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Thank you.

That's what I needed to help me deal
with.

You think you can handle inventory
tonight?

Yes, no problem.

I'd help, but Rosaline made me an early
doctor's appointment for tomorrow.

Anything serious?

No, I'm just enjoying life more than
it's helping.

I need to go make sure Dominic doesn't
burn down the place with another grease

fire.

Hire better people.

Horrible.

We don't have class until Monday.

I just realized what the mushrooms were
missing.

You can't resubmit your final.

He will either pick your dish or he
won't.

Somebody? What's up, bro?

Fuck yeah.

Come on, bro. Be professional for a
while.

Yeah.

That's clean up.

Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

Yeah. Yeah.

He was a lot more arrogant in person
than I expected.

Does that mean if he selects your
submission, you'll forgo the prize and

go to dinner with him?

If I win, it won't be because of my
cooking.

Did you see how he was looking at us?

I mean, similar to the way you look at
me every class.

Bonjour. This is her.

Tonight? Yeah, I could do that.

Mm -hmm.

Au revoir.

Guess who has dinner with Jean tonight?

I thought we were going out.

I can meet you after.

Please.

This is really important.

I'll make it up to you.

Wow.

That's good, right?

Can I get it to go box?

That bad?

No, they're good.

I want to share the rest with Rosaline.

What, not with me?

You'll understand one day.

When you love something so much, you
want to share it with the people you

How's she doing, by the way?

Better than me.

She doesn't like going outside much
anymore, so I want to bring the outside

her.

Yeah. Yeah.

Spoken like the truth that I never had.

Probably shouldn't.

I won't say that it enhances the flavor
of the food, but... It

certainly dulls your objections to it.

You know, I know the chef here.

Or at least he thinks he knows me.

A little bit of coaxing.

Maybe I can get him to enhance his three
-star menu.

The poor schmuck thinks he actually has
a shot at getting on my theories.

What is your series?

The network has me traveling America,
looking for hidden gems.

Something to rival that white trash
chef, Kylie Knievel.

Sounds like a dream.

Traveling and eating, cooking.

Then you should come with me.

What?

I don't have any experience in TV.

That doesn't matter.

I really just want someone to have
dinner with me who will appreciate it.

Like a personal assistant, but with
purpose.

I never really saw myself as a personal
assistant.

What did you see yourself doing then?

Well, I have another year before I get
my certificate.

I figured I'd work under a few chefs
before taking you over to my dad's

You can learn from the best chefs in the
world.

I can open those doors for you.

Why me?

Because I trust my taste.

Do you know why I chose your food?

No.

I chose your food because of
presentation.

That's what sells on TV.

Presentation shows how meticulous you
are.

From cook time to product selection,
plating, temperature.

That means something to you.

It shows you really care.

I guess I never really thought like
that.

Come with me, and I'll give you a real
culinary education.

That's a big decision.

I understand. Not everybody's as
decisive as I am.

You don't need to decide tonight. You
can tell me yes tomorrow.

I'm going to order some more wine and
check on our food.

Oh, early, honey.

Yeah.

Giving Nathan some practice closing on
his own.

Speaking of which, I have his newest
creation.

Mmm. It looks delicious.

I'm not hungry tonight, honey.

You ought to eat something.

I know. I'll have it tomorrow morning,
baby.

I promise.

And I love you.

Thank you, honey.

I ordered extra macaroons for you.

So, did you fuck him?

Yes,

I did.

How are you so casual about all of this?

We're roommates.

We agreed we wouldn't let feelings get
involved.

I know. That's just something new to me.

So, how was it?

How was it? I don't want to talk about
him anymore tonight.

He talked about himself enough.

So it's not just an act?

No.

But underneath that ego, or maybe
because of it, he has a sort of panache.

He does no food.

Oh, really?

But I will say, the whole time at
dinner, I was thinking about how much

rather be eating with you.

That's all you were thinking about?

Just eating?

There may have been a few other thoughts
that slipped in.

Hmm.

Now which way are you moving?

Mm -hmm.

Thank you.

This is it.

Thank you.

no no no no

Seriously?

Hello?

Stop it.

What?

I haven't seen you in over a year.

And you're standing over there like
you're scared to talk to me.

That has been the hardest thing about
all of them.

People treating you like they just

can't talk to you.

