The will stipulates that, if after a period of two years from the date of death no heir appears, Gusteau’s business interests–
will pass to his Sous Chef. You.
I know what the will stipulates!
What I want to know is if this letter, if this boy, changes anything!
There’s not much resemblance–
There’s NO resemblance at all! He’s not Gusteau’s son! Gusteau had no children! And what of the timing of all this? The deadline in the will expires in less than a month!
Suddenly some boy arrives with a letter from his “recently deceased” mother claiming Gusteau as his father? Highly suspect!
This is Gusteau’s?
Of course, of course.
But the boy does not know?
(brandishing the letter)
She claims she never told him– OR Gusteau! And asks that I not tell!
Why you? What does she want?
A job. For the boy.
Only a job?
Then what are you worried about? If he works here you’ll be able to keep an eye on him, while I do a little digging, find out how much of this is real.
(getting his coat)
I’ll need you to collect some DNA samples from the boy, hair maybe.
The whole thing is HIGHLY SUSPECT.
He KNOWS something!!
Relax. He’s a garbage boy. I think you can handle him.
What are you doing?
I’m cutting. Vegetables. I’m cutting the vegetables?
NO. You waste energy and time!
You think cooking is a cute job,huh? Like mommy in the kitchen?
Well mommy never had to face the dinner rush when the orders come
flooding in and every dish is different and none are simple and all have different cooking times but must arrive on the customers
table at exactly the same time, hot and perfect. Every second counts–
–and you CAN NOT BE MOMMY!!!!
What is this???
Keep your station clear. When the meal rush comes what will happen??
Messy stations slow things down, food doesn’t go, orders pile up–
disaster!! I’ll make this easy to remember; keep your station clear… or I WILL KILL YOU.
Your sleeves look like you threw up on them.
Keep your hands and arms in, close to the body like this–
–see? Always return to this position. Cooks move fast; sharp
utensils, hot metal, keep your arms in, you will minimize cuts and
burns and keep your sleeves clean. Mark of a chef; messy apron, clean sleeves.
I know the Gusteau style cold. In every dish Chef Gusteau always has something unexpected. I will show you, I memorized all his recipes–
>I know the Gusteau style cold.：グストーは素晴らしいってことなんだろうけどcoldの意味が分かりません～
(writing it down)
“Always do something unexpected”…
No. “Follow the recipe”.
But you just said–
It was his job to be unexpected. It is our job to–
COLETTE & LINGUINI
–follow the recipe.
How do you tell how good bread is without tasting it? Not the smell, not the look, but the sound… of the crust. Listen–
-a symphony of crackles. Only great bread sounds this way.
The only way to get the best produce is to have first pick of
the day, and there are only two ways to get first pick; grow it
yourself or bribe a grower.
People think Haute Cuisine is snooty, so chefs must also be
snooty. But not so.
ON LALO, who bobs to radio music as he sautés, cooking with a
efficient, yet theatrical flourish.
Lalo there– ran away from home at twelve, got hired by circus people as an acrobat, got fired for messing around with the ringmasters daughter.
Horst has done time.
No one knows for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him.
I defrauded a major corporation.
I robbed the second largest bank in France using only a ballpoint pen.
I created a hole in the ozone over Avignon.
I killed a man with–
(he holds it up)
Don’t ever play cards with Pompidou. He’s been banned from
both Las Vegas and Monte Carlo.
La Rousse ran guns for the resistance.
He won’t say. Apparently they did not win.
So you see, we are artists. Pirates. More than cooks are we.
Oui. You are one of us now, oui?.
Thank you… by the way, for all the advice about cooking.
Thank you, too.
For taking it.