Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

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

-Fuck! -RICHIE: Neil Fak!

Can I have my fucking knife back?!

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

this is a single elimination tourney,

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

(Richie speaking indistinctly)

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

That's how you say hello to me?

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

-(laughter) -Get the fuck outta here!

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

but I will get you a new mixer. Okay?

Don't call me Bobby Flay! Sydney, stir

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

I do not care what you do up in Napa

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

-Low on olive oil, Carmen. -Heard.

that's fire, chef

-Uh-huh. -(chatter over phone)

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

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

♪ Dying on the banks ♪

Snyder-Cut motherfuckers wanna out of line now?

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

Paid my way through culinary school, so...

-(kettle whistling) -(opening can)

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

-"guggugguggug" sound. -Oh my god,

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

I thought this was your house!

You need to fill a baking sheet with water,

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

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

Corner! How we looking on that bread?

So he can flip it into an Applebee's?

(video game dying effect)

(second burner sparking, ignites, whooshing)