“Chef?” – James Lukanik

Chef?

James.

Tables are walking out.

Blue team, they're walking out. (to Chino, Steven and Tommy from the Chef's Table) You muppet, get off your fat arse. (to Blue Team) Let me show you something: Not one entrée has left this fucking kitchen. NOT ONE!

Yes, chef.

And look at the pans back there! Any bright ideas?

Want me to jump in? I'll clean them.

I'm talking about the customers. Not the fricking pans.

Yes, chef.

Any ideas?

No.

Hey, what are you going to do now? They are walking OUT! FUCK OFF!

(interview) At that point, it was a trainwreck on ice. There was nothing we could do about it.

Stop! You're out of your misery. [throws his spoon away; goes over to the Red kitchen]

(to red team) Let's do this ladies, come on! Let's not disappoint the customers.

Carrie. They've gone. (brief pause) SHUT IT DOWN!

Fuck!