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- Ugh. Shit.

Yes?

Uh...

Uh, did you hear me knocking?

Yep. I heard you the
first three times.

So you heard the knocks?

It’s my bathroom time!

But what if I miss
my bathroom time?

Well, that’s not how
bathroom time works.

You can’t change the
rules of bathroom time.

I know, but what if
I need m-my bathroom time now?

I... I’m almost done.

I know, but I need
my bathroom time now.

Dad!

Sorry, baby.

- We went to Ricky’s after work...
- No.

- And I ate too many wings.
- Stop. Dad, stop.

So gross.

Um, I’ll bring you home
food from work, okay?

- Uh-huh.
- So, like, don’t go to Ricky’s anymore,

’cause, like, your stomach’s always cut
up and it’s, like... it’s really gross.

Did you take your benazepril?

Baby, you just
told me two times.

Okay, but did you do it though?

- I’m about to do it right now!
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Okay, I’m going to work.

- Um, love you.

Love you.

Can you put my
toothbrush back, please?

Yes, Chef!

- Oh, my God.

Whoo. Ten pounds lighter.

- Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

- You got holes in your sleeves?
- I’m gonna kill you.

I’m literally just
going to kill you.

- Love you, Chef.
- Okay, I love you too.

♪ Two dozen Other
dirty lovers ♪

♪ Must be a sucker for it ♪

♪ Cry, but I don’t
need my mother ♪

♪ Just hold my hand while I
come to a decision on it ♪

♪ Sooner or later ♪

♪ Your legs give way
You hit the ground ♪

♪ Save it for later ♪

♪ Don’t run away
Don’t let me down ♪

♪ Sooner or later ♪

♪ You’ll hit the deck
You’ll get found out ♪

♪ Save it for later ♪

♪ Don’t run away
And let me down ♪

♪ You let me down ♪

♪ Run away, run away
And let me down ♪

♪ Two dozen other
Stupid reasons ♪

♪ Why we should
Suffer for this ♪

♪ Don’t bother Trying
to explain them ♪

♪ Just hold my hand while I
come to a decision on it ♪

♪ Sooner or later ♪

♪ Your legs give way
You hit the ground ♪

♪ Save it for later ♪

♪ Don’t run away
And let me down ♪

♪ Sooner or later ♪

♪ You’ll hit the deck
You’ll get found out ♪

♪ Save it for later ♪

♪ Don’t run away
Don’t run away ♪

♪ You let me down ♪

♪ Run away, run away
And let me down ♪

♪ Run away Don’t run away ♪

♪ Don’t run away
Don’t run away ♪

♪ Don’t run away, run
away Run away, run away ♪

♪ Run away, run away ♪

♪ Why don’t you hold me? ♪

♪ Won’t you hold me
And kiss me now? ♪

♪ Why don’t you
Just hold me? ♪

♪ Oh, hold me
And kiss me now ♪

♪ Run away, run away
And let me down ♪

Micro radish. Fridge?

Yes, please.

- Can you break that box down?
- Yep.

Why these micros so expensive?

’Cause they’re micro.

- Is this me?
- Yeah.

- You wanna go burn one?
- No, I quit.

- Since when?
- Since last night.

What, are you thinking
about your health?

I’m thinking about the five
minutes it’s gonna take me.

Speaking of time,

you gotta get this fucking
beef window open, dawg.

These regulars are talking shit.

Yeah, I know. I’m-I’m aware.

Yeah, but you don’t
hear it like I hear it.

How do you hear it?

I hear it like,

"Yo, fuck this fancy
fuck. I want my shit."

Okay. Um...

Yeah, we can open it tomorrow.

Isn’t it kind of funny the
two of us are in here again?

- Yeah.
- Remember when we were kids?

- Yeah, slicing bread.
- Wiping tables.

Felt like we could
have done anything.

Probably a little
different for you.

Why different for me?

Different ’cause you knew
what you wanted to do.

So you were like this.

And we were like...

You mean, like,
more possibilities?

That’s exactly what
I mean, for us.

I gotta cruise.

- All right.
- All right.

- Good morning, Sug.
- Good morning, Christopher.

- Good morning.
- Hey.

Hi.

Hi.

I said "hi."

Did I not say something?

How long have you been here?

A minute.

- How are you?
- Okay.

Did you call Richie? Do I
wanna know about Claire?

