Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Alright, looking good. What you got?

And because my husband drank so much,

You serious? Chef, come on. Clean your station.

Okay, look, I-I'm not trying to be an asshole

-Yes, I agree. -Right, so we have to stop it, alright?

-add more onions, add more veal stock, reduce, reduce... -Yes. Reduce.

-Getting flashbacks. -MARCUS: I copied them out of your books.

Fire two chicken pepper, two sausage...

number 10s of these?

Could you hold down the fort? Thank you, Chef!

♪ To face what we faced ♪

♪ The kids have a new take ♪

a F-French brigade.

Oh, stupid fucking aprons.

♪ How it doesn't look ♪

it's Michael's birthday,

these perfect fresh plums,

Fuckin' brunch.

you kinda left. Like, you...

one day, a sous chef, he just hit it.

-I could light up a chocolate cake. -SYDNEY: Five bucks a slice.

This is what real kitchens do.

and then you take your consommé and you make your gelée.

-RICHIE: Thank you, Chef. 5.25, sir. -Stop!

Nothing had happened. I am fine.

-Hm. -Hold you to a higher standard.

-Fuck that. -Nah, it's bullshit.

even if it leads to tension and, uh, chaos and resentment