." "The dough is still raw." "Are you for real?" "You want me to serve that out there?" "No, chef." "It's just a joke." "Damn it, we gotta push out the entrees!" "Christina's killing us right now." "Have you got another Wellington?" "Yes." "That's the thing with baking Wellington." "You don't know until the end, and there's nothing you can do, so I'm praying, like, "oh, one of these beef, they have to be okay."" "Look, it's raw." "Raw." "So now, in the middle of service, we took the ones that were rolled, broke them down, rolled out new pastry dough, rewrapped them, and got them in the oven right away." "You know, basically we're just sitting there waiting for it to cook." "Chicken Wellington, how long?" "15 on the Wellingtons." "15 what?" "Minutes, on the Wellingtons." "For 15 minutes, service definitely was silent." "I mean, this is a joke." "An absolute joke." "While the red team waits for the Wellingtons, over in the blue kitchen..." "Spaghetti, onion tart, pigeon... how long?" "Chef Ramsay is unbelievably still waiting for the first appetizers." "Royce!" "Yes, chef?" "Tavon's gone." "Are you gonna lead the section?" "Yes, chef!" "Royce, come on!" "Get in the game!" "I'm here, chef." "Royce can make spaghetti." "Royce can make squab." "Royce can make everything." "I got this." "Break a sweat, Royce!" "Yes, chef." "Got about a minute and a half on the pasta." "My spaghetti's coming up." "I'm ready." "We're ready." "Let's go." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "We got it." "It's good to go." "I work for a pasta company that produces a million pounds of pasta a day." "Royce, let me clue you in on a little something." "That spaghetti ain't done." "Don't put that." "Hey, come here." "Crunchy spaghetti." "Crunchy..." "you can just see it." "Pick that up, look." "Crunchy." "Sorry, chef." "I'll have one in 30 seconds." "Hey, hey." "Get out!" "I have one in 30 seconds, chef." "Hey, look at me." "Get out!" "Join the exec upstairs!" "Get the out of here!" "that ." "I'm the best chef in Hell's Kitchen." "I don't deserve to get kicked out." "Spaghetti." "bush league." "Nearly two hours into dinner service, the women are stalled on the entrees." "Chicken Wellington, how long?" "Five more minutes now, chef." "Five minutes." "And the men are still a mess with the appetizers." "I hope you're proud of this." "Like a bunch of idiots here!" "Come on, guys." "We need to rally back here." "Don's, uh, living in his own world." "He was wandering around, not knowing what the to do with himself." "Two Caesar salads, one onion tart." "How long?" "Onion tart walking." "Got an onion tart." "Three right now." "Three right now." "Check to see if they're done, men." "Put that down." "Just put the whole tray down." "raw!" "All of you." "All of you!" "Raw!" "You can't cook pastry." "End of the day for me!" "Get out!" "All of you, get out!" "Two hours into the grand reopening of Hell's Kitchen, the blue team has had a complete meltdown." "All of you!" "Stop!" "End of the day for me!" "Get out!" "Never in my life have I been so embarrassed." "Anybody who was on that line that wasn't embarrassed doesn't belong anywhere in a kitchen." "That blows." "With the men kicked out of the kitchen, chef Ramsay's focus is entirely on the women..." "Walking to the window with the Wellington!" "Who are still attempting to send out their first entrees." "It's still the same table." "All of you, come here." "me." "Look!" "It's like snot!" "There's just no thought!" "Shut it down and clean up." "Yes, chef." "I didn't expect my first dinner service to be like this in the slightest." "I'm just sorry that, uh, I couldn't come through." "Uh, where do I start?" "Clearly, I got a service to remember." "100 diners... 18 chefs..." "Zero entrees served." "Ridiculous." "Zero." "The losing team tonight?" "The blue team." "Yeah." "You sucked." "At least the red kitchen completed the appetizers." "I want the blue team... come to a consensus which two chefs should be up for elimination." "Now off." "All of you." "Damn right we deserve to win, because we got our apps out and they didn't." "Once he said, "if I had to pick a worse team," I knew it wasn't us." "I have a heart." "I don't want to see anyone go home, but I'd rather it be them than us." "One of them is going home, and one of us is not." "Who was the two weakest links?" "Who's gonna go first?" "The two guys who were working the appetizer station are the two guys that got booted out of the kitchen, and it's the station that completely everybody." "My two nominations are gonna be, uh," "Tavon and Royce, based solely on that." "You gotta understand, I walked into." ""I need one Caesar" and not enough prep for it." "Who prepped the salad station?" "Guy." "So I forgot your anchovies." "What the ?" "Big deal." "Go to the fridge in the back and get them." "He's just like a