Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

So, we could just have somebody go and pick it up.
you need anything, just find us.
at the restaurant when he was a kid?
EBRAHEIM: One more sausage pepper, one more mortadell, Chef!
(sighs)
I wasn't expecting company, by the way.
What are you making?
-What does that mean? -A potential cross-contaminate.
That's not even accounting for other people's, you know?
Fak, fix that fucking sound.
I-I did do some extra credit though.
No, it can only be Marcus.
You understand that, right?
-Yes, Chef. I'm so tough. -Say "fucking yes, Chef. I'm so tough."
Okay, Nancy, hi. I'm Carmen Berzatto.
♪ Believe me ♪
I wanted to apologize.
-(phone ringing) -WOMAN 1: ...the sandwich.
Yeah! Thank you! Thank you, Chef!
Uh, not yet, no, but you need help, and...
No. I don't need to talk to Mommy.
Fuck!
-Alright, then at Noma-- -Oh, and fuck your Noma, too!
♪ Have you seen me lately? ♪
♪ Singing songs about Edith Piaf's soul ♪
(fire alarm beeping)
But, you know what?
I get it.
(siren wailing)
You are bullshit. You are talentless.
-SYDNEY: Thank you, Chef. -EBRAHEIM: Yes, Chef.
Look... (sighs)