Burnt Edit

A little bird told me you'd lost your touch, so...

A little crust had formed around it.

A little lobster confirmed it.

A white chicken stock, just to lighten it up a bit.

About discussing patients with other patients?

Adam goes for fireworks.

Adam has just said your cacio

Adam Jones. My God.

Adam!

Adam?

Adam?

Adam?

Adam?

Adam.

Adam. [clears throat]

Added more tarragon.

After doing 18 hours at Jean Luc's,

After releasing rats into my new restaurant.

Ah.

Ajournalist had an advance look at the new menu.

All new?

All we want to do...

Along with, uh, sniffing, snorting, injecting,

Also I found a chef de partie who doesn't know how good she is.

Also, add some chopped sage, why not?

An e mail came addressed to you.

And also, I think... he likes you.

And be worthy of your father.

And became head chef of Jean Luc's restaurant.

And consistency is death.

And crucially, not in a person.

And for all your bullshit, you can't take bad.

And for your carnivore boyfriend,

And Granny'll bring you a surprise when she picks you up from school, okay?

And hurry up, or you'll be late.

And I need you in order to do that.

And I used a little bit of your beef sauce.

And I want to see every element of every garnish.

And I'm gonna write to each and every one of them and apologize...

And Jean Luc's daughter claimed you made her pregnant.

And most interesting places in London to come and eat."

And most of our guests will be a bit uncomfortable at first.

And now I'm back. I'm going after my third star.

And please don't call this number again. Okay?

And please don't think I'm impressed with the water.

And put it in a fish locker until the ambulance arrived.

And remember, they're not just watching their own table!

And she wants a fucking birthday cake, okay?

And the world was good, and everything naturally would be good.

And then the serpent served you a bad apple,

And then we have bouillabaisse,

And then you want to grind it by hand, yeah?

And there's you.

And they will come for us soon.

And this is a chef.

And to be in my kitchen, you have to defend yourself.

And too much salt and too many cheap cuts of meat.

And we can't have a kitchen with two of you in it.

And we do it together.

And we take care of each other.

And we're gonna get the third star.

And yet, still alive.

And you can't improve recipes like that.

And you're using butter. Where'd you come up with that idea?

Anne Marie paid my debt.

Anne.

Apologize to the turbot 'cause it died in vain.

Are generally frightened of what they might reveal

Are you drunk or stoned?

Are you sure he's famous?

As a sort of modern take on sole bonne femme.

At about 6:00, I decide it's okay.

At it's best... of sustaining someone, of love.

Baby, I'm sorry. I'll try, okay?

Because each slice of potato for pommes Anna

Because in three days you will be fucking her,

Because it's food for the working class.

Because that could make a noise and make it too easy.

Because the food here is made with too much fat

Because the garnish wasn't ready and then you served it.

Because you're addicted to the way you feel every second of the day.

Before we started warming up fish in little plastic bags.

Being a young chef, I sure as hell tried.

Believe me, the only person

Besides, you're not as pretty as you once were.

Burger King is peasants doing what peasants do,

But before people get too excited, I imagine that those tables

But he can be okay. I've actually seen him be okay.

But I appreciate the thought.

But I want people to sit at that table and be sick with longing.

But I'm happy where I am. Good luck.

But if you manage to get three...

But it is our job to try.

But not consistent in taste. It's like sex.

But slowly...

But the rest of us need you to lead us to places

But they have habits. They have to stick to a routine

But you don't know. I thought you did. I'm sorry.

But you got to find new and dangerous way of getting there.

But, um, I know not everything is possible.

But, urn, in the restaurant business there are always cancellations, so...

Ca marche, table two. One foie gras, one risotto.

Call the TV people, tell them I'll do all their shows.

Can I try it?

Can I... can I make you breakfast or something?

Celebration. Fireworks.

Chef, I'm afraid there's been a complaint.

Chef, Lily didn't want to stay at home today because it's her birthday,

Chef?

Chef.

Chef.

Clean it up!

Clear the pass.

Closed down any, uh, good restaurants lately?

Come have your breakfast. [singsong] And it's your favorite.

Come on, Adam, let them go.

Come on, got to thicken it up. Come on, this is the dish.

Come on! What the fuck is this bullshit!

Come on.

Coming right up, chef!

Consistency is what every great chef strives for.

