Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't wipe your hands on your apron, Chef.

That's some serious heat. What's, uh...

That's how you say hello to me?

Don't call me Bobby Flay! Sydney, stir

Snyder-Cut motherfuckers wanna out of line now?

Corner! How we looking on that bread?

RICHIE: I'm like, listen, if you're gonna get in my face,

-(L train rumbling) -(cars honking, traffic noise)

Can I have my fucking knife back?!

(second burner sparking, ignites, whooshing)

No, no, I-I'm trying to to do something here, Sugar.

this is a single elimination tourney,

Carm, you're so woke. I meant nothing by it,

I thought this was your house!

but I will get you a new mixer. Okay?

♪ Five, five, five, five, five against one ♪

that's fire, chef

-Uh-huh. -(chatter over phone)

FAK: Yeah. It's just, like, it's easier that way.

You need to fill a baking sheet with water,

No, I know, I know. I just...

So he can flip it into an Applebee's?

One plus one equals you're an asshole, Bobby Flay.

-Fuck! -RICHIE: Neil Fak!

Yeah, no, I know. I just-- I've been busy.

-(laughter) -Get the fuck outta here!

♪ Dying on the banks ♪

Paid my way through culinary school, so...

(Richie speaking indistinctly)

-Low on olive oil, Carmen. -Heard.

-(kettle whistling) -(opening can)

(video game dying effect)

-Tina, I know you speak English! -Listen,

I do not care what you do up in Napa

So, I'm like, okay, now there's a problem.

-Do you have any, like, stale bread? Thank you. -Right there.

wh-where did you get that? What, did you steal that

-"guggugguggug" sound. -Oh my god,