Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Hello. - Oh, hi, nice to meet you.
- [Helene] Is this a joke? - Is what a joke?
[all] Yes, chef!
- I said I'll handle it. - Are they seated?
I was 19 years old.
- Thirty seconds. - Got three minutes on that halibut.
Fuck off.
Well, you're not, obviously.
This is equipment.
He called you "Little Tony."
It could have done.
I added cayenne to it.
Jesus.
If you understood that, you wouldn't fight so hard.
What the fuck's wrong with you?!
- Oh, shit. - Hey, don't look at that. Ooh.
Why did you do that?
[Adam] Why are you fucking with me?
Now, listen, tell us why you've agreed to come on our show this morning.
Chef?
the imperfection of others,
In Paris, it happened two times a week. I used to worry, now I don't.
you know, I wanted to stop, and he didn't.
Adam?
Good?
The Michelin men came last night.
David made pie.
Her perfume was amazing.
David says escargot is old-fashioned.
- Thank God. - [chuckles]
Sainthood, immortality.
opened up, and it wasn't...
Service, table four.
[others] Yes, chef!
- I still owe some people some money. - Just pay them.
They don't kick you out if you talk to yourself,
When's the last time you had an orgasm that was... "interesting"?
- Using condoms? - We can finish the meat on the fire.
No, you mean, "Fuck you."
No matter what.
[inhales] Assault?
into a pale, lifeless turbot fuck-all?
It's my ex-husband's name.
[Helene] One mackerel, one scallop, two veal. Where's my fish?
[camera shutters clicking]
I always leave the, uh, "do not disturb" sign on.
[Helene laughs]
[softly] It was your idea.
We cook together.
You know, we drank too much, and partied too much and...
[Adam groans]
- Yeah. Arrogant prick. - Well, he's a chef.
Lied my way into Jean Luc's kitchen.
- My father is sick. - Your father's not sick. He's dying.
[speaking French] Is this asshole a friend of yours, Conti?
Lil? Please. Come on.
[laughing hysterically]
Now
[crying]
Sit down. Let me clean you up.
I spent ten years cooking in Paris
His partner arrives half an hour later.
The boudin noir was cooked yesterday.
It'll be coke, or booze, or fucking every girl you meet,
What's going on? What's going on?
[I John Lee Hooker: "it Serves You Right to Suffer (The Avener Rework)"]
Now, I want you to talk to your father.
- Nice bike. - Michel's.
I run a group here on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 10:00.
Hello, Reece.
- Yeah? - Yeah, it's good.
- [all] Yes, chef. - [mumbling]
[Adam exhales]
The Times.
He wasted his night off with you, huh?
because the garnish wasn't ready and then you served it.
and be worthy of your father.
Would you like me to send them?
a little lobster confirmed it.
Six ninety-eight...
And yet, still alive.
What did I say? Did I make a mistake this morning