Estomago Page #2

impatient already!

In a jiffy, Mr. Zulmiro...

Hey, Dino!

Dino!

Come on!

Are you asleep?

Go see those customers!

--Long time no see.

--I'm fully booked.

Shitty-ass summer!

It's freezing up my muff.

Are those chicken snacks fresh?

I made them today.

Pass me one.

Give me one, dude.

Damn...

It's so f***ing good!

--Did you make it yourself?

--Yes, madam.

Check him out, calling me madam.

Pleasure, Iria.

Raimundo Nonato.

I don't remember seeing you

around here.

I've been working here

for about a month or so.

This bar looks different.

All we used to see here was

flies and boozers.

Now we see flies, boozers

and fried chicken snacks.

Give me another one.

F***!

Got any tabasco?

If I knew how to cook like this,

my life would be different.

--You don't cook, ma'am?

--A little. Eggs, toast, tea...

--No one would marry you.

--So what?

I can't cook,

but I love eating.

The other day I saw that TV show

with the blonde and the parrot...

--The green parrot?

--That one!

Damn, she was making some pasta...

My kinda food.

With capers, tomatoes, anchovies...

just the good stuff.

--Anchovies?

--Anchovies. Fancy sh*t.

--Don't you have them here?

--No, ma'am.

Tell your boss to cook

that pasta here.

--Go ahead, say it.

--I can't.

My friends would be regular here.

It's called pasta puttanesca.

Holy sh*t, "puta" what?

"Puta" your ass.

It's "puttanesca".

It's Italian, not Spanish.

Italian is f***ing posh!

PUTTANESCA!

Nonato, enough talking.

Go fry some more chicken snacks.

Yes, sir.

Excuse me, gotta go back to work.

I'm frying some snacks...

Gonna bring you two more, OK?

What's that noise?

Who's there?

Is it you, Nonato?

Mr. Zulmiro!

--Nonato, is it you?

--It's me, Mr. Zulmiro!

What the f*** are you up to?

Nothing... I just dropped

something by accident.

Are you nuts?

Go inside, Iria...

Go back to bed, you moron!

--It's fish, right?

--No, fish is on Friday.

Food! Food!

I'm starving, man.

More, more...

Give us more, man.

We're eight in here.

--Go wash your hands.

--That'll feed Bujiu only...

--Check out the meat.

--Meat again?

--That sucks.

--Hurry up, man!

I'm f***ing starving.

If you don't like it, go to a hotel.

I'm playing the waiter here...

Kitchens are the same anywhere.

Today, we have chopped meat.

Yesterday we had stew,

the day before... steak.

They're good at recycling meat

three days in a row.

I know these kitchen tricks.

Fish should be on Fridays.

It's when you get them fresh

from the market.

It should be, because we never

get fish here.

But worms... they're regulars.

We get them everyday.

Holy cow! This food sucks.

Do you want me to get the waiter,

so you can b*tch about it?

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