Chef Ramsay comes in and reminds them that because there's only one kitchen, there will be twice as much for each person to prepare. Then he assigns the stations: Jen and Petrozza are on appetizers, Bobby is on fish, Corey is on vegetables, and Matt and Christina are both on meat. What? The two people who are at each other's throats are on the same station? What are the odds of that? That doesn't feel like contrived drama at all!
Christina straightforwardly interviews that if Matt gets in the way, she won't hesitate to kick him off the station. Matt interviews that Christina needs to grow up, and also that she's "a nasty little bitch with a lot of cellulite on her ass." Way to take the high road there. Also, I don't think Matt's in any position to be pointing fingers at other people's unsightly asses.
We're open! The menu is the usual stuff, plus the rib-eye that Jen made earlier. Within ten seconds of the first order coming in, Matt has set fire to his pan and has been scolded for blowing on it. Apparently, blowing on a burning pan will just feed the fire and also get burning hot oil on your face. Useful tip.
Jen's first risotto gets a compliment; she's on hot apps while Petrozza is on cold apps. The first cold appetizer is rejected because the bottom of the plate has chives stuck to it where it was resting in Petrozza's filthy workspace. Petrozza interviews, with no hint of embarrassment, that he's dirtier than the average guy. After the bottom of the plate is cleaned, Chef Ramsay actually compliments the food that's on top. So he doesn't have anything against Petrozza, except that he works like a pig.
Jen interviews confidently that she knows she's the best chef there. Naturally, this is followed by her trying to give Chef Ramsay some salty risotto. However, the appetizers seem to be going out smoothly, which means that it's time for the meat. And Matt can't even remember the order that's being shouted at him. That's "regular kitchen shouting", not "furious Gordon Ramsay shouting." We'll have some of the latter kind in a second.