It can’t get any worse.
JJohn
Yeah, it could get worse.
[Gordon has a talk with John after the “Murder Mystery” dinner.]
You love being an entertainer. Don’t you dare tell me that that is hard when...
JJohn
I don’t hate it.
...this whole fucking thing was put together for your fantasy.
JJohn
Well, that’s kinda what this night is. It is entertainment; we put on a show.
You’re pretending to be Sherlock Holmes, and upstairs, we’re empty. You’re in the shit, financially. We’re in ruins. And if you put the same amount of effort into filling this place, just one room booked tonight would’ve made more profit than the whole Murder Mystery and all that work that went into it. I mean, this is insane! And you prance around like some fucking idiot while your wife is slaving away in the kitchen! Do you have any care in the world, apart from yourself?
JJohn
When you get a psychology degree...
Oh, when I get one. Okay.
JJohn
...you come and tell me what’s wrong with me.
Here we go.
JJohn
You obviously think you’re a psychologist.
Big denial again.
JJohn
No, I’m not in denial; I just don’t know what you want!
It’s only your own fucking stupidity to why we’re in the shit this far!
JJohn
Well, that is probably true!
So then man up and act responsible!
JJohn
Okay. I’m done with that. (stands up to leave) I’m done with that interview. No, no, I’m done.
Oh... Sherlock. Does that massage your ego a bit more?
JJohn
(holds up his hand) No, just talk to my hand, you know, on your way out.
“Talk to my hand”? Oh, what a fucking idiot.
JJohn
Have a good night.
You’re not ten years old! You need to grow up and stop running away from the truth! (John leaves through the hallway door) Fucking joke.
JJohn
I want him to fall into a very deep pit... so he can’t get out.
[Gordon walks into the kitchen after John served him a raw soft boiled egg.]
JJohn
Fire away buddy.
Are you having a laugh at your family's expense?
JJohn
No.
Big tall hat, big jacket and you can't boil a fucking egg.
JJohn
You want a fried egg? You want French toast too? How about some pancakes?
What the fuck are you doing? You don't care, do you?
JJohn
I do care.
You're a fucking joke.
JJohn
(interview) Those are what we refer to as fighting words. Gutsy thing to do, especially in a kitchen full of sharp knives. (normal) It has never been a joke for me. Ever.
"Come play at my school. I'm the head master!" You're acting like an absolute idiot.
JJohn
No, but you’re in my house.
That’s right, and I’m disgusted at your performance. Your big problem is you can’t handle the truth. You don’t like hearing it.
JJohn
You don’t even know me. You know... squat!
It’s a joke. Think about your wife! You’re into $1.1 million dollars of debt! You’re forcing her to live in Hell; she’s telling me that! And just think of the last 13 years, about what you’ve fucking done. And not to you, to everyone else standing behind you.
JJohn
(interview) I'm tired of hearing that. I don't need it anymore. (Gordon leaves the kitchen) Screw it; I really don't care if he leaves.
Fuck me.
These quotes come from Wikiquote's Hotel Hell pages and are available under the Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike License.