Ah.

My advice to you, chef? If you want to live a long life,

eat your own tongue.

[doorman] Good afternoon, sir.

Adam!

Jesus!

- So, where you been? - Uh, Louisiana.

- Doing what? - Shuckin' a million oysters.

- [laughing] Why? - Ah, gave up drinking.

Oh, good for you.

Along with, uh, sniffing, snorting, injecting,

licking yellow frogs, and women.

[laughs] Three years without a word.

Nothing. You bastard.

- Celia's gonna be delighted. - Thank you.

She missed you, you know? Really worried about you.

When Jean Luc died, we were afraid that...

You didn't know?

Oh, I'm sorry. I know how close you two were.

He was a great chef.