Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Sydney, you wanna help? You can take him.

(mocking) He was one of Food & Wine's Best New Chefs?

♪ Or those Preston socks... ♪

-you know how much time-- -Well, go fuck your French Laundry.

that's only, like, a week of survival cash.

Additionally, no hot water in the hand station.

Uh, I-I just wanted to say thanks for this past week.

my daughter's going through a phase.

And I like when you tell me things. Just...

-(bell rings) -RICHIE: Get that sandwich...

-(chefs respond) -Why do you hire fucking idiots?

Look, I'm, uh, (sighs) I'm fine.

you do this, I mean,

-We can always talk to somebody who works here... -No, no, no.

-TINA: System, baby. -MARCUS: Noma's the shit, huh?

I have every intention of turning this into an efficient,

Alright? And we're not even getting into

Oh. Okay. Well, that sounds chill.

You know, and the power comes in,

-RICHIE: Shit. -DeVry teach you to fix that?

two sausage pepper, two mortadell, Chef!

-(receipt prints) -Do you want me to, uh, come in tomorrow?

-I forgot we had ice cream. -Hm.

what I can afford to pay a sous,

Let's just do the easy thing here,

-RICHIE: Oh my god. That's some fucking ass shit! -Eventually.

-Two more mortadell. -EBRAHEIM: Two more mortadell, Chef!

I understand. I do.

I don't know, Chicago fucking Bears.

("Ajai Finale" by Serengeti) ♪ Yeah, check it, but I should be good ♪

(gear shift clunking)

or like your dad's or--

Oh, shit. We're gonna be in gridlock for over an hour