GORDON RAMSEY IS TALKING TO SOME ONE OFF STAGE.
GORDON
F**k, f**k, c**t, f**k, f**k, c**t, with an amyl nitrate dressing.
HIS WIFE WALKS ON.
WIFE
Ok Gordon thanks for telling me what you were upto this weekend. I want a divorce.
GORDON
You f**king can't, with out a wife and kids C**ting Jamie Oliver will get all the f**king Sainsbury adverts.
WIFE
I don't care you've served up meat and 2 vegs to a few to many whores, I want a divorce.
GORDON
You shitting can't big girl. If I'm divorced I'll be just another Scots swearing at people in Kingscross station.
WIFE
Fine I'll stay.
GORDON
For the kids? Our c**ting little darlings?
WIFE
No otherwise I'd have to shag that mockney Oliver, that hideous tongue bleeuurrggh.