Sorry.

You and me too.

Today on More Than a Mouthful, you know
how I love

my big meat.

So come with me as we go down south to
taste some of the

biggest and the meatiest hot dogs, that
is.

You like Kylie Knievel?

It's okay.

Nathan watches it with me on Sundays.

He's actually gotten some pretty good
ideas from her.

That explains a lot.

So I'm not a woman yet?

I am a woman.

Not to me.

know what to say, so.

Well, I mean, thank you for keeping
things running and checking in on Dad.

My girlfriend says I'm not good at this
emotional shit.

Yeah, I'd have to agree with her.

Oh, my God.

That was in high school, okay? Get over
it. I've matured since then.

I figured out how to deal with this
shit, because you know what makes people

feel better?

Food. I don't know.

What is it today?

The crab bit for that crabby bitch boss.

Um, no.

You're not eating that.

What?

I can literally see the butter floating
at the top.

No.

I do not want this to be your last meal.

You know I'm just trying to... Knock off
your old man, take over the restaurant.

Okay, just hold on.

Come on, a little bit, let it taste.

Right?

It's a good bong rep.

It's not hot sauce and crab bisque.

Not in France, no. But here in the good
old red, white, and blue?

We put hot sauce in everything.

I like it.

Is this the kind of stuff he serves at
the restaurant?

Sometimes.

He's been my testing dummy.

He's actually come a long way since you
left me.

I think you both are going to work great
together.

What? What do you mean?

Nathan can teach you a thing or two
about running a kitchen, and you can

his rougher wave.

I don't need her help.

I don't need food, Dad.

Nathan.

You are many things.

You are creative. You are great on the
line.

But when it comes to that administration
stuff, you need Lumi.

Okay, I did not go to culinary school to
work in an office.

Running a restaurant is more than just
cooking.

You got to learn it all.

Look, I was hoping you can revamp the
entire menu. Wait.

Make some new life into it.

I want you to make this place your own.

Both of you. What if she turns this into
some pompous cafe where our regulars

can't even afford this shit?

Huh? That's your problem. We live in one
of the biggest cities in the world.

You have to start thinking bigger.

If you turn this into a fucking bakery,
I'm going to put you in the goddamn

dishwasher.

I cannot believe Dad left paper in the
kitchen.

I love this.

It reminds me how much Rosaline and I
used to fight before we opened.

Oh, come on.

You know, who's supposed to be eating
that photograph?

Well, this is how you attract new
customers.

Bullshit. You get customers by making
fire -ass food.

Well, you need to hook them with how it
looks, so at least they'll try it.

I mean, you could be a little more
concerned with the parents.

Maybe a dumpster?

Sometimes.

The fuck do you need in my soup?

I add a caviar crouton. It breaks up the
bisque.

It's good, but it's not necessary.

Not necessary like cleaning up your
station?

Here, bitch.

You got a problem with my station?

You can fucking clean it instead of
making my soup in some fifth -grade art

project that you can just take pictures
of for your followers.

You got 12 or 13 yet?

Hmm?

Well, well.

Go on.

Oh,

oh, now you want a truth.

You know what? Go to 13.

More like 30.

Fuck you, bitch.

Bullshit. Are you telling the invoices?

Uh, Jim and I are making a system.

We missed our morning produce shipment
because you missed the payment.

I'm a cook, not a accountant.

Hmm, interesting.

A cook runs his kitchen.

All you seem to do is run your fucking
mouth.

Look, I'm trying, okay?

Come to the office, and we'll get this
sorted out. Look, I gotta prep all the

food, okay? The kitchen's about to open.

We won't have anything to feed people if
we don't get this sorted out.

Let's go.

Clean this fucking mess.

I'm shopping.

What are

you

doing?

God, I need a bed.

You know what else I need?

We don't have time.

They won't even notice.

Lumi's busy pulling out Nathan.

We still have to finish setting up.

We can be quick.

As quick as you are to close the ticket.

That's what takes time.

Your clock is ticking.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Once you pay an invoice, you update it
here.

Then enter one.

You do know how to work a computer,
right?

Go away.

Thank you.

Oh!

is important.

So is fucking opening.

Damn it.

Oh my god.

Oh shit, not what I was expecting.

What the? Oh, you're at work.

