Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

-RICHIE: Okay. -Okay? Um.
This is "Chicago."
CHEF: Nine minutes to open, Chef.
I just got a little behind. I'mma catch up.
Uh... Uh, give me a sec.
Uh, my angle's that I was hired to work here.
Cannes 2025 Fire everything right fucking now
not, uh, some sort of a hollow shell
Slum Server during "Plate Up"
Huh? Get the fuck back to work!
-What is this? Chef! -Um, I am...
You got it, boss.
Fuck. What the fuck?
Tina, fire every single chicken we have, please, okay?
Shut the fuck up, frank!
Yes, Chef.
Sorry, um, are you the new face of the working man?
Ebra, make sandwiches!
It's fine. Please finish your prep.
Um, I, uh, uh, uh. Cool. I don't know, um.
Me after two beers have gone, we’ve ran out of Black Pudding crisps. Someone wants a delivery note sighing and someone has flushed their hopes n dreams down the toilet.
"running through the sauce.
-Bricklayers, clock workers-- -...not know what's on the menu.
You know, you push my people out.
SYDNEY: Twenty-five all day, Chef.
It's okay, Syd.
RICHIE: So this is a war on poor people?
-Sharpie! -(pounds table)
The central government collapsed.
CARMY: Probably fuckin' deserved it.
um, I'm doing them in five--
-Accidentally? -Accidentally.
but, please, just make sure he keeps up on pace
that we are learning how to use the tablet, and it's good.
Okay, um, Marcus, where are we on cakes?
CARMY: You quit right now?