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"HANDS, SOMEBODY FUCKIN' answer me!"
After hearing Carmy scream for hands for an excruciating amount of time, Zoe finally decided to step in and grab the plate from his station.
"Yes, Thank you. Thank you, Chef." Carmy sighs in relief while looking into her eyes and watching her walk away. Carmy couldn't help but feel attracted to Zoe, but of course he wouldn't make a move on her. I mean, why would he? He doesn't even know her, and even if he did, he has too much going on, and it's strictly business.
"Chef, do you want me to strain that oil for you?" Sydney turned and asked Carmy while she wiped the kitchen down along with Marus.
"Nah, I got it, Chef. Thank you." Carmy responses.
"Why am I using a toothbrush, Chef?" Marcus.
"It's about consistency and being consistent." Carmy informs him, "We can't operate at a higher level without consistency."
"i like this level." Richie says quietly to Tina, "I like this level." He said it a bit louder for the rest of the kitchen to hear.
"Yeah, Well, at the French Laundry, you know how much time we'd spend?" Carmy basically implied that everyone moves too slowly for him, and Zoe hears that as she heads back into the kitchen after doing Carmy that favor earlier. She makes a stank face at him as a joke as everyone else whines to shut him up.