- Nat.
- Carm.

Good morning.

Good morning.

- So, how long have you been here?
- I’m good.

- Yeah?
- Yeah. Focused.

- Okay.
- You?

Great. Good. Fine.

Shitty.

Do you wanna pick one?

It’s not great 8:00
a.m. stuff.

All right. Um...

You got me.

I’m gonna have a
kid in two months.

I wish I could
just push a button

and get the baggage put away.

- That’s, like, 4:00 p.m. stuff.
- Mm-hmm.

- I told you.

- Chefs.
- Chef.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Mmm.

- What’s this?
- Nonnegotiables.

That’s how we do this correctly.

That’s how restaurants of
the highest caliber operate.

"Respect tradition,
push boundaries."

- You good?
- We gotta be excellent every day. Okay?

Can you type those up
and print out a bunch?

- Bear.
- Please.

Hey, kids. That’s for me.

- Hey.
- Hey.

- What are you doing here?
- What am I doing here?

Hold on, hold on.
It’s coming to me.

Oh, yeah. I remember now.

I own the place, so
whatever the fuck I want.

- Sorry.
- What’s that?

Cryovac.

Why do we
need a new Cryovac?

- It’s a better Cryovac.
- Better how?

- What are you asking me?
- To stop spending my fucking money.

Don’t think I’m not
seeing these fancy, new,

- earthenware, fucking hippie plates.
- Heard. Thank you.

"Shirts perfectly pressed."

- Yes.
-"Personal hygiene. Know your shit.

Break down all boxes before
putting them in dumpster."

- Yes.
- "No surprises."

Never repeat ingredients.

Technique, technique, technique."
Spelled wrong but whatever.

"Change menu every day.

Constantly evolve through
passion and creativity."

And something about teaspoons
that I really can’t read.

Yes, I’m sick of running
out of fucking teaspoons.

So you think we’re ready to "constantly
evolve through passion and creativity"?

- We are going to find out.
- Carm.

- Yes.
- Why are you doing this?

- I can’t waste that much time.

- I think some part of my heart just broke.
- It’s a good thing, Nat.

- It’s a good thing.
- Mm-hmm.

- Oh, thank you, Unc.
- Anytime, doll.

Whoa, where’s mine?

You know, buddy, I called
in to get your order,

but they said you was
back in the fridge

- yelling at yourself.
- Thank you.

- Morning, Syd. Tasty shit last week.
- Morning. Thank you.

Morning.

Hey.

- Carm.
- Hey.

Hi.

What’s up?

I don’t know. Um...

...I guess I’ll
start with, what is this?

It’s, uh, R & D.

You redid everything?

Yeah. Well, I, uh... I
subtracted and I pushed.

Okay. Do you want
to spell out for me

what exactly you subtracted
and what exactly you pushed?

Syd.

We’re gonna get a star.

What?

I thought that was a trap.

- I thought we were gonna be dialed.
- Okay.

Your cook was
excellent, by the way.

Thank you for saying that.

But you still
changed all my shit.

It’s our shit,

and it’s just, uh, some
adjusting of the plating.

The scallop is perfect. We
don’t need the six other fishes.

The rib eye was too big.
This is a cleaner plate.

Instead of the bucatini, we’re
gonna do a large raviolo.

Yolk inside?

Yolk inside and pancetta dust.

And, um... Oh, I, uh... I put
potato chips on the, uh, sea bass.

- Boulud nod?
- Boulud nod, yes.

And, uh, we’re gonna
ditch the cavatelli.

Better for service.

Right. I’m gonna
change it every day.

The cavatelli or the raviolo?

Everything.

We’re gonna change
everything every day?

Yes.
I, uh, made a list.

- Sugar!
- Why?

- So they can see what we’re capable of.
- Who’s "they"?

Uh, can Tina do farmers market?

Probably, but you didn’t
answer my question.

And there’s a Docusign
in your inbox.

- Did you see that?
- Carm. No. Saying what?

It is a partnership
agreement. You, me, Nat.

There’s a vetting schedule...

- Vesting schedule.
- Vesting schedule.

- Thank you.
- Okay. And what does that say?

How much of this place
you’re gonna own.

You okay?

I feel like I’ve
been here an hour.

Yeah, it’s, um... it’s a lot.

Why are you doing this?

So that I can push you
and you can push me.

- That’s what you wanted, right?

