Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Well, urn, uh, Friday night, uh, Adam Jones at The Langham

Not good, not excellent... perfect.

Adam. [clears throat]

I know it was terrible, but...

You have an invitation.

Find out how far he's got and who the fuck he's got with him.

[chuckles] Well... then it's times three and then times two.

[indistinct chatter]

Don't ever fucking touch me again.

The critic from the Times is coming.

And consistency is death.

If it's not perfect, you throw it away.

Sorry I'm late, Conti. Lily was sick at school.

- I'm sorry. - Come on.

- are all booked up already. - Yeah, they are booked,

Yeah, because you didn't make the new one.

Have you been here all night?

Do you ever take a chance? Do you ever take a chance in your life?

- Did you think that was a joke? - No, chef.

You know why people like you don't like fast food?

before we started warming up fish in little plastic bags.

[I The Avener & Phoebe Killdeer: "Fade Out Lines (The Avener Rework)"]

- What happened? - I have no idea.

- Max, truffles. - Got them.

Conti and Tony and Max and David.

Is the ogre in the kitchen? The one who shouts?

- Does he know you borrowed it? - Not yet.

She's got beautiful legs, but, uh,

Tell me what frightens you.

- [sighs] Good night, chef. - Good night, chef.

Oh, I've been myself since the '90s.

You know, what you said about the menu is right.

Take your knives and go.

I always think of things, like I make a list of, like,

[Adam speaking in French] How are you?

Hello, Jones. You find a nice flat surface yet?

And hurry up, or you'll be late.

to cover the cost of your room.

Hey! Hey! You're gonna wait right here.

If your father didn't own this place, you would have been fired years ago.

Your restaurant is fucked unless you let me cook for her.

[speaking French] Michel, those kids there...

[indistinct chatter]

After doing 18 hours at Jean Luc's,

Then how come I left you at the saucier, then I find you at the poisson?

but, um, I know not everything is possible.

[man] Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

- You okay? - Mmm. Yeah.

[I Ry X: "Love Like This"]

[tools whirring]

- Plates are clean. - Okay.

And for your carnivore boyfriend,

Turbot! Table three!

and the world was good, and everything naturally would be good.

It's my daughter Lily's birthday on Thursday.

[speaking French] You don't remember what you did to me?

Reece, in truth, the lobster was good.

Just be fucking quiet.

but not consistent in taste. It's like sex.

I've been sober two years, two weeks, and six days.

[Michel speaking French] Bonesis?

- [others] Yes, chef! - Followed by two beef, one turbot.

- [exhales] - What is that?

- Canapes! - No. They'll just come back.

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

And now I'm back. I'm going after my third star.

Jean Luc and I had to close the restaurant.

Lovely room, Tony. It's very Paris 2007.

[speaking French] You're better off without me.

I just think you and I are exactly the same, you know?

[Tony] You all right?

I cook good, local ingredients in a unique, creative way

Sorry, chef. I was taking my break.