Conti and Tony and Max and David.

Conti told me you're going for the third star.

Conti used to let me have the day off so that I could throw her a party.

Cooking is an expression of who we are.

Couldn't sleep, then I remembered sole bonne femme needs sole.

David made pie.

David says escargot is old fashioned.

Death.

Denitizi saw one place a fork on the floor.

Did you ever see that movie, Seven Samurai?

Didn't work out, huh?

Do I...? Yeah.

Do something my friend.

Do we have a problem?

Do we know what table they're at?

Do you ever take a chance? Do you ever take a chance in your life?

Do you have a fear of needles?

Do you know about the Michelin men?

Do you remember the drug dealer in Paris? Bonesis?

Do you think he's drunk?

Do you want me to baste them in butter?

Doesn't interest me anymore.

Don't ever fucking touch me again.

Doomed middle age really isn't.

Doomed youth is romantic.

Double of everything. Two of everything!

Eat it.

Eat your own tongue.

Eh, I was on heavy painkillers at the time.

Emile.

Emulsify in butter, stock, truffles, okay?

Even after all the pain you've caused him.

Every night. At what, 2:00 in the morning?

Everybody does TV these days.

Everybody get the fuck out now!

Excuse me one second. Was he drunk?

Excuse me.

Family meal.

Find out how far he's got and who the fuck he's got with him.

Five minutes.

Five o'clock's always the worst time for thinking things.

Follow one toast, lamb, one halibut.

Followed by escargot with garlic and parsley butter.

Food's up, guys. Family meal.

Foods up, GUYS

For Paris.

Frying pans, flames and booze went out with Adam Jones.

Fuck off! For fuck's sake, fuck off!

Fuck off.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fucked it up a long time ago.

Fucking great times, though.

Geez.

George, I need that sauce.

Get out now!

Get the fuck out! Get the fuck out now!

Giving a cheap cut of meat a little style.

Go on, tell him.

Go with Michel at the sauce. Go!

Good job, man.

Good?

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good.

Good. Anger.

Got freed. You're out.

Goulash, bourguignon, cassoulet. Shall I go on?

Granny'll pick you up after school, okay?

Half a bottle of wine. One taster, one a la carte.

Handed off from one relative to the next.

Has to be exactly two millimeters thick.

Have a look at the new menu. A few items will seem familiar.

Have you been here all night?

He called you "Little Tony."

He didn't relaunch the restaurant to impress his father.

He does. That's why he invited me. Tell him yes.

He had a difficult childhood, you know?

He plated the monkfish upside down.

He said he knows you from Paris.

He said they were staring up at him like the eyes of a dead clown.

He said, "Adam likes everything perfect."

He says you owe him a lot of money.

He sharpened them himself before he died.

He wants to see what you'd be like

He wants you to get your third star.

He was a fat fucker, and he was always chewing gum.

He was a great chef.

He wasted his night off with you, huh?

He's my priest.

He's out in two days.

Hello, Jones. You find a nice flat surface yet?

Hello, Reece.

Her perfume was amazing.

Hey, come on. Laugh or something.

Hey, eat.

Hey, pretend you're my girlfriend, okay?

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey! You're gonna wait right here.

Hi.

Him.

His cooking style is out of date.

His father... [exhales] No mother.

His friend arrived half an hour later.

His partner arrives half an hour later.

Hmm. No joke.

How did you turn a beautiful, fresh piece of turbot

How do you to plan to maintain your sobriety?

How much would you pay me to work for me?

How the fuck did you do that?

How, what are you doing in here?

How'd you find me?

I added cayenne to it.

I already ate.

I always leave the, uh, "do not disturb" sign on.

I always think of things, like I make a list of, like,

I am. You?

I booked under the name of O'Reilly.

I called the Michelin office in Paris this morning

I can figure it out. I got it. I got it. Hold on.

I cook good, local ingredients in a unique, creative way

I could stay up for days, and he loved that about me.

I didn't get my third star.

I didn't invite her. She came with another guest.

I didn't know how to hold on to it. I tried to control everything.

I didn't speak any French.

I don't close good restaurants.

I don't do groups. So what do you think,

I don't know if I can do it.

I don't know the difference.

I don't make sandwiches.

I don't want my restaurant to be a place where you come and eat.

I don't want my restaurant to be a place where you fucking...

