Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

when I went, "How much did I order?"
- What's your name again? - Helene.
- Did you measure your potato slices? - No, there was no time.
[indistinct chatter]
You know, my analyst suggested you may have an obsessive-compulsive disorder
That should be thick. That's good, that's good.
[softly] Let me do it.
Apologize to Perkins
She thinks you should be in a program or in a group.
Adam?
You can have chocolate puffs, too.
- Do you attend meetings? - No, I'm not much for groups.
- It's a condom. - She has an idea.
Or stoned or drunk or something else no one apart from you has ever been?
And I want to see every element of every garnish.
If Reece knows who you are, he'll steal you away.
Please don't fight him among all this bone china.
...whoever Alec Guinness was.
- Morning, chef. - Morning, chef.
- [Michel] Adam... - I'm not talking to you!
[sighing]
Spiders. Death.
Max. Keep them under control, yeah?
You set this up?
[scraping]
[speaking French] Yes, chef.
So make a cake.
Yeah, yes, I did.
George, I need that sauce.
[indistinct chatter]
- Turbot, I... - Not to me. To the fucking fish.
You know, all the cooks.
I sentenced myself to hard labor shucking oysters.
That's it.
in another three you will dump her, and then she leaves
Make the sauce for the sea bass. I'm gonna portion out
[all] Yes, chef!
What are you doing here?
Adam Jones. My God.
I don't do groups. So what do you think,
Michel will be my sous chef.
I'm talking to you. Look at me. Why are you still cooking it?
And I'm gonna write to each and every one of them and apologize...
- Who's at the pass? - David.
- He did it for you. - Yeah.
You're an addict. So it's not alcohol now.
[doorbell buzzes]
Good job, man.
I need a job.
Do you have a fear of needles?
Six ninety-seven.
If you're not careful, she's gonna end up like you.
[Tony speaking French] Adam still owes him all that drug money.
I had a long time to think about what you did to me in Paris.
Do I...? Yeah.
Oui, Chef!
Please tell Adam not to bother to come out to see me.
[chuckles] Okay.
[muffled crying] Let me do it!
In order to do that, she's got to live the life.
It's fucking raw, David!
Why'd you take care of me?
- Fingerprints off, yeah? - Yes, chef.
He says you owe him a lot of money.
- Better yesterday. - I didn't ask you.
Ah.
I kinda made a mistake with you. I didn't know you were deaf.
It's like a broken fucking record.
He had a difficult childhood, you know?
- [all] Yes, chef. - Okay, clear the pass.
So you took your revenge.
Foods up, GUYS-
...is just fry some fucking fish.
Next time you make cacio, toast the pepper first to remove the moisture,
- Night, chef. - Night.
There's nothing wrong with that, but we use this to seal in all the flavors:
[door closes]
Cooking is an expression of who we are.
- [Helene scoffs] - [whispers] I said apologize.
Sorry. "People like me"?
- Chef, just careful, it's hot. - [yells in pain]
That kitchen is the only place I've ever felt like I really belonged.
- And? - We fucked it up.