Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Where is it? Where's the order?

[speaking French] Is it okay?

- Let me see. - Um...

followed by escargot with garlic and parsley butter.

It's your father's hotel. You can let yourself in.

Oh, you got to thin this sauce. It's like fucking glue.

But if you manage to get three...

What was the name of that dive on Rue Des Panoyaux

and for all your bullshit, you can't take bad.

- Doing what? - Shuckin' a million oysters.

She will destroy us.

[Adam] What the fuck is this? You don't give me a plate?!

a white chicken stock, just to lighten it up a bit.

- And I'll double your salary. - He already tripled it.

She seemed nice.

Now, we can keep on cooking and be interesting,

I'm gonna take over your restaurant.

We have a laundry service as well.

[speaking French] Are you absolutely sure, my friend?

with screams and tears.

And then we have bouillabaisse,

You know, when we all started at Jean Luc's...

Mmm, all right.

[chuckling] He's supposed to be scary.

They're polite. But attention.

- Then I found out it's true. - That must have hurt.

is contingent upon you showing up here every Friday.

And we can't have a kitchen with two of you in it.

You look terrible.

That's okay. I'm friends with Tony Balerdi.

- It is a book. - It is the book, Yana. The Bible.

Just slowly baste them in butter on either side.

He didn't relaunch the restaurant to impress his father.

- It's perfect for stoning infidels. - What do you want?

[low chatter, laughing]

Sweeney! You just received one of the best compliments I've ever heard.

My devils chased me out of Paris and I washed up in New Orleans.

We were really good for a long time, but...

[indistinct chatter]

You're serving seared tuna.

I wish I could say it was nice seeing you again, Mr. Jones,

Thirty seconds, no more.

- Really? - [chuckles]

I'm working on a, uh, Ratte potato and truffle.

Yeah, Reece said she might.

But the rest of us need you to lead us to places

I'll triple your salary. Conti said you needed the money.

and then you want to grind it by hand, yeah?

Kaitlin can't handle the front of the house.

If you try to start a new restaurant in Paris,

- No, no cake. - You're a chef.

You turned up out of your head. Come and eat something.

After releasing rats into my new restaurant.

I don't make sandwiches.

I wanted to see how far the tortoise had gotten ahead of me.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

without a knife in your hand, fighting for your life.

Doomed middle age really isn't.

[woman] The money the Balerdi family has agreed to pay to renovate the restaurant

Do you want me to baste them in butter?

I'm not your analyst.

- One. Two. Three. - Or none.

So when I left, it's only natural that you were... hurt.

Mommy, I want some biscuits.

- I'm all right. - No, you're not.

[indistinct chatter and laughter]

Where are we with the two turbots and two pork?

Now the most important question.

- [speaks indistinctly] - Right.

Let's just say it wasn't perfect, and...

What happened to your self-respect, Tony?

Eh, I was on heavy painkillers at the time.

That's when Max was there, and Reece, and, uh, Michel came later.

[clears throat]

- Slowly, and then peel and emulsify. - Jesus, you're as bad as he is.