I fucked it up.

I got it, I got it.

I got to go to this party, and, uh...

I had a long time to think about what you did to me in Paris.

I had dinner with Tony last night.

I have a train to catch.

I have almost everything I own invested in this restaurant.

I have no idea who you mean.

I heard an idiotic rumor that you'd gotten yours.

I heard an idiotic rumor you're going for a third star.

I hope to regain everyone's respect

I just don't know how you plug it in.

I just fucked it all up.

I just think you and I are exactly the same, you know?

I kinda made a mistake with you. I didn't know you were deaf.

I know it was terrible, but...

I know.

I liked her better before.

I loved every minute of it.

I mean, "dead" these days can mean barbecuing chicken wings

I mean, people conveniently forget that part.

I mean, we should be dealing in culinary orgasms.

I need a job.

I need you here all day Thursday.

I need you to help me kick this arrogant city's ass.

I prefer to eat food cooked by a proper chef.

I run a group here on Tuesdays and Thursdays at 10:00.

I said 4O seconds with a warm ingredient.

I saved up a bunch of money, bought a one way ticket to Paris.

I say to myself, "Simone, you're a lesbian.

I see you brought your knives.

I sentenced myself to hard labor shucking oysters.

I spent ten years cooking in Paris

I take it you are the saucier he's been trying to hide from me this whole time,

I think I was hung over for two years.

I think I'm gonna cook for you today, too, right?

I think we should put it on the menu tomorrow,

I thought he hated you.

I thought maybe you would come to Papa's funeral.

I told you, I don't want to work for you.

I want to make food that makes people stop eating.

I want you to try something.

I wanted to see how far the tortoise had gotten ahead of me.

I was 19 years old.

I was good.

I was hoping I could maybe miss the lunch service on Thursday.

I was looking for you everywhere.

I was looking for you.

I wish I could say it was nice seeing you again, Mr. Jones,

I worked in places like this all the time when I was a kid.

I worry maybe I'm too hard on him.

I'll be okay.

I'll be taking samples of blood to test for drugs and alcohol.

I'll put the kettle on.

I'll triple your salary. Conti said you needed the money.

I'm almost certain it isn't Friday.

I'm back, and I'm gonna cook like we did in the old days,

I'm better now. Been clean almost two years.

I'm giving you a chance to finally make him proud of you.

I'm gonna figure out...

I'm gonna give everybody who had dinner here tonight their money back.

I'm gonna take over your restaurant.

I'm not deaf.

I'm not your analyst.

I'm sure he's very... busy, it being opening night.

I'm talking to you. Look at me. Why are you still cooking it?

I'm thinking of firing you. And everyone else.

I'm tired.

I'm trying to make a point. Your resume is great,

I'm working on a, uh, Ratte potato and truffle.

I've been psychoanalyzing Tony Balerdi for many years.

I've been sober two years, two weeks, and six days.

I've been working more on the potato truffle veloute.

I've come to deliver last rites.

I've had better.

If I had thrown it away, the whole table...

If I was your girlfriend, you'd probably hold my arm.

If it's not perfect, you throw it away.

If it's not perfect, you throw it away. Regardless of time.

If not, we need to know that.

If Reece knows who you are, he'll steal you away.

If they find one single thing wrong, they will kill us.

If they really took the time to be themselves.

If you have any humanity left,

If you try to start a new restaurant in Paris,

If you understood that, you wouldn't fight so hard.

If you're a chef, he's like... The Rolling Stones.

If you're not careful, she's gonna end up like you.

If your father didn't own this place, you would have been fired years ago.

In another three you will dump her, and then she leaves

In my experience, people who come in here and make silly comments

In order to do that, she's got to live the life.

In Paris, it happened two times a week. I used to worry, now I don't.

In Paris, they say we are "old school."

In which case, when you do get tired of him,

Into a pale, lifeless turbot fuck all?

Is contingent upon you showing up here every Friday.

Is it too much or too little tarragon?

Is one of the best he's tasted outside of Rome.

Is that the problem with this place is it's too consistent.

Is the ogre in the kitchen? The one who shouts?

Isn't there a rule that analysts have

It all has to be the same fucking size.

It could have done.

It develops a crust around it.

It is a miracle any of us survived.

It takes a real genius to fuck up the sous vide, David, let me tell you.

It was better yesterday.

