Le grand restaurant

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At Septime's.

- Everything all right?

- Yes, thank you.

- It's wonderful, that you have invited us here.

- And it's not expensive here at all.

- Really?

- Yes.

- How much?

- 20,000 for a person.

- Without a wine?

- Of course.

That's like for free!

Table four, I'll pay

for the wine.

- What, if they don't order it?

- Then not.

- What is it?

- "Mimosis" eggs.

- Are these supposed to be "Mimosis" eggs?

- Yes, Mr Septime.

I've told you, that we're serving

them with estragon. Go to the kitchen.

- Who has prepared those eggs?

- He.

Him?.

- Is this yours?

- Yep, 'cos?

Nicer, please. We serve "Mimosis"

with estragon, not with parsley.

Go to Chef with your pretences.

- I don't care about him.

- What is it?

- How's it going, my little one?

- What's the problem?

Nothing special.

Mr Septime wants his eggs to be

served with estragon.

"Mimosis"? Only with onion and

parsley, in other case it will be bad.

- Indeed.

- He was talking about estragon.

- You don't like my godson?

- Godson?

- That's Louis.

- Yes, he's even similar. All right?

- Yes.

- And you, Mr Marcel?

As well.

- Kind of crowdy here, isn't it?

- Yup.

Got to go.

I'm going to have complexes because

of him.

Aren't you ashamed? You have no shame.

Coward. Now that's better.

You won't do anything about it.

- Your tie.

- I'm sorry.

- Were you calling me?

- No, my beauty.

I understand.

Are you the beauty?

- Excuse me?

- Are you the beauty?

- No.

- Then get lost! I'm sorry.

- It was delicious.

- Thank you, Mr Baron.

I'll take you to the exit.

- And where's the second one?

- I'm here.

Coats.

- It was really tasty.

- Thank you.

And what is that supposed to be?

It's thursday. President Novales

is going to the Eleysee Palace.

There will be gridlocks.

After we come to the palace,

book a place at Septime's.

- But my excellency..

- At Septime's.

- Mr Septime! Please take a look!

- What?

- Please look.

- Where?

There.

Please note.

- Oh no.

- Oh yes.

Thank you, Roger.

- Do you want something sweet?

- No, thank you, Roger.

- Can I?

- I'm listening. What has happened?

- I've stained myself.

- Don't touch it.

Please don't move.

And don't wave your hands.

Here.

Mr Minister.

Mr Secretary of the State.

- Mr Subsecretary of the State. Mr...

- Oh, never mind.

My dear, I still haven't

told you about...

- You'll make me laugh once again...

- So, my chef of the gabinet...

- Is funny...

- Please wait.

So, my chef of the gabinet...

That was his sister.

Is delicate and calm.

- My friend.

- Mr commisioner.

I'd like you to meet my colleagues.

Commandatore Riganti.

And dr. Muller from Germany.

I promised to doctor, that you'll give

him the recipy for that potato dish.

- Please..

- But that's my profession secret.

- My dear... Between you and me...

- Okay, I'll make an exception.

- So, one kilo of potatoes.

- For how many people?

That depends. For six normal, or

one abnormal.

A kilo of potatoes..

...a litre of milk, three eggs,

Salt, muscatol knob.

I'll repeat.

Signor Riganti. Mr Commisioner.

Have you understood, Herr Muller?

- Your coat.

- You're leaving at the dinner time?

Unfortunately I have to.

You're hiding something. I'll

probably have to carry an investigation.

I have to visit my old mother.

She's 900 years old and she's that small.

She won't grow anymore.

- See you.

- Potato dish for you.

Mister...

Have you seen it? Just look.

There, at the top.

Where?

No, I probably exaggerated.

Nie. Chyba przesadziem.

Can't wait to see their faces.

That's interesting, what they...

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