Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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wh-where did you get that? What, did you steal that
(second burner sparking, ignites, whooshing)
this is a single elimination tourney,
No, I know, I know. I just...
Don't wipe your hands on your apron, Chef.
So he can flip it into an Applebee's?
Carm, you're so woke. I meant nothing by it,
You need to fill a baking sheet with water,
Don't call me Bobby Flay! Sydney, stir
-(kettle whistling) -(opening can)
Yeah, no, I know. I just-- I've been busy.
No, no, I-I'm trying to to do something here, Sugar.
RICHIE: I'm like, listen, if you're gonna get in my face,
One plus one equals you're an asshole, Bobby Flay.
-Low on olive oil, Carmen. -Heard.
-Do you have any, like, stale bread? Thank you. -Right there.
That's how you say hello to me?
I thought this was your house!
-Tina, I know you speak English! -Listen,
-"guggugguggug" sound. -Oh my god,
(Richie speaking indistinctly)
(video game dying effect)
(buzzing)
-(laughter) -Get the fuck outta here!
FAK: Yeah. It's just, like, it's easier that way.
vvvv
Paid my way through culinary school, so...
that's fire, chef
♪ Five, five, five, five, five against one ♪
Can I have my fucking knife back?!
Cousin.
-Uh-huh. -(chatter over phone)
but I will get you a new mixer. Okay?
Snyder-Cut motherfuckers wanna out of line now?
-(L train rumbling) -(cars honking, traffic noise)
-Fuck! -RICHIE: Neil Fak!
Corner! How we looking on that bread?
I do not care what you do up in Napa
That's some serious heat. What's, uh...
♪ Dying on the banks ♪
So, I'm like, okay, now there's a problem.
Shh...