Chef!, Series Three (1996)

Gareth:
It's a letter from my father. He's coming to visit.

Everton:
Oh, is he? How is he?

Gareth:
As gittish as ever. In fact, if there was a Hall of Fame for Gits, my father would be revered as the gold-plated, gilt-edged git god of all time. I loathe him more than Gary Rhodes's hair cut.

Everton:
You're not still vexed with him, are you, Chef?

Gareth:
Vexed? Everton, when I was ten years old my father went round the corner to buy a newspaper. He never came back.