Tom: Mmm! Smells amazing, Chef. What you cooking? Little coq au vin? Little bouillabaisse?
Chef Krantz: You can stop the ass-kissing, Haverford. I know why you're here. I cannot do the gala. It doesn't make business sense to cater something that big for free.
Tom: Please. If the gala doesn't go perfectly, the lot could become a Paunch Burger. Doesn't that offend your refined Parisian sensibilities?
Chef Krantz: I'm from Orlando. And I don't care about the Paunch Burger. If it was another French restaurant, maybe I'd worry.
Tom: Hey! Well, you know what?
Chef Krantz: What? What? What you got for me? Get out of my kitchen!
Tom: Okay, okay, okay. I'm sorry, sorry, sorry. Pardon! Pardon!