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Everything's okay.

- John.

- Yes.

Do you really think that cupping my breast...

- is going to solve the issue here?

- It's worked before.

Now it's infuriating me.

- Wrong breast.

- Oh, my God!

No, I know what you mean.

Oh, my God. Don't do the calm thing.

Just don't go there. Don't do that thing.

This is very important to you. Us.

I just like to level with Georgie.

That's why I answered him this way.

This is not an argument, honey.

Yes, it is!

We're having a fight, John.

A big fight, at last.

So could you stop

being so stark raving calm?

Great God in heaven, save me.

Hi.

I didn't know Deb found somebody.

You work here?

You're gonna help out

with the house and kids?

You work here

and you don't speak any English at all?

All she has to do is dial 911

and press two for Spanish.

This is...

Flor, this is Georgie and this is John.

John, this is Flor.

Flor.

Great. I'll take Georgie to school.

No, I'm doing it.

I'm gonna show Flor the ropes.

Flor, will you come with me, please?

Come. Thank you.

- She's mad.

- You're fine. Deb?

- What?

- You love me.

- Not the best place to stand, fella.

- No, it's me. I'm bugged.

I'm sorry.

Not a problem.

You're the new helper, Alex, right?

Okay, welcome. First day.

John, I have something very important

to tell you.

- Damn.

- What?

Victor recognised a food critic

over the phone.

- From?

- The Times.

I'll bet they sent her

across the country just for us.

- If you're nervous, take a walk.

- I don't need a walk.

I'll walk with you. I know a breathing thing.

What do you think I'm worried about?

How I'm gonna cook?

That's not the thing. That's not the problem.

I worked at a restaurant in New York

that had four stars.

It was like a line formed

to become an a**hole.

People's accents changed.

The heart went out of the place.

You understand?

- No.

- I agree with everything you just said.

I admire you for your feelings.

I hope to adopt them as my own.

Here we are, ladies.

I don't know what to root for.

The thought of one star gets me nauseous...

but with four, there's no place to go but,

"My God, they took away one of my stars!"

- The Times liked the first course.

- You know what you want?

Three and a quarter stars.

Yes, that would be perfect.

It'd mean you're good,

but not good enough to feel disappointed...

you just missed out on excellence.

You still get enough respect.

Good people wanna work with you.

Business is good, not crazy.

You're right below the radar,

where you get to mind your own business.

That's a good, solid life.

Big wipe.

I'm in the vitamin section

and this little hip-hop girl, what's her name?

Nice surprise, thank you. You want some?

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