Well. This is the sorriest Final Five of any Hell's Kitchen. Look at you.
Jen: You are a raging narcissist. Yes, your beef dish was wonderful. But that doesn't make you invulnerable to critcism. Do you understand that to lead doesn't mean to bully? You might think you're not doing anything different than I am, but look a little more closely. I understand how to motivate, not just yell. You're not fit to run my restaurant.
Christina: I cannot for the life of me believe that you are not out of your depth here. Your childishness has not gone unnoticed: "Am not!" "Are too!" "Shut up!" "You shut up!" You and Matt were pathetic. Pathetic. You're not fit to run my restaurant.
Corey: Now that you've stopped trying to seduce the more pitiful of the men, youcan focus on becoming a weaker cook. Honestly, you were better in the beginning. How about when you and Christina ran the Red kitchen almost by yourselves. Brilliant. Tonight's service? Much less brilliant. Wake up and you might be fit to run my restaurant.
Petrozza: You are a filthy pig. But you make such lovely food. If you learn to be more decisive, you might be fit to run my restaurant.
Bobby: Too bad about the duck. Otherwise it was a good dish. You've been playing it cool for the last few weeks. Better than being yelled at, I suppose. I don't really have much confidence in you, or I'd be trying to see what you're made of. You don't do much wrong, but you don't do much right either. You're not fit to run my restaurant.
Matt: It seems you misunderstood. I didn't send you to the dorms because I thought you needed a nice rest. I sent you there because you were a complete #####-up. A complete. #####-up. I will now write a humiliating limerick about you. You are certainly not fit to run my restaurant. Bye.
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