Hell's Kitchen, Season 2

Gordon:
Let's go, three salmon, one turbot.

Sara:
Heather?

Heather:
What?

Sara:
Is there any salmon left in the house?

Gordon:
What's going on? What's going on?

Sara:
Chef, I--

Gordon:
What? Come here you! Tell me! I'm the fucking chef!!

Sara:
Yes, chef. I don't have enough salmon to get through the night.

Gordon:
You're not serious, are you?

Sara:
I am serious chef.

Gordon:
Hey, I'd fuck off and go and buy some if I were you.

Sara:
May I substitute using turbot?

Gordon:
Why don't you check with the maître d'? Can we serve turbot in place of the salmon?

Jean-Phillippe:
On which table?

Gordon:
Table 20. Please? Thank you. (to Sara) Hey, you, fuck off, will you? You useless cow.

Sara:
Turbot's in here. Sorry chef.

Gordon:
You know missy, you're finished aren't you?

Sara:
No, chef, come on!

Gordon:
Hey, what do you mean come on? I want you to come on! I want you to wake up!

Sara:
Chef, I told you and they're resolving it now and all I can do is give you the turbot. I have the salmon in the fridge and there's only 2!

Gordon:
That's right! And whose fucking fault was it?! Don't get fucking upset with me in my fucking kitchen when you're standing there sulking because you fucked the salmon!

Sara:
I'm not sulking chef.

Gordon:
Yeah, you're finished. Heather, get on the fish please and do something for her yeah?

Sara:
No, chef.

Gordon:
So wake up and get it back together!

Sara:
I don't need to be replaced chef!

Gordon:
Then tell her then.

Sara:
I don't need to be replaced.

Gordon:
There you go.

Sara:
(interview) I screwed up one fucking table with one fucking salmon. I wasn't beat. Don't get up all about my crotch about shit.