Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

but I will get you a new mixer. Okay?

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

So he can flip it into an Applebee's?

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

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

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

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

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

I do not care what you do up in Napa

-Fuck! -RICHIE: Neil Fak!

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

Snyder-Cut motherfuckers wanna out of line now?

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

You need to fill a baking sheet with water,

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

That's how you say hello to me?

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

Corner! How we looking on that bread?

♪ Dying on the banks ♪

-Uh-huh. -(chatter over phone)

that's fire, chef

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

(Richie speaking indistinctly)

I thought this was your house!

Paid my way through culinary school, so...

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

this is a single elimination tourney,

(video game dying effect)

Don't call me Bobby Flay! Sydney, stir

-"guggugguggug" sound. -Oh my god,

-(kettle whistling) -(opening can)

-Low on olive oil, Carmen. -Heard.

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

-(laughter) -Get the fuck outta here!

Can I have my fucking knife back?!

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

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

(second burner sparking, ignites, whooshing)