Dana has already forgotten her spaghetti soup and calls herself the best for not screwing up any more appetizers. Not so for Barbie. Perhaps because she seems more concerned about Ramsay identifying her as a "sexy bitch" for some reason, she messes up scallops -- again, mind you -- and Ramsay is disgusted because those are for firefighters. The "Why do you hate America, Barbie?" is implied.

Then Clemenza's not ready with the Wellington for Patrick's cod, which isn't good. But Red's still working on appetizers, and Christina elects to help Briana out, who I guess has taken over for Barbie there and is proving just as useless. Christina starts getting shit done.

Then Clemenza slices the Wellingtons too soon, which means they'll "bleed out" (holy shit! That's gangsta!) before the cod is ready. So he's got to do them over again -- trouble is, he needs three and there are only two prepped.

Briana's on cod, but she screws up things for Red's entrees when she burns a bunch and then serves up a half-portion of cod (which isn't even done right). Briana apologizes to Kimmie, who is, as usual, moments away from committing homicide.

Then Clemenza again screws up the Wellingtons and he has no more. Ramsay's not impressed. "Baby rhino screwed the marines. It's the U.S. Marines!" he yells. Well, in that case, they're probably able to handle hardship a little greater than "Sorry, but we're out of beef Wellington, sir."

James marches Clemenza out into the dining room to explain himself to the marines, and it's presented as though Clemenza might not make it back alive. Fortunately, his suggestion of the New York strip instead earns a "Yeah, that'll be fine" so DOMESTIC CRISIS AVERTED. Clemenza is genuinely relieved to not have been murdered.

Briana gets the firefighters' cod right, which means it's up to Roshni on garnish, but she forgot the dumplings. "Pathetic," snaps Ramsay.

And while Clemenza and Patrick get the marines' cod and strip steak out, Red team takes another crack at the cod and dumplings. But the dumplings are cold. "You can't even poach a dumpling! Brutal!" yells Ramsay. Red sucks it up and gets back to work, except Kimmie's Wellingtons are four different types of garbage while Brian's cod is boiled on one side and burned on the other. The nice thing about Kimmie screwing up is we don't have to listen to hear complain about all the other bitches who can't cook. It's enough for Ramsay, who kicks them out with a "Get out! Get out! And one more thing: get out!" to the shock (really?) and delight of the diners. Obviously, much like watching autoracing for the crashes, you go to Hell's Kitchen not to eat but to watch Ramsay scream at sweaty line cooks. So I don't feel too bad for any diner sitting there going, "It's been over two hours."