Tina: fսck! ( whirring )
Carmy: What? fսck. What the fսck? Syd?
Sydney: Uh, okay. Um, I, uh, uh, uh. Cool. I don't know, um.
Carmy: You left the preorder option open.
Sydney: O-Okay, uh... No. I'm sorry.
Carmy: Yes.
Richie: What's that mean?
Carmy: That means we have 78 slices of chocolate cake, 99 French fries, 54 chickens, 38 salads and 255 beef sandwiches due up in eight minutes. So, yeah, Syd, fսck.
Richie: I fսckin' told you.
Syd: You didn't fսckin' tell me ♥♥♥♥.
Carmy: Shut the fսck up! Shut the fսck up! Let me think for a fսckin' second. fսcking twice. I told you. I told you to be more fսcking ready. I told you that dish wasn't fսckin' ready.
Syd: What does this have to do with this?
Carmy: Chef, stop! Stop! Chefs, go to the walk-in, get all the cooked beef. Slice it, put it in jus. Get it now! Get all 32 chickens. Get them searing, roasting. Tina, sausages, burgers, hot dogs, everything on the grill. Fire everything right fսcking now!
ALL: YES CHEF