Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I have a train to catch.
[Adam] Cooking's an expression of what? Tell me.
...you're Yoda.
She missed you, you know? Really worried about you.
This from a guy who once stole methadone from a dying sous chef.
[Adam] Ca marche, table nine. One taste, one scallop,
I don't want my restaurant to be a place where you fucking...
Okay, and then confit the rattes and then peel,
Chef, I'm afraid there's been a complaint.
- What do you want? - [exhales]
Michelin men eat in pairs.
Okay. [chuckles]
Oui, Chef!
Uh, yeah. Sure.
Nothing. You bastard.
that happened here tonight... was my fault.
[speaking French] A close friend.
I think we should put it on the menu tomorrow,
[to himself] 999,999.
I take it you are the saucier he's been trying to hide from me this whole time,
He said, "Adam likes everything perfect."
- Adam? - Yo.
Didn't work out, huh?
Five o'clock's always the worst time for thinking things.
What?
Mr. Jones, your credit card has been denied.
[Michel laughs]
Perfect with the beef.
I didn't speak any French.
Michelin, table nine.
Denitizi saw one place a fork on the floor.
but before people get too excited, I imagine that those tables
Ajournalist had an advance look at the new menu.
Being a young chef, I sure as hell tried.
No. Thank you.
You're handing me a plate with nothing on it?
They come, they eat, they go.
[whispers] Fuck.
- You're fired. - What?
They said they had no inspectors in London last night.
Tell me the truth about the tarragon.
[door creaking closed]
Go on, tell him.
Adam has just said your cacio
[indistinct chatter]
Why did you sleep with Adam Jones?"
she's not very useful on the phone.
Double of everything. Two of everything!
in which case, when you do get tired of him,
They always book a table before 7:30.
Come on.
[man continues indistinctly]
this is what you could be cooking.
Conti told me you're going for the third star.
Goulash, bourguignon, cassoulet. Shall I go on?
- Is she on your list? - Nope.
And you can't improve recipes like that.
Sta)'-
Got freed. You're out.
- Yes, chef. - What do we got? Yeah?
Okay, all right, look. The whole Mozart/Satieri bullshit
Okay.
To get even one Michelin star, you have to be like Luke Skywalker.
He's out in two days.
If I was your girlfriend, you'd probably hold my arm.
I can figure it out. I got it. I got it. Hold on.
[cook] Try a bit of the sauce.
[exhales] I've missed you.
I'll put the kettle on.
Because in three days you will be fucking her,
Which part of that don't you like: "one of" or "interesting"?
What do you do? You got to plug it in.
[sighs]
Clean it up!