Good job.

What? Well,

if my instincts are correct, they
usually are, I'd say they're fucking.

You're both fired.

Wait, what?

You can't fire us.

Are you seriously trying to argue your
job right now without pants?

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey, hey.

We can't open the restaurant without a
sous chef and a server.

We're going to have to.

Call Robin, and I'll set the line.

Fuck, damn it.

I told you.

Babe, I'm sorry.

No. Come on.

What are you doing?

Cleaning up your mess.

We have a full house.

What

are

you doing?

We have a full house because they came
for the soup. They expect it to look

the picture.

I'll be two seconds.

Okay, go. Clear the window.

No. Where's my caviar crouton? There
isn't time.

Clear the window. Stay in my fucking
kitchen.

Go. Go on.

Where'd you find all that?

From the last order.

What order?

The one I just put away.

Oh, shit.

Um, like, uh... Are we gonna eat this or
are we gonna take pictures?

Actually, I made it for you.

As a thank you.

Try it.

I don't know if it was like a painting.

Fuck painting.

Food is messy.

That's what makes it beautiful.

Do you play with your hands?

No, because it's temporary.

Of course, if you enjoy it in the
moment.

Do you learn that from school?

No.

When you do something long enough, you
kind of start to talk about it as

everything.

Is that what you're into cooking?

It's where your dad talks the same
fucking way.

I mean, maybe.

All my memories are food paste.

Have you ever told you to worry about
the dessert that I'm... The flambe. The

flambe, yeah.

Oh my God, I told you about that?

Every time you see the fucking banana,
he talks about that.

I mean, it's not wrong.

With the right combination of flavors,
you can kind of trigger certain memories

and emotions.

Emotions of being full?

What? I like watching you eat.

It's entertaining.

Dinner and a show.

Mm -hmm.

So what do you think?

Is it real food?

I'm impressed.

Don't be.

It's just my knowledge from discount
cheese aisle at Whole Foods.

Mm -hmm. The extra H, babe.

Oh, yeah.

You know what? This is really good.

But you know what would kick it up a
notch?

Hot sauce?

Close.

Jalapeno jelly.

You know what?

If it doesn't make you cry, why eat it?

Don't feed me. I'm not a baby.

Oh, my.

Good, right?

Spicy.

But good.

Not terrible for an unschooled chef,
huh?

I don't know if he deserved the title
chef.

And what would you call me?

Professional cook, maybe?

I don't know what that means.

But you know, the way you said it, I'm
going to put that one more notch towards

my sexual rap towards you.

Okay.

You know, I hate to admit it, but I
think Dad was right.

What about Kylie Knievel being the best
chef ever?

No. You're both wrong about that.

But that we're good for each other.

For the...

Yeah, I think he's right.

What?

I swear to God, if he turns to no
bakery, because I sure as fuck don't

until the sunrise and jerk off, I'm
definitely not going to beat up Joe,

Yeah.

I've got to get out of here. My
girlfriend's been pissed that I've been

every weekend, so I've got to...

Yeah, no. See you tomorrow?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Okay, that asshole.

Jilly's jalapeno.

I don't know.

I think we could still take her with the
batter.

You're insane.

It's perfect.

I've just got to go.

What?

You don't want to stay over and cook
with me all night?

As much as I would love that, I actually
got to go hang out with my real

girlfriend.

Okay. Yeah.

I'll walk you out.

What's all this?

A celebration.

Am I going to be a grandfather?

To a food baby.

Oh, God.

No, we, um, I ran the numbers tonight
and we are out of the black.

That's amazing.

See?

All I had to do was get out of your way.

Let you work your magic.

It's still your ship.

We're just steering it right now.

It'll be yours soon enough.

I'm sorry I haven't been around as much
as I should have.

But now that me and Nathan are on the
same page, I'm...

Definitely going to be around a lot
more.

Hey, this is new and it's exciting.

And you should enjoy it.

You don't get this experience too many
times.

He hated him.

Why has he got to be so mean?

Cooking is fun for an amateur.

He's training an aspiring chef.

Cooking is supposed to be fun.

He's not even that good of a chef.

He's not, but he is good at getting
young chefs' attention.

Thought you hated kick -offs.

Look, I don't know what you did to this,
but it should be fucking legal, okay?

