Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares, Series Four

[Gordon returns to The Runaway Girl on the second day.]

Gordon:
Titty bar. [Enters the restaurant] What was the first thing you thought about this morning?

Justin:
What I've done is, I've dug out 30, 40 comments cards, and just taken them off the top of the pile. And all they're saying is, "Great food"; "Great atmosphere"; "Great food"; "Great atmosphere"; "What would you change?": "Nothing"; "What would you change?": "Nothing".

Gordon:
I can't believe you, you know that? Your business is fucked. And you revert to stupid pretentious comment cards to pump smoke back up your arse first thing this morning to say "Food's good", "Atmosphere is good", "Music is good". When are you going to stop massaging yourself and fucking get real?

Justin:
Okay, there's clearly a bigger picture which is fucked, yeah. But this is...

Gordon:
Fuck me.

Richie:
Just, this is what I'm talking about, kid. You've got to cut the fucking bullshit. Why the fuck are you still trying to make out you've fucking got something?

Justin:
Do you think-

Richie:
When the fucking- When the damage has been done. We already look like a couple of fucking tits. Yeah? You're already looking like a twat. Yeah? And this guy is too fucking clever for you. So shut your fucking mouth and fucking listen!

Justin:
I can't-

Richie:
If you do not turn it around today, two o'clock, me and him are fuckin' off! Yeah? I ain't fuckin' staying here. Just - Cut the fucking crap to turn things around! He's there to fucking turn it around. You can do it without me, or fucking with me. Because I've had enough of this fucking charade! Because I don't need this fucking shit! And I've got to stand next to him and show him fucking tubs of fucking shit, that I'm fucking cooking! You've fuckin' done nothing!

Justin:
So tell me where to go from here, Rich! Cause you're-

Richie:
You're not fucking listening to him!!

Justin:
I'm al-

Richie:
He's trying to fucking tell you! I've tried to tell you for two years! About every fucking thing! Food, bands, I've told you that, but you don't fucking understand! [explodes with frustration] So show him some fuckin' respect, or else I'm fuckin' goin' at two o'clock! And that's fuckin' it! That is it. No fuckin' bullshit!

Justin:
Okay.

Richie:
Fucking dangle me like a fucking puppet! [Pats Gordon's shoulder] Sorry.

Gordon:
Get some fresh air.

Richie:
So don't take the fucking piss out of me anymore! Fuck this shit, bruv.