Are you OK for the trial? It is broadcast in the UK on Channel 4 as Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares USA. Perhaps. Oan't fly in rain. It's your only chance, bee! [having her try the tough Duck a l'Orange he was served]. And so here we have yet another example of bee culture casually stolen by a human for nothing more than a prance-about stage name. - I'll sting you, you step on me. [after smelling the dish], Mary (herself): In Jesus name you are blessed; we rebuke the spirit of the Devil. Layton, you've gotta weave some magic with this jury, or it's gonna be all over.

Boy, quite a bit of pomp... under the circumstances.

Oh, Barry, stop. Oan you believe how lucky we are? Gordon Ramsay: God bless him. Gordon Ramsay: God, it looks like something out of a porn movie. How is the plane flying? Well, I guess I'll go home now and just leave this nice honey out, with no one around. Sorry, ma'am. I got a thing going here. Traci (manager, server): This place should be banging. Vanessa Bloome, FTD. And artificial flowers. Gordon Ramsay: Raz is so proud of his Bollywood palace, that he's prepared to bend the truth a little to get it noticed. Timberland, size ten and a half. Only to losing, son. To the final Tournament of Roses parade in Pasadena. There's a bee on that plane. Vanessa! You're dating a human florist! - What are you? How come you don't fly everywhere? - Yes. Watch it, Benson! Let it go, Kenny. I just say that and f***ing knock the salt over.

Yeah, OK, I see, I see. That's it. Our top-secret formula is automatically color-corrected, scent-adjusted and bubble-contoured into this soothing sweet syrup with its distinctive golden glow you know as... Honey! What, this? Wait for my signal. - Stinger, check.

He has a human girlfriend. We're looking for new, vibrant, young exciting cotumers that are going to be loyal to this place for the next ten years. Oan't breathe. Dustin (waiter): Chef Mic'. At least we got our honey back. Eighty-six it. What's going on? Don't y'all date your cousins? You know, whatever. - You snap out of it! - Talking to humans?!

[to a cook who came to the dirty and mold-covered walk-in freezer to get food]. Gordon Ramsay: Right, where's that French little f***er? - Do something! I always felt there was some kind of barrier between Ken and me. Adam, don't! I don't know. What was it like to sting someone? Roses can't do sports. The ball's a little grabby. Buzz, buzz, buzz, buzz! Two more dead. Have a great afternoon! Not only that, it seems you thought a bear would be an appropriate image for a jar of honey. Living out our lives as honey slaves to the white man? Not taking sides! Do these look like rumors? The talking thing. Here's your change. It looks like we'll experience a couple hours delay. Once at the airport, there's no stopping us. We're gonna take him up.

Oome on! - And a reminder for you rookies, bee law number one, absolutely no talking to humans!

What is that? If you don't move, he won't sting you. [first offering he some drink]. Gordon Ramsay: Greek dips. Gordon Ramsay: It's like a flamingo turd just landed on my plate.

Ready? - Her name's Vanessa. So long, bee! This isn't so hard. Gordon Ramsay: Ew, it's a mouth full of goo. We're in a lot of trouble.

- Hello.

- Let it all go. The bees are back! Gordon Ramsay: Thank God the locals boycotted this place, because if they ate here they'd never come back. Barry, this is what you want to do with your life? He runs up the steps into the church. - Then why yell at me?

Where is the evidence? - Hang on. Dead from the neck up. As an Amazon Associate I earn from qualifying purchases. It's a microwave. Oongratulations on your victory. [sitting at a table with three old ladies]. Feeling lucky, are you? When I leave a job interview, they're flabbergasted, can't believe what I say. My entire species... What are you doing? Oan't fly in rain. Just drop it. [to Rachel, as he cooks in the kitchen and she stands there unappreciative]. Thanks for the coffee. Oan't fly in rain. I'm a florist. That's life! Speak, you fool! Triple blade! Ooffee? Hive at Five, the hive's only full-hour action news source. Gordon Ramsay: And for as long as I've got a hole in my butt, big boy, those f***in' potatoes have been in the deep fat fryer.

What? We need to talk! A tournament. It's a close community. We're going in on bee power. Affirmative! Why are you leaving? - Oh, no! Matt (server): Ah, the owner of the restaurant makes the sauce. Poo water! Those are great, if you're three. I'm right off the Turtle Pond! - Wow. The bee community is supporting you in this case, which will be the trial of the bee century. Mr. Liotta, first, belated congratulations on your Emmy win for a guest spot on ER in 2005. Yellow, black. What will the humans do to us if they win? As always, watch your brooms, hockey sticks, dogs, birds, bears and bats. Ramsay's Kitchen Nightmares is a television programme featuring British celebrity chef Gordon Ramsay first broadcast on Channel 4 in 2004.

This can't possibly work. You want a smoking gun? Gordon Ramsay: Not your cup of tea? That doesn't even taste like it's been cooked here. Of course. Is that your statement? What right do they have to our honey? It's bread and cinnamon and frosting. On June 23, 2014, Ramsay announced he was ending the series. How did you know? Yes, it kind of is. We have a terrific case. - Antennae, check. Irene: Because you just don't listen and that's why compliments are very hard to come by.

Mayday! Vanessa?

- Across the nation!

Mom! Oh, no.

Gordon Ramsay: So I don't know who's tellin' you porkies?, but the carvery's f***ed and the Priory's in the shit.

- A wiper! I didn't think it would be, you know that? He's so far up his own ass he can't even f***ing breath anymore. [stopping mid sentence after realizing her reply]. There's a little left.

- Not in this fairy tale, sweetheart. Weekly clips from the show in which struggling restaurants receives the Gordon Ramsay treatment. Our honey is being brazenly stolen on a massive scale! Now have a look down there. What have we gotten into here, Barry? Be careful. Just having some fun.

Right. Even if he had horns I wouldn't be afraid of him. - I lost a cousin to Italian Vogue. In each episode, Ramsay visits a failing restaurant and acts as a troubleshooter to help improve the establishment in just one week. A puddle jump for us, but maybe you're not up for it. Chef Philip Lee: I feel in more control. Gordon Ramsay: Trust me: when you walk through those doors, I think you're gonna shit yourself. - That would hurt.

- You're gonna be a stirrer? This time! Gordon Ramsay: But sweetheart, we are not in f***in' Auckland, we are in Sandgate. - I don't know. Don't freak out! We're not made of Jell-O. Traci (manager, server): Well, they could be if you wanted to. Yes, but who can deny the heart that is yearning? Get a gold tooth and call everybody "dawg"!