It was warmed up five hours under a heat lamp.

It'll be coke, or booze, or fucking every girl you meet,

It'll be me who picks up the tab.

It's 5:30. Can I please see the menu?

It's a little heavy.

It's a sous vide, or water bath.

It's dry! The grouse is dry and the sauce tastes like...

It's fucking raw, David!

It's getting to be a long list. No wonder I don't sleep.

It's going to be a long, hard road.

It's good.

It's her birthday. I want a cake.

It's like a broken fucking record.

It's like my mom, my grandmother, Jean Luc.

It's like, you're always headed to the same place,

It's my daughter Lily's birthday on Thursday.

It's my ex husband's name.

It's not called gravy anymore.

It's not cooked.

It's okay.

It's probably a boot mark.

It's the end of service. She should be fine.

It's time to get on with it. And you can't do this alone.

It's used for poaching food at fixed low temperatures.

It's your father's hotel. You can let yourself in.

Jean Luc and I had to close the restaurant.

Jesus!

Jesus.

Jesus. Still crazy.

Just be fucking quiet.

Just let me do it!

Just let me do it.

Just slowly baste them in butter on either side.

Just wanted to tell you.

Just... go, huh? Go on.

Kaitlin can't handle the front of the house.

Keep eating.

Knowing we had to be back in the kitchen at what, 7:00?

Le Saint Sauveur.

Leave Tony Balerdi and his father alone.

Leave us alone.

Leon Sweeney.

Let me do it!

Let me do it! Let me do it!

Let me do it.

Let me finish and then you say fucking, "Yes, chef!"

Let me see, let me see, let me see.

Let's just say it wasn't perfect, and...

Licking yellow frogs, and women.

Lied my way into Jean Luc's kitchen.

Lil? Please. Come on.

Listen, he really wants you back.

Listen.

Little more skin on the bass, yeah?

Look, Michel, I don't know why I did that.

Look, Mr. Jones, I just want to say, I...

Lovely room, Tony. It's very Paris 2007.

Make sure to thank Tony for those kind thoughts, Doc.

Make the sauce for the sea bass. I'm gonna portion out

Marcus, is, uh, actually one of the investors in the other restaurant.

Max and Michel always insisted we go to?

Max. Keep them under control, yeah?

Maybe I just wanted it really bad, and then when I got it too early,

Maybe it's...

Maybe not that busy.

Maybe Tony pays you extra to fake concern.

Michel and I, Reece, Max... he was different.

Michel will be my sous chef.

Michel!

Michel! Okay!

Michel.

Michel.

Michelin loves it when you celebrate French cuisine.

Michelin men eat in pairs.

Michelin, table nine.

Michelin.

Mm hm, sure.

Mm.

Mm. Pigeon.

Mmm, all right.

Mmm.

Mmm.

Mmm. You want some lunch?

Mommy, I want some biscuits.

Montgomery Reece invites you to the relaunch of his restaurant.

More salt.

Most are new.

Mr. Jones, your credit card has been denied.

Mr. Jones?

Mr. Reece.

My advice to you, chef? If you want to live a long life,

My devils chased me out of Paris and I washed up in New Orleans.

My French is rusty, but, uh, I think technically it's a death threat.

My fuckin' fault.

My kitchen is going to be the best in the world.

My reviews close bad ones.

Next time you make cacio, toast the pepper first to remove the moisture,

Nice gravy.

No matter what.

No more women.

No one can.

No one knows who they are. No one.

No water bath, okay?

No, a chef should strive to be consistent in experience,

No, if you were my girlfriend,

No, no, no, no. There's no table.

No, not here, no.

No, thank you. We'll try the Gavi de Gavi.

No, thanks.

No, this place is easy, accessible, and cheap. It's easy to find.

No, you mean, "Fuck you."

No.

No.

No. No cake. I have sorbet.

No. Thank you.

Not good, not excellent... perfect.

Not in a souffle, not in an apple,

Not weakness.

Nothing you didn't know.

Nothing. You bastard.

Now spit it out before you die of "who gives a fuck" scallop.

Now the most important question.

Now, finish that and go.

Now, I want you to talk to your father.

Now, listen, tell us why you've agreed to come on our show this morning.

Now, we can keep on cooking and be interesting,

Oh, and two glasses of tap water.

Oh, crack cocaine and Louisiana.

