Hell's Kitchen, Season 7

Narrator:
In the dining room, one customer...

Female diner:
Is it cooked?

Male diner:
It's rare at best.

Female diner:
(talks to waiter) I asked for medium and that's rare completely.

Male diner:
Shit!

Narrator:
Decides to take manners into his own hands.

Male diner:
[at the pass] Oh no! This is rare.

Gordon:
(who stands at the Red kitchen) Service, please!

Male diner:
Fuck!

Gordon:
What's the matter? Oh, talk to me?

Male diner:
[pointing at the beef] Medium?

Gordon:
Excuse me? Hey, you don't call me you acting like on it's funny. (to male diner) Yeah, do me a favour: That's his [JP] job, you fuck off, yes?

Male diner:
Are you trying to poison me?

Gordon:
Poison you? What a fucking dick. It's beef, you fucking idiot, tartare! (to male diner again) You never heard of that?

Male diner:
It's low-grade beef, at best.

Gordon:
Go get a shave, you fucking knob-end!

Male diner:
It's low-grade dog food, at best.

Gordon:
(goes to Blue kitchen) Let's go. Standing on ice on a fucking jerk. Stand strong, buddy! Stand nice and strong. Push your arms up and you're like a fucking quail!