Come on.

You okay?

This is a jalapenos.

Well,

I have some news.

Big raise? You give me my raise?

Not quite. Oh, fuck.

Gene Martini is in town doing his show,
Scouting Restaurant.

And I came in to have dinner here today.

What, won't your post go viral?

No. He, uh, we met at the institute, and
he gave me his number.

He gave you his number?

Yeah. And I just remembered, so I texted
him.

You know, why aren't you more excited
about this?

What if he comes in here and just
insults our food?

He won't.

How do you know?

I know what you like.

What are you so worried about?

I'm worried that someone's going to come
here and just ruin everything and

create it.

I know.

I have problems.

Just keep a clean station and do what
you do best.

Which is?

Cook.

Yeah. I'm pretty good at cooking.

There's nothing a lot better, huh?

Hmm.

Not from what I remember.

Oh, how?

Anyway, I have to get ready.

Hey, you know, instead of getting ready,
why don't you help me get the kitchen

ready?

I thought you didn't need my help.

You said you could run this kitchen all
by yourself.

honor to serve you.

The way staff shouldn't be shaking hands
with the customers, that's weird and

really unhygienic.

Um, Robert, can you just get us two
glasses of Cabernet?

I feel like I'm going to

piss on his desk tonight.

I promise, Louie, I'll be good, okay?

Fuck her for bringing him in.

Fuck it, Nate.

You know the big smile you give to all
the, you know, rich customers?

Okay, let me see it.

There it is. Hold on.

Okay, if you do that, after your shift,
I'm going to cook you whatever you want.

Anything? Anything.

See ya.

Take good care of us, because, well, I
mean, I'm the star.

We're serious, so that makes sense,
doesn't it? Anyway, so...

You know what you'd like to start?

How would we? You haven't even told the
special.

How about you just raise the bisque and
the charcuterie?

Absolutely.

Ordering for me? Bold.

You don't trust me?

Oh, I do.

Let's see what else you can order me to
do.

That asshole doesn't even care about the
food.

He just wants to fuck her.

Do you want me to take out the soup?

If you dump it on his head, there might
be some head in it for you later.

Well, that seems worth it.

Here you go.

Oh.

Shane, this is Nathan, our co -executive
chef.

Co -executive chef?

Don't know what that is.

Nathan, who have you trained under?

Jim Lowe, mostly.

Alone.

I've never heard of him.

Oh.

Hot sauce and beer.

I don't hate it.

Different, but not bad.

It's a gross bastardization of a French
classic.

Well, that's Nathan's creation.

I mean, I... Don't do that.

Do what?

Um... It's your restaurant.

It's your dish. That's because he threw
a few splashes of hot sauce in it.

It doesn't mean anything.

You're the one that brought out the full
potential of the dish, okay?

I mean, we both did.

I'm here to taste your food, okay?

Not the offerings of some low -level
sous chef who learned from, I don't

some army cook who never mattered much
anyway.

Is that jalapeno jelly?

Wow, you are full of surprises.

After all that, an asshole didn't even
fucking tip.

Did you?

Looney told me to open a cop tab and 30
% on it. But stop. Fuck him.

Fuck him. Can't believe she left with
him.

I'm sure she's walking with a car.

You didn't see him flirting.

You think she'd actually fuck him?

I mean, I would.

Fuck plenty of broke assholes.

Fucking a rich, famous one would
definitely be preferable.

Plus, he's like everything that we want.

Yeah. Hey, did you forget?

What? My food.

Wow.

Are you still hungry?

Fuck you, Nathan.

There's a scooter in the back. Go get
it.

Thank you.

We still can.

Yeah,

why not? I left this here alone to
close.

What about the security camera?

I guess there's no way she's watching
them while she's getting flabbered.

geriatric fuck, right?

Don't be bad.

I'm good for too long.

Don't be bad.

I'm good for too long.

Hi!

I love you.

I love you.

Oh, God.

oh

Oh.

Come here.

Thank you.

Yeah.

I liked it a lot better before you put a
lot of fancy shit in it.

Hmm.

Oh.

What were you doing last night?

I could ask you the same thing.

What are you talking about?

You know what I'm fucking talking about.

Okay? What are you doing here? I'm
opening.

Oh. Well, I got a call from the night
porter about all the food you left out.

