Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Michel] Thank you, chef.
[talking indistinctly]
Well, you don't cook. You warm food up in condoms.
Just wanted to tell you.
[door creaks open]
It's going to be a long, hard road.
Yeah? Other side, yeah.
This is like...
[chuckling] Mr. Jones, I'm a sous chef. I'm a person on minimum wage.
That's it.
It develops a crust around it.
Thanks.
Oh, no, no. Not in Paris. Here, in London.
Max and Michel always insisted we go to?
Five minutes.
I want you to try something.
is that the problem with this place is it's too consistent.
- A hero or a god? - I... [chuckles]
- How long on the lamb? - [Max] Give me two more minutes, chef.
Do you think he's drunk?
- [groans] - Jesus.
[woman] Adam?
He does. That's why he invited me. Tell him yes.
He was a great chef.
[knocking on door]
Celebration. Fireworks.
I think I was hung over for two years.
"Adam Jones at The Langham is now one of the best
Emile.
And you're using butter. Where'd you come up with that idea?
But it is our job to try.
I don't know if I can do it.
We adapt.
Mr. Reece.
Three times. Upside-fucking-down, man.
[Adam sighs]
I worry maybe I'm too hard on him.
No, thank you. We'll try the Gavi de Gavi.
I think I'm gonna cook for you today, too, right?
His father... [exhales] No mother.
Adam!
Should a test prove positive,
giving a cheap cut of meat a little style.
- Keep it level. - Yes, chef.
[quietly] Fuck.
He was a fat fucker, and he was always chewing gum.
Chef.
- Gorgeous. - Thank you.
- 3O seconds to that lamb. - [others] Yes, chef!
Maybe Tony pays you extra to fake concern.
[Helene] Okay.
I heard an idiotic rumor that you'd gotten yours.
I was looking for you.
That woman at the party was really pretty.
[softly] This is a fucking stupid idea.
Family meal.
I already ate.
[speaking French] We were beautiful together, you know?
this lamb's fucking fantastic, but you lack arrogance.
[trolley bell clanging]
as a sort of modern take on sole bonne femme.
- I want to make amends for Paris. - [Tony chuckles]
Believe me, the only person
That is Jean Luc's daughter, Anne Marie.
And then the serpent served you a bad apple,
It is a miracle any of us survived.
[man] You could give me a raise and we'd be good.
Maybe I just wanted it really bad, and then when I got it too early,
I called the Michelin office in Paris this morning
[Adam] All right, don't let that sauce over-reduce again.
What happens if you get this third star?
It's good.
No, a chef should strive to be consistent in experience,
but, urn, in the restaurant business there are always cancellations, so...
I hope to regain everyone's respect
Mm.
- And what's the oil for? - Just garnish.
[sighs]
- What? - You trained him well.
You know why? Because it was me who picked it up off the floor
They're French.
- Tony, it's fine. - [Adam] Tony?
[smacking lips] Good.
Come on! What the fuck is this bullshit!
We're finished!
They're here.
I thought he hated you.