“Come here. All of you, come here! Put...” – Gordon

Come here. All of you, come here! Put it down. (to Ben) Put it fucking down. What is that?

Lamb chop, sir.

Lamb chop, yeah? Eat it. (gives the lamb to Ben and he eats it) Happy now? Now it's getting thinner and thinner and thinner. There's another one. There's one ripped to fuck there now. Too thin, cowboy.

(interview) I'm like, "Ooh, why are you sending that out?" It looked like a piece of carpaccio on a bone, man.

(to Ben) How can someone so fucking fat slice something so fucking thin?

Sorry, chef. It won't happen again, chef.

I wouldn't even serve that to my fucking dog!

I'll fix it right now, chef.