- You quitting smoking?
- I’m trying, yes.

Have you talked to Richie
yet, because this...

- Ebra!
- Carmen.

Can you take the beef
out of the fridge please, Chef?

- Yes, Chef.
- Thank you.

"Nonnegotiables."

Yeah. I have nothing
to do with it.

Explain, Carmen.

That’s a bunch of stuff.

- Oh, that’s great. Good job.
- It’s a bunch of stuff

that’s gonna make this
place more efficient.

This is the list of
things that you made?

- Yes.
- He also made a Docusign.

Did he tell you that?

- Yep.
- It’s an exciting day.

Mm-hmm.

- Right?
- It is exciting.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

Um, the Computer drafted the agreement,
so make sure to have a lawyer look at it.

- Wait. Which... Which computer?
- The Computer.

- Is that like AI or something?
- Nicholas Marshall.

Oh, the Computer is a person.

Of course. Why wouldn’t he be?

Um, okay. I don’t,
um, have a lawyer.

- I think I know one.
- Yes, you do.

- Who?
- Pete.

Okay.

"Constantly evolve

through passion
and creativity."

"Of the place." Is that what
you think "mise en place" means?

Good morning, team.
How’s everybody feeling?

Hey, Chef Syd, have
you seen my iron?

Also, when you have a sec,
would you ask Chef Carmen

what the fuck he did
with my tables out front?

Uh, Chef Syd, would
you please tell Richard

that I thought I would
set him up for success

and arrange his tables in
a more efficient pattern?

- Is that what you did?
- Yes, that’s what I did.

It was really funny. I, uh... I
walked in, and it was so strange.

It looked like the person
who had done it previously

had never left the
city of Chicago.

You can leave the city
of Chicago out of it.

Zero flow, no efficiency,
looked like shit,

so I thought I’d
give you a hand.

Chef Syd, would
you tell Chef Carmen

- I can give him a fucking hand if he wants?
- He wants to, he can.

- I’ll give you a fucking hand.
- Go ahead. Give me a fucking hand.

- I’ll give you a fucking hand.
- I just might suggest

that the both of you stop, ’cause...
’cause I don’t like this at all.

Syd, it’s fine. Chef
Carmen uses power phrases

’cause he’s a baby replicant
who’s not self-actualized,

which is maybe why he repeatedly
referred to me as a loser.

- Richie, I apologized.
- No, it’s all good.

I don’t need your apology.

I know how you feel now.

Also, I respect your honesty and
bravery from inside a locked vault.

You know what? Matter
of fact, Chef Sydney,

I don’t remember
Richard apologizing

for all the shit he was
literally screaming at me...

- Natalie, you wanna help here?
- Like, "I love you"?

- Nope.
- What?

You know what? I’m keeping our
shit separate from this shit,

like a goddamn G.

- Out there, that’s my dojo.
- Hmm.

Shit gets rearranged without
my approval or consent,

it creates an environment of fear,
and fear does not exist in that dojo.

Richard, I added more two-tops,

’cause all those four-tops
were fucking nonsense. Okay?

You added the four-tops
in the first place.

I moved the flowers
because, Jesus,

- that was a lot of flowers.
- Guys.

- I can’t keep apologizing.
- Those flowers are elegant as shit!

- And you’re screaming.
- Am I?

- Yeah, you are.
- Oh, yeah. That’s fucking rich.

Is it? Is it fucking rich?
Is it fucking rich, Richard?

You wanna get the fuck
out of my face, Carmen?

Can you both shut
the fuck up, please?

Sorry, Syd.

- It’s just textbook sublimation.
- Fuck off.

Seen it once, you’ve
seen it a thousand times.

I actually don’t know what
the fuck to do right now.

Oh, my God. Am I
finally having a stroke?

Can you please stop yelling
for ten fucking minutes?

I’m not yelling.

- Am I having a stroke?
- It’s the lights.

Faks are on the way.
That’s plural "Faks."

- How many Faks?
- At least two. Less than five.

- Tremendous.
- How many are there?

Eight. N-Nine. I always
forget about Avery.

Christ Almighty.

Okay, Richie, here’s
what we’re gonna do.

You got a problem, you got
a question, you talk to me.

- Good.
- He does not exist.

- Chef Sydney, I have a question.
- Yes, Richie?

- What’s this ass?
- Those are nonnegotiables.

