Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

I mean, it is just constant ABBAB.
Because if anything goes wrong tonight...
What is this? Spain in the 30s??
Cy-- Chet, I need those onions! Yes, chef.
Aw. Just when I thought I couldn't hate them more.
Food? We're not making food, people. We're creating cuisine.
Get child murderer Gilles de Rais in here and I'll walk you through it.
Answering the damn phone.
L-- She said "credible threat." I know, but what kind of credible--
Well, you can forget about ISIS working for the State Department, ever.
And that's not my name!
Except in the form of an exquisitely-prepared entrée.
Yes, chef. Right away, chef.
Yeah, probably.
If, in fact, I heard you correctly.
Oh, eat a dick
You couldn't get a table, so you made an anonymous threat...
Tell Randy, as his final act before I walk back into the kitchen...
You're the garcon de cuisine, which means kitchen boy...
Heh. He has to call me chef. How and why are you enjoying this?
Yeah, so try to sound apologetic, but not, you know, overly so.
What you smoking dude? A Virginia Slim man
No. From her.
Because I can, it's a party of six or more...
Hello? See how I did that? Just picked up the phone and talked into it?
- A monkey could do this stupid job. - And yet I pay you to do it.