Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I don't want my restaurant to be a place where you come and eat.

[Tony] Michelin sends its inspectors to restaurants to eat and award stars.

[indistinct shouting]

He's my priest.

You're better than me.

What happened in Paris?

You said in your restaurant everything was possible,

[sighs] The debt was as much mine as yours.

Someone to stop you from getting into a fight with him.

What the hell was that? Who were those men?

I thought maybe you would come to Papa's funeral.

You're a fucking poison, you know that?

doesn't interest me anymore.

- [panting] - Come on.

We're your family.

- [Michel] Service. - Is this it? Is this it?

- [Helene] David! - Yes, chef?

[Adam] One beef, one tartine platter, one turbot.

Now spit it out before you die of "who gives a fuck" scallop.

Everybody get the fuck out now!

[exhales] I went to a clinic in Milan.

There's no time. You just have to know.

- No, service. - No, you're not cooking, Adam.

Do we have a problem?

[woman on TV] ...Jones. Adam, good morning.

Because it's food for the working class.

It'll be me who picks up the tab.

Come have your breakfast. [singsong] And it's your favorite.

He sharpened them himself before he died.

[laughs] The commie call the frying pan drawer "the museum."

tea-smoked mackerel with duck egg.

- People? - Tables.

what exactly did I do to you?

[thunder rumbling]

[normal accent] The power of prayer.

[Helene groans]

- [Max] Yes, chef. - Put capers on the beef.

Yeah, without skin.

I was looking for you everywhere.

- Would you work for me for nothing? - For nothing?

- Max, get my knives? - Yeah.

- For food, for meals. - Yeah, absolutely.

It's like, you're always headed to the same place,

'Cause I need you. We all do.

No, not here, no.

[loudly] But you fucked up the sauce with too much lemon juice.

- Morning. - Thanks very much for coming in.

[indistinct chatter]

How, what are you doing in here?

and became head chef of Jean Luc's restaurant.

[Adam] Everything from now on must be perfect.

This is Adam. Kinda notorious, back in the day.

He said they were staring up at him like the eyes of a dead clown.

Mmm. You want some lunch?

[chuckles] Well, or maybe the imperfection of human relationships,

[Adam] Ca marche, table three.

I got to go to this party, and, uh...

Even after all the pain you've caused him.

Because the food here is made with too much fat

In Paris, they say we are "old school."

No, no, no, no. There's no table.

He wants to see what you'd be like