- Are you not familiar with that phrase?
- Stop.

- It says it right on the top of the page.
- You, uh-uh. Nothing from you.

Richie, these are
nonnegotiables.

- I can sense the sarcasm.
- No. No, no, no. Not sarcasm.

- Snark, contempt even.
- Chef Sydney, follow-up question.

What the fuck are
nonnegotiables?

Richie, I... I wish
I could tell you.

They are on the page.

- You may read them for yourself.
- Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Interesting. You know, I gotta
say that some of these suggestions

- naturally I would have suggested.
- Great.

But, you know, when it does come to
something like "vibrant collaboration,"

- I mean, that can get fucked, right?
- No, you can get fucked.

- No, no, no. You get fucked.
- I’m sorry. I think you can get fucked.

- No. You can get fucked.
- No, please. After you.

- No, I insist. You get fucked.
- No, please. You get fucked.

Absolutely. You
get fucked first...

No, you go ahead and get fucked.

I insist that you get
fucked, my good man.

You both can get fucked. I
would love to start working.

Also, when I see something
like, "Change menu every day"?

I mean, for lack of a better
word, that is fucking demented.

They are nonnegotiables.
They’re not to be negotiated.

I’m already negotiating that half
some of these are complete bullshit.

Sorry. I forgot you worked in a
three-star restaurant for ten minutes.

- Stop.
- Hear that? All right. Thought experiment.

What if I had changed the beef sandwich every
day, huh? What the fuck would happen then?

- Probably would’ve gotten better.
- Shut up. Shut up. Stop.

- It’s true.
- Not really.

Okay. Richie, think
about it this way. Okay?

- These are goals for us to...
- No, no, no, no, no.

’Cause they’re not goals, okay?

They are musts. They
are nonnegotiables.

If we want to get a star, this
is what we’re going to do.

You two can keep talking shit, but
this is what we have to do, okay?

They’re nonnegotiables.

- They’re not to be negotiated.
- I know what they are.

You don’t think I can do it?

- Are you for real right now?
- Yes.

Okay.

Um, I think you’ve managed,
in a miraculous way,

to make this about yourself.

And I think both of you have been
yelling for the past ten minutes

and have given me a migraine at
the base of my fucking skull.

- Thanks, man.
- The fuck have you been doing with this?

I wanted to iron my suit, and
I wanted to look sharp, so...

He looks good.
Doesn’t he look sharp?

Neil, I told you
that’s a fresco wool.

You iron that shit, you’re gonna
look like a fucking stingray.

- Am I stroking?
- Let’s go, boys.

Gonna fix some lights.
Send out some vibes.

- The vibe’s up there, Ted.
- Why is everyone standing around?

- It seems bad.
- It’s not bad. We’re fine.

- Nah, buddy. We’re not fine. Chef Carmen has instituted...
- No, we’re fine.

- insane fucking policies...
- Richie’s being an asshole. That’s normal.

- Nat, the vibe’s weird.
- You’re such a fucking bitch.

- You’re such a bitch.
- I know. Don’t be scared.

- Why are you guys always so mad?
- I’m not mad.

- What is this?
- Nonnegotiables.

Open your mouth.

- Yeah. Mmm.
- Good.

Are you

- Detail and specificity, yes.
- Yeah.

Pea tendrils, 8:11 a.m.

8:09 a.m., snap peas.

8:15 a.m., I’m trapped in
a prison of my own design.

Ted, do you have to do
that right fucking there?

We gotta do this here.
Light’s right here, Carm.

Sorry, Ted.

"Sorry, Ted."
That’s some real growth.

I apologized to you!

I apologized, Richie.

I apologized. I apologized.

- Hey, man.
- Morning, all.

- What’s up, T?

Hey. Morning, Chef.

- I, uh, said some shit.
- Morning.

- What’s this?
- Nonnegotiables.

- Not what I said. That’s not...
- So, um, uh... I still love you. Bye.

- That’s not what I said, okay? I was just trying to be honest.
- You ran away from it.

I didn’t know how to respond
to all the crazy shit you were saying.

You need to do some
negotiating with yourself.

- Oh, yeah?
- You tell me.

- I don’t like this.
- It’s bad.

Changing the menu every day.
Sounds a bit like running away.

Okay. Fuck you. There.

- How about that? Fuck you.
- Oh, no, there. Fuck you.

