Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

If they find one single thing wrong, they will kill us.

- All week. In that case, but why... - Mm-hm.

Granny'll pick you up after school, okay?

[man] Thirty seconds on the spinach, chef.

[speaking French] Oh, wow, that's terrible.

but I'm happy where I am. Good luck.

Well, I've injected so much junk in my life,

Fuck off! For fuck's sake, fuck off!

[Reece] Excellent. Well, thank you very much.

Maybe not that busy.

How'd you find me?

I'm almost certain it isn't Friday.

Have a look at the new menu. A few items will seem familiar.

It's not called gravy anymore.

Yeah. It's good? Yeah, that's right.

You leaving me a note to meet you at a Burger King.

But you don't know. I thought you did. I'm sorry.

You have a nice dress?

My French is rusty, but, uh, I think technically it's a death threat.

Leave us alone.

You're gonna make sure everything goes out to them.

- Michel, to the pass. - Yes, chef.

Papa wanted you to have his knives.

[whispers] Ay, Papa.

Marcus, is, uh, actually one of the investors in the other restaurant.

I heard an idiotic rumor you're going for a third star.

And we're gonna get the third star.

What are you doing here? It's your day off.

Just... go, huh? Go on.

So we are offering free dinners before we reopen next week.

[indistinct conversation]

Your therapist's got a big mouth.

I see you brought your knives.

[Adam singing dramatic theme]

- Excuse me? - Justify why it costs $500 more

You have eyes on it the whole time till you hit the pass.

- [cutlery clattering] - Everything is fucked!

- you say, "Yes, chef..." - Everything was designed to shock.

Yes, mate? What can I get you?

This isn't Paris five years ago. Tastes have changed.

A little crust had formed around it.

[woman] He complained about the eggs.

I just don't know how you plug it in.

- What? - Too fucking spicy!

Couldn't sleep, then I remembered sole bonne femme needs sole.

And Jean Luc's daughter claimed you made her pregnant.

You didn't know?

- [clicking tongue] - Come on.

So... I called the number the men used to book the table.

No one knows who they are. No one.

Come on, got to thicken it up. Come on, this is the dish.

[Adam] At least that's what I'm told.

on the floor under their table.

Worked 20-hour days, six days a week.

Half a bottle of wine. One taster, one a la carte.

And we take care of each other.

- Hi, Tony. - You know, after you disappeared,

The four horsemen ride and darkness descends.

I worked in places like this all the time when I was a kid.

- Yeah. - What's going on here?

A little bird told me you'd lost your touch, so...

You are insane.

...you're the only girl that I know, so...

You are supposed to be cooking for us as well,

My reviews close bad ones.

I've come to deliver last rites.

Not in a souffle, not in an apple,

Stay here and make sure this idiot doesn't have a concussion.

I've been psychoanalyzing Tony Balerdi for many years.

[train horn blaring]

"Good"? "Good" means nothing.

- [Helene sighs] Be good. - [woman] Lily?

Fucked it up a long time ago.

When you're ready to cook, let me know, I'll be right here.

Uh, you hungry?

If not, we need to know that.

Turbot, I sincerely apologize... [chuckles]

- Marcus. - Nice to meet you, sir.