John quotes from Kitchen Nightmares

Peter's like one of those guys who eats out a lot, so he assumes he knows about cooking in restaurants. He has no clue about the kitchen.

(interview) When Chef Gordon pulled those potato skins out, I knew he had found something that I wasn't going to like.

With the doors about to open, Gordon gathers the staff for a quick chat.

Right, tonight is a critical, crucial night.

Are you with us? Or are you...

No, I'm just waiting for him (Peter).

Okay, but we're really busy right now.

Once again, Peter's has a bill collector on its doorstep.

(to bill collector) You are interfering, that's what I'm saying. Now get out of the way. Would you mind...

I'm interfering? You got to wait two minutes. I got to talk.

Get out of the way.

What?

Why don't you get out of the way so we can go on?

You get out of the way. Don't worry about it, I'm talking to him.

Why don't you go -- no, get out of the way.

(points to Peter) I want to talk to you.

I'm saying: Get away.

(to bill collector) Hey, who are you talking to? (begins to take off suit jacket)

I'm talking to you!

(tries to hold Peter back) God almighty! Relax, relax, relax, relax, relax!

(unintelligible, overlapping, drops his jacket)

(unintelligible, overlapping)

Oh, no! Relax, relax, relax, relax!

(unintelligible)

(gets in bill collector's face) Fuck off! Get the fuck out of here! Who the fuck are you?!

(still trying to restrain Peter) Relax! Relax! Dear, oh dear!

Who the fuck are you?! Fucking tough guy?!

(turns away for a second) Christ almighty...

(unintelligible, chases bill collector outside)

(notices what just happened) Oh, shit...

(trying to instigate a fight) Yeah, tough guy! Come on!

(being restrained by Robert and John) You fake little gangster! Come on! You fake little gangster! I'll hurt you, scumbag! YEAH, TOUGH GUY!! GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Stop!

(watching the bill collector walk toward his car) COME ON, YOU FAKE TOUGH GUY!! COME ON, YOU FAKE TOUGH GUY!! COME ON! COME ON, YOU WANT TO FIGHT ME?! COME ON, I'LL PUT YOU IN THE HOSPITAL!! YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!! YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!!!

Come out of the way, come out of the way.

FUCK THIS GUY!!! FUCK THIS GUY!! COME ON, YOU FAKE FUCKING GANGSTER!! YOU FUCKING BLOWJOB!! YOU'RE A FUCKING BLOWJOB!!!

Peter, you're embarrassing me.

Fuck this guy!!

Peter, Peter, relax.

Relax, relax.

Who the fuck is he to come in my fucking place?!?

Relax, relax, relax.

(still raging at the now-departing bill collector) Have my fucking cock, you scumbag! Yeah, tough guy! (gets right next to his car and knocks on the window) Right now! Right now! (bill collector drives away anyway)

We sat here wondering why this business is on its ass. It starts with the top job, it's called responsibility. (to John) No wonder you've given up.

(interview) I've been in denial, I've lowered my standards, and it takes somebody like a Gordon Ramsay to come in and wake you up.