The Cook, the Thief, His Wife & Her Lover Page #2

I offer quality and protection.

Protection against what,

I wonder, Mr Spica? And whom?

Protection, Boarst,

against the rash temper of my men.

Against a sudden arrival of food poisoning.

Against rats.

Against the public health inspector.

If you are hungry tonight,

you are going to have to wait.

Do up the third button

of your expensive jacket, Mr Spica.

You'll feel less empty inside, Mr Spica.

You can't make me wait.

Deliver me

From blood-guiltiness

O God

My tongue shall sing aloud

Of Thy righteousness

Have mercy upon me

Blot out my transgressions

O Lord, open Thou my lips

And my mouth

Shall show forth Thy praise

And my mouth

Shall show forth Thy praise

And my mouth

Shall show forth Thy praise

And my mouth

Shall show forth Thy praise .

No, you don't eat it like that!

Let me show you.

Oh. Imagine you are sucking

the little fingers of a lady or...

No, you'd never get that close to a lady.

Who'd wanna get that close to you?

- I wouldn't be interested in her fingers.

- I'd expect you to say that.

You'd just whip it in, whip it out

and wipe it on your jacket.

Look at your jacket, it's like a pig field.

And your nails could do with a clean.

Show me.

Gawd. Why can't I have some bloody quality

in my associates?

From now on, anyone not properly dressed

for dinner will pay for it.

I'll write lessons down for you.

Georgina can type them out.

"Notes For Gourmets". That's French

for a good eater, isn't it, Boarst?

- Gourmets don't belch.

- On the contrary, on the contrary. They do.

It shows that you are enjoying a meal.

Not with your fingers, Spangler!

That's all you understand -

things you eat with your hands

whilst walking down the street.

You told Mews to eat the

celery with his fingers.

That's different, you dope.

And it's asparagus, not celery.

What's the point of sinking

thousands into a restaurant

if you refuse to eat properly?

- Tell him, Georgina.

- Tell him what?

Just copy Georgina. She knows how to do it.

Cory, get Richard in here.

I want my sign fixed up

and put on that wall over the kitchen door.

If Richard was more interested in slogans,

he'd make more money, eh?

This place is too dark.

Could do with a respray.

Gold, it needs more gold.

How about gold and blue?

What do you think, Henry?

10,000 should do it - two months' takings.

You should get in there.

Boarst's prices are all over the place.

His head's in the clouds.

Good cook. Brilliant cook!

Except he puts mushrooms on everything.

Henry, put that cigarette out.

Do you mind if I eat whilst you smoke?

Gordon choked on a cigarette whilst eating -

burnt his epiglottis.

Mitchel, you've got one.

And you don't keep it in your trousers.

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