Oh, good for you.

Oh, Helene.

Oh, I'm sorry. I know how close you two were.

Oh, I've been myself since the '90s.

Oh, no, no. Not in Paris. Here, in London.

Oh, that wasn't Tony. That was all me.

Oh, you got to thin this sauce. It's like fucking glue.

Oh! [singing continues]

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. You need a Band Aid.

Okay, all right, look. The whole Mozart/Satieri bullshit

Okay, and then confit the rattes and then peel,

Okay, give me some room.

Okay, good. Every one, glaze on every one.

Okay!

Okay?

Okay? To get two,

Okay.

Okay.

Okay. [chuckles]

On a bed of ricotta for you.

On the floor under their table.

One hoped you were dead.

One million.

One orders the tasting menu, the other one a la carte. Always.

One pappardelle, one foie gras, one halibut, one pigeon.

One, two, three.

Opened up, and it wasn't...

Or do you want to stab me?

Or stoned or drunk or something else no one apart from you has ever been?

Order for table eight. I'm with a friend.

Outside. Throwing up.

Papa wanted you to have his knives.

Paughs]

Paughs]

Perfect with the beef.

Perfection.

Plague, pestilence. Seas rise, locusts devour.

Please don't fight him among all this bone china.

Please don't think that's on the house. You pay your way like everyone else.

Please tell Adam not to bother to come out to see me.

Ready?

Really? Oh, fantastic.

Reece, in truth, the lobster was good.

Remind me never, ever to discuss food with you in public.

Right now we're two stars. Both of us. It's a two star review.

Sainthood, immortality.

Sara, I went crazy on summer vegetables

Sauce up.

Service, table four.

Service!

Service!

Service.

Service.

Service.

She missed you, you know? Really worried about you.

She seemed nice.

She thinks you should be in a program or in a group.

She wants to be like us.

She will destroy us.

She's got beautiful legs, but, uh,

She's not very useful on the phone.

Should a test prove positive,

Should I be writing this down? 'Cause I don't have a crayon.

Should I tell them you left half an hour ago?

Show me, show me, show me. It all has to be same size.

Sit down. Let me clean you up.

Six ninety eight...

Six ninety nine,

Six ninety seven.

So I hand my restaurant over to you, and it's you doing me a favor?

So make a cake.

So Tony said if I brought her into work, he'd watch her during service.

So we are offering free dinners before we reopen next week.

So when I left, it's only natural that you were... hurt.

So you took your revenge.

So you you took, you took matters into your own hands?

So, not dead.

So... I called the number the men used to book the table.

Some nights I was almost as good as I thought I was.

Someone to stop you from getting into a fight with him.

Someone told you when you were very small that you were good

Sorry I'm late, Conti. Lily was sick at school.

Sorry, chef. I was taking my break.

Sorry. "People like me"?

Spiders. Death.

Sta)'

Stay here and make sure this idiot doesn't have a concussion.

Sweeney! You just received one of the best compliments I've ever heard.

Sweeney's Irish, by the way, not Scottish.

Sweetheart, please, come on. Lily, we're late.

Table four, right now! Clean the pass!

Take someone nice.

Take your knives and go.

Tea smoked mackerel with duck egg.

Tell me the truth about the tarragon.

Tell me what frightens you.

Tell me, what else?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thanks

Thanks.

That can't be right! Michel, where's my pig?

That fish and the beef. Max, where are my knives?!

That happened here tonight... was my fault.

That is Jean Luc's daughter, Anne Marie.

That is something, huh?

That kitchen is the only place I've ever felt like I really belonged.

That should be thick. That's good, that's good.

That woman at the party was really pretty.

That you self medicated for years.

That's a shame.

That's bullshit.

That's good.

That's how I want my chefs to be.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's okay. I'm friends with Tony Balerdi.

That's when Max was there, and Reece, and, uh, Michel came later.

That's your verdict, is it?

The boudin noir was cooked yesterday.

The critic from the Times is coming.

The family will withdraw their financial support for your restaurant immediately.

The first of the pair arrives early and has a drink at the bar.

The four horsemen ride and darkness descends.

The heat, the pressure, the violence, the fucking screaming.

The imperfection of others,

The kid's a star.

The kitchen may be in good hands, but, uh,

The maids don't come?

The Michelin men came last night.