So, here I am. I'm sorry. I was tired,
you know.

Someone left me here closed by myself
while you were out there smoothing it up

with fucking dickhead.

Do you even realize how much product I
had to toss out because of you? Fucking

God, you're overreacting.

Really? Yeah.

So, would taking it out of your paycheck
be overreacting?

Look, I'm sorry.

I'm just really tired.

Also, why do you care about Jean
Martine?

You care so much about this fucking
dude's opinion. You don't care about

who's been there since the beginning.

Nathan, I appreciate you, but you've got
to realize what he could do for us.

We can't do anything that we can't do
for ourselves.

Being on his show would be huge, okay?

Look, I know he's awful.

I'm just tolerating him.

Tolerating him?

Is that what you call fucking?

Since when do you care who I fuck?

You have a girlfriend, remember?

I did have a girlfriend.

What?

She got fed up with me being here all
the time and spending time with you.

She found out about our past, so she
left.

Why didn't you tell me?

I didn't know how you'd react.

And I didn't want to make you feel bad
about it.

Why are you telling me now? How are you
trying to make me feel now?

Look, I know I have no right to be
jealous.

Fuck. It kills me to think this guy's
going to fucking win.

He's not winning.

If anything, I'm showing him along until
I get what I want.

Is that what you're doing to me?

Maybe.

Maybe I'm just trying to motivate you.

Well, that's that all.

No, it's just something we're working on
for the show.

That's good. Yeah.

Lumi, Lumi, wait.

What?

Look, I'm so sorry.

It just was hurt.

Well, congratulations.

So maybe I should go find someone else
to feel better with. No, no.

Lumi!

Fuck!

Come in.

It's open.

God, for the last time, it's open!

A room service guy never looked like
that.

Let's stop playing games.

What do you mean?

I know you want to fuck me.

And I want to fuck a successful,
attractive, influential man who

could get me on TV.

Why do I feel like this is a setup?

It's not.

I've wanted to fuck you.

I just was holding out, telling you you
could get me what I wanted.

I mean, how does this work?

Yes, it is.

I just want you to promise you'll follow
through.

I promise I'll make it worth it.

Thank you.

Hmm.

Isn't it?

Thank you.

No. No.

Thanks. Thank you for meeting with me
early.

Sounded easier to go over everything
before Gene arrived.

Of course. I know how he is.

Oh. How do you know Gene?

We met when I was at the Coney's.

to, actually.

Also, how we met.

I think he just does those gigs to
recruit fresh meat.

Oh.

Nice.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not ungrateful
or anything.

It's just that sometimes I regret not
going to go work in a kitchen.

I'm sure plenty of chefs are jealous of
you.

They shouldn't be.

I feel like I sold my soul.

That bad?

I will absolutely deny this if you
repeat it, but the fame, the power, all

the things that make him desirable are
also the things that make him

intolerable.

Just real quick, guys. You're actually
going to take a reserve to roll up

customers at? Customers? Yeah.

The restaurant has to be closed during
filming. I thought you knew that.

Yeah, she told me.

I'm sorry, Nathan. I forgot to tell you.

Oh, that there's customers on the show?

Yeah, we hire paid actors.

It makes it easier for us to deal with
continuity and if we have to move in for

a shot.

Shot's the winner of all things. Who's
going to be on TV?

Is there anyone who can pay him to be an
actor?

We've tried that with fans before.

They have a really hard time ignoring
the camera.

And Gene hates it if someone tries to
talk to him during filming.

It's easier for us to hire
professionals.

I'm sorry,

I thought the producers told you.

They did.

That was a miscommunication on my part.

Okay. Well, shall we get down to it?

Sure.

This is the release form. I have
highlighted all the places where I need

sign.

Okay.

End your sequence. Take one.

Mark.

Oh, Jim.

You and your wife met while working in a
kitchen together.

That's right.

We've been in business for 35 years now.

Lumi pretty much grew up in the kitchen.

And for the last 10 years or so, the
restaurant's been struggling, and so you

and your wife scraped together whatever
money you could to send Lumi to culinary

school in France.

Well, I wouldn't really say we were
failing, but culinary school isn't

cheap.

Okay. Can we cut for a second?

Yeah, I'm cutting.