- There. Fuck you.
- No, there. Fuck you. There!

Please stop.

This is scary. Too much,
man. Please calm down.

You two gotta chill this shit
out. And what’s with the menu change?

- Every day, Geoffrey Ballet?
- Yes. Every day, Tina.

- Is that kinda crazy?
- It’s not crazy.

We can do it.

In order to do it, T, you’re
in charge of farmers markets.

- Yes.
- I like it. Yes.

Carm, straight up, this
is kinda banana town.

How is it banana town?

We have to remember a
whole menu every day.

What? You can’t learn
a new menu every day?

- I think I could.
- Stick up for yourself.

Absolutely, we could learn
a new menu every day.

- Richie, still fuck you.
- Think we can’t keep up?

- Okay?
- Okay, this is still crazy.

Not crazy! I’m not crazy!

I’m not saying
you’re crazy, Bear.

Ask Claire if he’s crazy.

- That was a little low.
- A little?

I saw Claire Bear.

Jesus Christ.

What?

Yeah.

What?

Where?

Um, at a friend’s.

Ted, why?

- Hey, Ted.
- Because it slipped. I was uncomfortable.

- You guys are yelling...
- Hey, Ted. Go.

It’s all good.

All good.

It’s all good?

Yeah, like, you know...

How... How... How... How
could it possibly be all good?

I think it just...

it just seems a little
impossible for it to be,

- like, all good.
- Yeah, it’s impossible that it’s all good.

- Richie, shut up. Ted, speak.
- No, I mean, like, we...

- Like, we’re all good. Like, right here.
- Yeah, obviously. We’re good.

This little cul-de-sac,
we’re good with her.

- Yeah.
- You know? But, like, you’re...

you’re not good with her, Carm.

- Okay.
- Like, it’s not it right now.

Like, it’s... You’re dusted.

Like, you’re...
Like, you’re little...

Like, sweep his ass
up, like, dusted.

- No, we got it.
- No. Listen, Carm.

If good is right here, you know?
You’re, like... You’re there.

- Ted, that’s above.
- That would mean I am good.

- I’m on a ladder. It’s different.
- It’s not.

I’m backwards on my up and down sometimes.
It’s like you’re under the floor, G.

You’re under the building.

- No shit he is. Enough.
- All right, I got it.

- I said got it, motherfucker.
- I don’t know what you said to Claire.

- If it’s like what you said to me...
- I got it.

Oh!

- Goddamn it.
- Fuck.

Sorry. I’ma get this here.

- You good?
- That’s on me.

You good?

It’s not broken, which is cool.

- Get it out of fucking here.
- Just get it up.

- Hope she wasn’t...
- Get it up.

- What did you say to her, Carm?
- I don’t remember.

- What doesn’t he remember?
- Claire.

- Fuck you, Richie. Fuck you, okay?
- Fuck you.

- Bear?
- Claire.

- Claire. Got it.
- Jesus Christ.

- What are we saying about Claire Bear?
- Ask Chef Carmen.

- Chef Carmen? What did you do?
- I need a screwdriver.

Why do you have to
say it like that?

Trust me, I have to
ask it like that.

- Hey, Teddy.
- Sup, pimp?

- Carm thought he was talking to me.
- That’s a fact, yes.

- Good morning, chefs.
- Chef.

- Chef.
- Gary.

- Good morning.
- Chef.

Why is it so quiet?

He was gonna tell
us what he said to Claire.

- Has anybody checked in on Marcus yet?
- Yeah, I tried him.

- Wait, what happened with Claire?
- Okay, maybe...

Classic behavioral
dysregulation.

- Richie, please.
- I see the patterns.

She overheard him
talking in the fridge,

and we’re just trying to
figure out what he said.

- How do you know? Does everybody know?
- Group chat, bro.

And what did you say, Carm?

Basically, I...

I said that I thought it
was all a waste of time.

Because?

Because I am who I am.

Yikes.

Okay, who cares?

- Let’s get some work done, huh?
- I actually agree.

Well then, I actually
take it back. Fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- Fuck you.

- Okay, let’s... Let’s...
- No, no, fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- No, no, no, wait a second.

- Shut up!
- Fuck you.

- Fuck you.
- Let’s move on! Okay?

Some more bummers.

Daniela quit and Connor
and Joey and Amy.

