Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

No, no, I-I'm trying to to do something here, Sugar.

that's fire, chef

-Uh-huh. -(chatter over phone)

but I will get you a new mixer. Okay?

wh-where did you get that? What, did you steal that

-(kettle whistling) -(opening can)

Snyder-Cut motherfuckers wanna out of line now?

So, I'm like, okay, now there's a problem.

RICHIE: I'm like, listen, if you're gonna get in my face,

FAK: Yeah. It's just, like, it's easier that way.

Can I have my fucking knife back?!

That's some serious heat. What's, uh...

Yeah, no, I know. I just-- I've been busy.

(Richie speaking indistinctly)

That's how you say hello to me?

Carm, you're so woke. I meant nothing by it,

-Tina, I know you speak English! -Listen,

-Do you have any, like, stale bread? Thank you. -Right there.

I thought this was your house!

Don't wipe your hands on your apron, Chef.

♪ Five, five, five, five, five against one ♪

(video game dying effect)

I do not care what you do up in Napa

Paid my way through culinary school, so...

this is a single elimination tourney,

-Fuck! -RICHIE: Neil Fak!

Corner! How we looking on that bread?

-Low on olive oil, Carmen. -Heard.

-(L train rumbling) -(cars honking, traffic noise)

-"guggugguggug" sound. -Oh my god,

So he can flip it into an Applebee's?

(second burner sparking, ignites, whooshing)

One plus one equals you're an asshole, Bobby Flay.

-(laughter) -Get the fuck outta here!

No, I know, I know. I just...

♪ Dying on the banks ♪

You need to fill a baking sheet with water,

Don't call me Bobby Flay! Sydney, stir