lived a girl named Isabella.
with extraordinary beauty,
Conventional medicine, organized religion,
and compensated her with a gift.
Too frail to play with her friends,
and the hearts of men.
Toninho, all of her dreams took flight.
It was love... at first bite.
nothing could ever keep them apart.
She did all the work.
He got all the credit.
from all over the planet,
melt away in Toninho's irresistible embrace.
sickness only by controlling her motions.
If she always drove,
if she always led,
everything was just fine.
no matter what it may cost.
Isabella! I'm a man!
I have to be on top sometimes!
Her prayers were answered.
and the art of cooking.
Your attention, please.
flight number 732 from Rio de Janeiro.
Oh, mon, lady! What planet you from?
Hi. I am Isabella.
Ah, yes. Of course.
Unfortunately, Ms Monica has been detained.
Detained? What do you mean, detained?
Oh, nothing serious. For her, I mean.
She'll be back in a couple of days. | She's left you a key.
Yes, since we were children, but she left.
I can't take elevators. I'll walk.
Accept our offerings.
- Have you seen Isabella? | - No, not since last night.
Hey, hey! Wait, wait!
You are the son of a fisherman. | You must make Yemanja an offering.
You can go to hell, Yemanja!
- Good morning. | - Good morning, Miss Oliveira.
- May I get you a taxi? | - I can't take taxis.
- Thanks. | - Of course not.
Sorry. He's no longer the manager.
Do you have any openings in the kitchen?
- Washing dishes? | - No. I'm a chef.
- Do you do fish and chips? | - Sorry?
We're fully staffed.
- I'm Isabella. Isabella Oliveira. | - And?
I was the chef at Yemanja in Bahia. | Remember?
Oh, Brazil. I remember.
- But you, I'm afraid... | - You gave me your card.
Oh, I can't really hire novices.
laced with fiery chilies.
Passion food. Food of the gods.
Perhaps next year?
Hyperventilation. The souffl fell... again!
It's a class for the "public gnral." | A two-week course.
I'm sure you wouldn't be interested. | Are you?
What happened? Where are the fish?
You shouldn't curse Yemanja!
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