Gordon and David in “Unfinished Business”

You amaze me.

What?

Because all week long, face-to-face, you fucking pretend to care.

Oh, fuck, Gordon. Come on.

You don't give two fucks about this place.

Really?

You're not passionate about running a restaurant.

Really?

You're just abusing it and using it.

How did I- what, what, what did I do?

I've never met an individual that's so full of shit in all my life.

How have I been lying to you, Gordy? How? Tell me.

Gordy?

Yeah, how? You want to disrespect me, I can disrespect you too. But tell me how I'm lying to you.

I'm not disrespecting you. I'm telling you the truth.

No, you're disrespecting me because you don't know the truth.

You're just massaging your fucking ego.

Gordon, bullshit.

What do you mean, bullshit?

Not true.

From the first minute you walked in this fucking door, standing there with your big long coat and your fucking sunglasses looking like proud cock, that was it. First impressions. Then you start debating lobsters because you think you're some smart-arse on the back of few fucking shit dive books. [flashback] Are you aware that the lobsters in your fridge are Canadian?

[flashback] Homarus americanus. Same animal, right?

"Humanus americanus", my arse-us.

Hmm.

With 21 restaurants under my belt, I work my fucking arse off.

So what? So what?

And I never take anything for granted.

[sarcastically] Fascinating, Gordon.

You treat the staff like shit. You amaze me.

Never. Never did that.

Excuse me?

Never. [flashback] Cat, it's policy here for you not to have a drink here after your shift, but you often do. [normal] Never.

You can't even be honest with yourself, let alone me. Mate, you've been exposed.

Exposed?

You're a hypocrite.

Is that right?

Absolutely. For you, it's about a fucking TV show. This man [points to Greg], it's about a restaurant. Fuck the TV, David. And, I mean fuck it. This is real for me. And for you, it's an image.

I disagree with you on almost everything you said.

You do?

Yeah, I do.

Why do you disagree?

Because you're wrong. The great Gordon Ramsay is wrong.

You're a sad fuck. My advice would be for him [points to Greg] to get his partners, get your money out—yeah?—and disappear.

Yeah, alright. My advice would be for you to disappear, and the sooner the better.

You don’t get it, do you?

Fuck you, Gordon; of course I get it.

This restaurant has every chance of succeeding... but not while you are in it, because you’re not passionate. You’re soulless.

Say what you like. Let me get out of here.

You’re ungrateful.