Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

There's strength in needing others...
there are at least a dozen people who will try to have you killed.
Me during ATPL exams
[groans]
Leon Sweeney.
[Crying softly]
Which makes you the best.
We can handle it, all right? Just tell me quickly.
[men speaking indistinctly]
One orders the tasting menu, the other one a la carte. Always.
Jesus. Still crazy.
- Michel, to the pass. - Yes, chef.
Would you pay me a hundred pounds a week?
We're not full yet?
- the sauce for the sea bass. - Adam.
[chattering continues]
Geez.
He plated the monkfish upside-down.
[engine starts]
Who is she?
And there's you.
Go with Michel at the sauce. Go!
Oh, I'm sorry. I know how close you two were.
Want me to make you a plate?
Come on, Adam, let them go.
- Yeah. - Okay, Michel, I want you to make
is one of the best he's tasted outside of Rome.
- You're the hare in this analogy? - It's your analogy.
You know, people pay prostitutes extra to fake orgasms.
I liked her better before.
- Jesus, look at you. Adam. - Be quiet.
...the guy who gave me a chance as a chef...
Consistency is what every great chef strives for.
[sighs] How long on the sweetbread and the burrata?
- So, where you been? - Uh, Louisiana.
It's a sous vide, or water bath.
[rain pattering]
I was hoping I could maybe miss the lunch service on Thursday.
[George] Ten seconds, David.
His cooking style is out of date.
Right now we're two stars. Both of us. It's a two-star review.
[all] Yes, chef.
Yeah. Good.
[Helene] I'm thinking of doing that sauce with a chicken stock base,
[shouting in French]
I'm sure he's very... busy, it being opening night.
Who are they?
You're worse than schoolgirls.
[Adam] Medium beef. Make sure that's medium beef, Max.
There are two men at the kitchen door wanting to see you.
- Sorry? - Raw. It's not cooked.
which, for me, is crucial. Sit down.
You used to run the best restaurant in Paris.
You have to take Bonesis seriously, yeah?
Oh, good for you.
Yes. I came to work for you, didn't I?
Chef, Lily didn't want to stay at home today because it's her birthday,
I don't know the difference.
[speaking French] You called the health inspector.
And please don't call this number again. Okay?
Plague, pestilence. Seas rise, locusts devour.
follow one toast, lamb, one halibut.
to impress my diners.
- Yes, chef. - Max. Max, give me the knives!
Baby, I'm sorry. I'll try, okay?
Mmm.
That is something, huh?
An e-mail came addressed to you.
Yeah.
Burger King is peasants doing what peasants do,
Two customers. Late 40s.
Well, what if he's Darth Vader?
- Yeah? You up for it? - Yes, chef. Yes, chef.
Good. Anger.
Why are you thinking about me at 5:00 a.m.?
Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out now!
about discussing patients with other patients?
Do we know what table they're at?
- Yes, chef? - Hurry up!
But I appreciate the thought.
Can I try it?
[groans]
[clattering]
Oh. You need a Band-Aid.
How did you turn a beautiful, fresh piece of turbot
That's good.