Um, for TV, and I would like to really

showcase the fact that, you know, we're
taking the restaurant, it's in troubled

times, and Jimmy swoops in and saves the
day.

Is that so?

Okay.

So see, in this piece, I'd like to
portray you as a salt -of -the -earth

cook, okay? And you're struggling to
hold together your French restaurant.

Is that right?

Okay.

So for this piece, we really want to
promote you as a salt -of -the -earth

cook that's struggling to keep his
restaurant afloat.

And it adds to the drama.

What do you think?

Dad, we don't have to do this.

It's whatever's best for the show.

Well, we did discuss this.

You don't understand TV the way I do,
okay?

Trust me. They're going to eat this
stuff up.

Oh, no.

It's okay.

Yeah. It's okay.

Let's go again.

Re -roll.

It's really... Venture sequence take
two. Mark.

Okay, we're ready. One second.

How's it look?

Got a lot of pieces to shoot.

Are you kidding? What the fuck is this?

Our Gordon Blue BLT.

Where's the dish that we agreed on?

Well, I actually thought this would
be...

Better, because it really represents the
direction Nathan and I want to take the

restaurant. Oh.

Okay, I see.

So your sous -chef is zealous that I'm
not going to showcase his dish, right?

No. Nathan and I, and Dad, all agreed
this would be the

dish. We created it together.

Well, I didn't decide that.

And the last time I checked... The name
of the show is called Off the Menu with

Jean -Martin and Not Cooking with
Nathan.

Why don't you stop talking for a second
and just try it? I don't have to try the

fucking food.

I can see it's overcooked.

Well, I can tell you're an overrated
asshole, so just fucking try it.

Get the fuck off my set, okay?

Look, this is what we're going to do.

Call me in the kitchen, we're going to
make the dish that we agreed on, and I'm

going to cook with her and mentor her,
okay?

Afraid the heat's going to melt your
face?

You know, I've cooked for presidents and
prime ministers, heads of state.

Do you think that I give a fuck about
the opinion of some fucking wannabe

dishwasher who found a chef's jacket?

You've been off the line for too long.

You forgot what it's like to give
someone shit for them to dish it right

I bet your hands will do soft work in my
kitchen.

Probably need oven mitts.

It's funny you should mention my soft
hands because Louis didn't have a

with them the other night.

Turn the fucking camera off.

We're done.

You know, we have filmed at some of the
best restaurants in the world.

I think that was one of the most...
Satisfying things I've ever seen.

That was a perfectly made sandwich.

It was perfect.

Until his face ruined it.

Come back, Kitch, I'll make you another
one.

Thank you.

Oh, I thought you hated baking.

This isn't baking.

This is flambéing.

Wait, is this... You told me the story
so many times, so I've spent the last

couple months just trying to perfect the
recipe, and this is what I got.

It smells.

Wait, where are you going?

Home.

I made this for you. Don't you want to
eat it?

The last time I had that...

I didn't want to ruin the...

Hey, you two

shouldn't...

You've transformed this place into
something so much better than

Rose and I ever could have imagined.

Well, I mean, at least let me drive you
home.

No, no.

Stay.

It's a nice day for a walk.

I've seen a lot of restaurants come and
go.

And a lot of good people, for that
matter.

Great spots just close within months of
opening.

If you cook long enough, if you really
put your life into it,

Eventually, well, all you'll have is the
memories of a few perfect meals.

But if you're lucky, if you really are,
it's the

people you shared it with.

Your mother would have been so proud.

Enjoy it.

I feel like I should apologize.

You don't need to apologize at all.

Try it.

You're not going to try to feed me
again?

That

was...

Just nice.

How can I make it better?

More?

No. No.

No. No.

That's good.

All right.

Where?

Stoops.

I turned my phone off.

We could handle all the text about the
shoot yesterday.

We have three hours before we open.

You love three hours.

Try to respond to these.

Then don't.

Fuck.

What?

Look.

There's a thousand of these.

One of the crews that fucking leaked it.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Kylie Knievel sent us a DM.

No way that's from her.

I don't see.

I saw the video, and I'm a huge fan.

There is nothing my viewers would like
more than for me to do a show about that

blue -collar chef.

Then slap that pretentious pastry puff
face with an all -American sandwich.

What should we do?

Start cooking.

Let's go. Get to work.