Ramsay: Fresh frozen? There's no such thing! It's either fresh or it's frozen.
—"Cafe 36"
Pinto: We keep it frozen, fresh frozen, it stays more fresh.
—"Cafe 36"
Ramsay: I wouldn't trust you running a bath, let alone a fucking restaurant!
—"Fiesta Sunrise"
Amy: I will go tell them to fuck off if my husband doesn't.
—"Amy's Baking Company"
Samy: I am the gangster, not you.
—"Amy's Baking Company"
Ramsay: Chitlins? Shitlins.
—"Blackberry's"
Michael: HELLO, MY NAME'S NINOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
—"Nino's"
Michael: Nino, please.
—"Nino's"
Richie: Jus... 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? When, when the fucking —
Justin: (tries to cut him off) When I—
Richie: — 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's too fucking clever for you. So shut your fucking mouth, and fucking listen!
Justin: But I can't —
Richie: If you do not turn it round today, two O'clock — me and him are fucking off! Yeah?!
Justin: Today —
Richie: I ain't fucking staying here, Jus! (Justin tries to protest) CUT THE FUCKING CRAP, TO TURN THINGS ROUND! HE'S HERE TO FUCKING TURN IT ROUND! You can do it without me, or fucking with me. Cause I've had enough of this fucking charade. Cause 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's our fucking cooking! So fucking — (Justin cuts in again) don't say nothing!
Justin: I'm saying to tell me where to go from here, Rich! Because what —
Richie: YOU'RE NOT FUCKING LISTENING TO HIM! HE'S TRYING TO FUCKING TELL YOU! I'VE TRIED TO TELL YOU FOR TWO YEARS, ABOUT EVERY-FUCKING-THING! Food, bands — and I told you that! BUT YOU DON'T FUCKING UNDERSTAND! SO SHOW HIM SOME FUCKING RESPECT, OR ELSE I'M FUCKING GOING AT TWO O' CLOCK, AND THAT'S FUCKING IT! (Beat) That is it, no fucking bullshit.
Justin: (blankly) Okay.
Richie: Fucking dangle me like a fucking puppet! (turns around to leave, but reassuringly pats Gordon on the shoulder as he walks off) Sorry.
Gordon: (quietly) ...go get some fresh air.
Richie: (starts to walk out, yells back to Justin) So don't take the fucking piss out of me any more! (as he leaves) Fuck this shit, bruv.
—"The Runaway Girl"
