Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

[Ellen] Aha.
Who wants champagne?
Ah.
I mean, you look like you're in a good zone with the food.
[softly] There is only one reason Sylvie breaks the "no food at work" rule.
Don't be jealous.
[chuckles]
Do you want a ride?
I'm late for French class.
But I hope that doesn't mean we won't see each other again.
- I'll forward it to you. - Great. Thanks.
Yes. Can you give me a minute?
- I'll go say hello. - Good idea.
You could've bought any building and hired any cook
[cell phone vibrating]
Oh, they didn't have to do that.
Maybe he's too young and this isn't something he can handle.
Restaurant openings are crowded, especially when a place is hot.
My pleasure.
How is everyone?
- [in French] What is fudge? - [mutters in disgust]
Okay, here's an idea.
Did I say "gay"? I meant "late."
Yep.
He's so high-maintenance.
My apologies.
Not appetizer. Entrée.
[sighs in exasperation]
[in English] This isn't a restaurant. This is a fucking nightclub,
You're lucky he won't have anything to do with you.
- Is there a problem? - Uh, not at all.
What discussion?
- It's so good to see you. - Yes!
What discussion?
- Oh. - And you usually are late.
Emily doesn't like to have fun.
Um, how about we try this one?