I have met many men like you, the way you know men like me. I know you wouldn't have done this if you thought there was the least chance of it coming back on you. Well, guess what? It's come back on you like the hand of God. And the next words from your mouth will determine the weight and velocity of the staggering tonnage of shit that's about to plummet onto your head.
Andrew and I somehow admire this raging master of culinary design and personal insult. No matter how many times he calls one of his student chefs a donkey or a pig, that amateur wants to lick his boots. If you watch closely, you see Gordon smile once in a while.