Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You understand that, right?
EBRAHEIM: One more sausage pepper, one more mortadell, Chef!
Fuck!
No. I don't need to talk to Mommy.
♪ Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul ♪
Okay, Nancy, hi. I'm Carmen Berzatto.
Look... (sighs)
But, you know what?
-SYDNEY: Thank you, Chef. -EBRAHEIM: Yes, Chef.
I wasn't expecting company, by the way.
You are bullshit. You are talentless.
(fire alarm beeping)
♪ Have you seen me lately? ♪
Fak, fix that fucking sound.
Yeah! Thank you! Thank you, Chef!
Uh, not yet, no, but you need help, and...
-Alright, then at Noma-- -Oh, and fuck your Noma, too!
-(phone ringing) -WOMAN 1: ...the sandwich.
♪ Believe me ♪
I get it.
No, it can only be Marcus.
(sighs)
at the restaurant when he was a kid?
-What does that mean? -A potential cross-contaminate.
you need anything, just find us.
I-I did do some extra credit though.
That's not even accounting for other people's, you know?
-Yes, Chef. I'm so tough. -Say "fucking yes, Chef. I'm so tough."
I wanted to apologize.
What are you making?
(siren wailing)
So, we could just have somebody go and pick it up.