- Who the fuck are Joey and Amy?
- Servers.

- Why’d they quit?
- Yeah, why?

Because they didn’t wanna work
in a "dysfunctional kitchen."

- Show me a functional one.
- Turn it up.

- That’s for me.

- What is it now?
- Noneya.

- What’s none... Jesus Christ.
- Noneya fucking business.

- Gary, are you good for class next week?
- Yes, ma’am.

- What class?
- Somm class. Stop saying the same shit as me.

- You stop saying the same shit as me!
- Stop talking.

- I’m going to wine school at the Quarter Master.
- Can I come too?

- No.
- You don’t like wine, sweetie.

- Aren’t you allergic to grapes?
- Obviously.

- How are you gonna taste the wine?
- Well...

Oh, shit,
Gary, that reminds me.

Richard Betts’s guide
to wine arrived to you.

Oh. Appreciate it.
Appreci... Wait a minute.

Is this a scratch
and sniff book, bro?

Bite your tongue.
Betts is a fucking G.

What is this?

- Wait, what is that?
- It’s not for this, hon.

- Okay.

That’s twice. My bad
on that. That’s twice.

Okay. We also have to
resolve the tipping issue, Carm.

- What’s the tipping issue?
- Service charge...

- Or added tip.
- Yeah.

Uh, it’s nine courses.
So 175 bucks, plus tip.

- Thank you.
- Good.

Richie? Good?

- Don’t.
- You can say it.

- No, don’t say it.
- Please don’t.

- Yes, you can say it.
- Don’t say it.

- Actually, I think it’s a good price.
- Great.

- So carry on. Still, fuck you. Fuck you.
- Fuck you. No, fuck you.

- Had to say that?
- Affirmative.

- Oh, my God.

Fucking Francie Fak
just made a resy.

- She really wanted to come in.
- No. Oh, she wanted to come?

- She was psyched though.
- Oh, she was psyched? She can fuck.

Actually, Chef Sydney,
would you please let Chef Carmen know

my additional thoughts
about tipping is

in general, it’s a pretty
fucked-up practice?

I can definitely
relay your message.

- But I, personally, am curious why?
- Why’s it fucked up?

You judge a professional
based on their performance

and determine how much
money they’re gonna make?

That’s fucking stupid.

I go see a play, the actors
are bullshit. I don’t pay them?

I’m sorry. Do you go to a
lot of theater, Richard?

- I can’t...

Nobody has to say anything.
I just wanna work.

Just wanna be here with y’all and not
think about it for a second. Cool?

What’s this?

Nonnegotiables.

That feels like

as good a time as any to
get back to work, yeah?

- Fuck yeah.
- Um...

T, let’s go to the farmers’
market together, okay?

You wanna pull up the van?

- Yes, Chef.
- Thank you. Okay.

Natalie, Richie...

Reservations
and new hires.

I’m gonna
implement some side work.

- Great. Carm?
- Yeah, I will, uh, set the menu.

Gary, Neil, we’ll
do a walk-through.

- You can pass it along to Richard, okay?
- Chef.

- Hey, Ted? We good?
- Yeah. We good.

Okay. Can you level some of
the tables out front, please?

- Chef.
- Thank you.

Cool, okay.

We got about eight
hours to service.

Chef.

- Yo.
- Yo.

Um... Look, I know that
list probably looks crazy.

Not to me.

Um...

You said you don’t wanna talk
about it, and I get that.

But I just wanted you to
know that some of us here,

we, uh... we probably
know how you’re feeling.

Um...

I know.

It’s a weird couple days.

Yeah.

Just maybe, um...

You know, instead of not
dealing with it, try to, um...

Is that what you did?

No.

No.

Um...

I’m just... I’m here, you know?

If you need anything, I’m here.

I was here when she died.

I know that.

And I, uh... I feel terrible.

No, I mean it as a good thing.

I think that’s how it
was supposed to be.

How do you mean?

I don’t know, like,

she wanted me to be with y’all.

This is what’s up now.

This place has gotta work.

And I need you to
do something for me.

Yeah. Name it.

Take us there, Bear.

Yes, Chef.

♪ They love me Like
I was a brother ♪

♪ They protect me ♪

♪ Listen to me ♪

♪ They dug me My
very own garden ♪

♪ Gave me sunshine ♪

♪ Made me happy ♪

♪ Nice dream ♪