The problem with being good is you become indispensable.

The short ribs for the beef, and I want you to make

The Times just arrived.

The Times.

Then how come I left you at the saucier, then I find you at the poisson?

Then I destroyed it all.

Then I got pregnant with Lily and,

Then when I wanted to escape from it...

There are at least a dozen people who will try to have you killed.

There are two men at the kitchen door wanting to see you.

There may still be stockpiles in my ankles.

There were drug dealers.

There were rumors you had been stabbed to death in Amsterdam.

There's a man... There's a man at the bar. He's wearing a suit.

There's no longer sufficient funds available

There's no time. You just have to know.

There's not gonna be another empty table at this restaurant again, Ton.

There's nothing wrong with that, but we use this to seal in all the flavors:

There's strength in needing others...

They always book a table before 7:30.

They ask for tap water. They wear business suits.

They come, they eat, they go.

They don't kick you out if you talk to yourself,

They helped me stop.

They left their drinks at the bar.

They may place a fork on the floor,

They order half a bottle of wine.

They said they had no inspectors in London last night.

They sent it back. Too spicy.

They're French.

They're here.

They're polite. But attention.

They're software salesmen from Birmingham.

They've got eyes on everything, so everything has to be pitch perfect!

Things and people I always think about right now.

Thirty seconds, no more.

This from a guy who once stole methadone from a dying sous chef.

This is Adam. Kinda notorious, back in the day.

This is equipment.

This is like...

This is my private number. Who gave you the number?

This is so great! This stuff is so great!

This is what you could be cooking.

This isn't Paris five years ago. Tastes have changed.

This lamb's fucking fantastic, but you lack arrogance.

This stupid city, you know? Everything has to be...

Three times. Upside fucking down, man.

To cover the cost of your room.

To eat at a place where we work than it does at a place like this.

To explain what Michel had done to your dish.

To get even one Michelin star, you have to be like Luke Skywalker.

To give every restaurant the same chance.

To impress my diners.

To remain in the pan for an extra minute

Tony said to tell you that your knives are in the bag.

Turbot, I sincerely apologize... [chuckles]

Turbot! Table three!

Two customers. Late 40s.

Two glasses of tap water, and there is now a fork

Uh, yeah. Sure.

Uh, you hungry?

Um...

Under the table to see if you notice, and they wouldn't drop it

Use him as a stepping stone to get your own star.

Vegetables, herbs, spices, marinades, anything you want sealed in.

Wait!

Wait. Wait.

Want me to make you a plate?

We adapt.

We can handle it, all right? Just tell me quickly.

We cook together.

We do what we do.

We have a laundry service as well.

We otherwise wouldn't go.

We studied your menus and recipes...

We were really good for a long time, but...

We would've gotten in an argument in the taxi.

We wouldn't even be talking.

We're finished!

We're good?

We're late. We'll get something on the way.

We're not full yet?

We're your family.

Well, actually, it's called gravy again.

Well, come on then. Group doesn't start for 2O minutes.

Well, I've injected so much junk in my life,

Well, if you go, you should take someone with you.

Well, that question indicates a serious lack of research.

Well, the mercy of your enemy is a kind of hell.

Well, two doesn't seem like many.

Well, urn, uh, Friday night, uh, Adam Jones at The Langham

Well, what if he's Darth Vader?

Well, you don't cook. You warm food up in condoms.

Well, you're not, obviously.

What about Tony? Is he on your list?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here? It's your day off.

What are you guys doing in here?

What did I say? Did I make a mistake this morning

What do you do? You got to plug it in.

What exactly did I do to you?

What happened in Paris?

What happened to your self respect, Tony?

What happens if you fail?

What happens if you get this third star?

What the fuck is that?

What the fuck's wrong with you?!

What the hell are you talking about?

What the hell was that? Who were those men?

What was the name of that dive on Rue Des Panoyaux

What?

What?

What's going on? What's going on?

Whatever it was or whoever it was in the past,

When are you gonna do something about Medusa out there?

When I was your sous chef at Jean Luc's, we were like brothers.

When I went, "How much did I order?"

When Jean Luc died, we were afraid that...

When you're ready to cook, let me know, I'll be right here.

When's the last time you had an orgasm that was... "interesting"?

Where are we with the two turbots and two pork?

Where is he?

Where is it? Where's the order?