little girl, this kid." "Based upon tonight's performance," "I mean, I would have to say Royce." "But if you take the overall picture," "I would almost have to say Don." "Who's the better asset to have on the team between them two, it would be Royce rather than Don." "Don didn't do anything tonight in the kitchen." "I had him picked from the beginning as one of the weakest links." "If you don't have what it takes, then you should not be here." "I'm with Tavon and Don too." "My whole thing is I did not get a chance to prove what I can do." "I mean, I didn't get to put out one entree." "This doesn't make any sense." "I never had a chance to do anything today." "So based on performance alone, the person who was supposed to be my assistant, that wanted to take charge of the area, up just as bad as I am, and you all putting Don up." "I-I-I don't think that Don should still go up." "Did you guys witness the same events that I just witnessed?" "Royce is a -up, and is all over the place." "Ah, , man." "Men, have you reached a decision?" "Yes, chef." "Patrick?" "Yes, chef?" "First nominee and why." "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." "Yeah, he got screwed by a pigeon." "Second nominee and why?" "The second nominee, uh, is..." "After a terrible dinner service where no entrees were served, the blue team nominated..." "Tavon." "And now must give their second nominee." "The second nominee, uh, is Don." "Don?" "Why?" "He didn't even cook." "Not only did you put in a performance, but you came to a crap consensus." "The two worst tonight..." "Tavon..." "And Royce." "And now you two can step forward." "Let's go." "Tavon, tell me, from an executive chef's point of view, why you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen." "Hurry up." "Um, I definitely knew that I was more of the reason that everything went down, and I took responsibility for everything that happened." "What would you rate your performance this evening?" "Line chef, sous chef?" "Probably a prep cook that got thrown onto the line." "Well, that's way off my estimate." "I would have said dishwasher on a day." "Royce." "Tell me why you think you should stay in Hell's Kitchen." "I showed you what I had in my signature dish." "I didn't perform well tonight." "I tried, I pushed..." "I tried." "I really tried." "And I just, I r..." "I felt I was already sabotaged." "Sabotaged?" "Who sabotaged your section?" "I feel that... the people who we... set up and..." "Who?" "I feel like Guy set up the station." "Guy, did you sabotage Royce?" "'Cause he's under the impression you did." "I don't know why he thinks I sabotaged him." "I did forget the anchovies, but I don't see a sabotage in that." "I'm done with B.S. for the night." "I wanted to do something special to launch our tenth year." "You turned it into a disaster, both of you, seriously, really disappointed." "My decision is..." "Royce." "Back in line." "Tavon." "Give me your jacket." "Leave Hell's Kitchen." "Good night." "Being the first to be eliminated sucks, of course." "Nobody wants to go home first." "But I did what I did." "I messed up." "But now I'm looking forward to sitting on my couch and see Royce's ass go the home next week." "Men, tonight, the fight back was appalling." "The confusion was evident." "Get a grip." "Got it?" "Yes, chef." "Now off." "Whoo-hoo!" "Chef Ramsay called damn near every person out for putting me up there." "Unh!" "Royce, he goes up there and throws me under the bus and then puts a truck behind it and a train to go over me too." "Well, that doesn't work in my world." "You fall down again, I'll put you up there." "It's just a matter of time." "The guys are acting like little bitches." "They're turning against each other." "They're not working as a team." "We're gonna kick the boys' ass tomorrow, the next day, the day after that." "Unbelievable." "Tavon may be an executive chef at 22, but he did little to impress me in his short stay in Hell's Kitchen." "Next time on Hell's Kitchen..." "Open your eyes, bozo!" "The blue team is looking for redemption." "There's something seriously up with this team." "No!" "But there may be no saving them." "I don't know how to wake you up." "You're like a zombie!" "Can the men come together..." "You're not manning up!" "Before they come to blows?" "Guy just hit me in the face." "Royce is like a little girl." "I don't know how things got so crazy." "And on the red team, one chef makes an enemy..." "Get your ass up and talk to me, Barbie!" "I-I-I..." "no, you did not!" "Out of everybody." "You done brought some Memphis outta me, ho." "You up." "And when the women throw down..." "Might have a brawl tonight in the dorms." "It's fight night." "Nobody wants your bitch ass here." "All next time on a bloody good episode..." "Royce deserved it." "Idiot!" "Of Hell's Kitchen." "What is wrong with you?"