Le grand restaurant

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At Septime's.

- Everything all right?

- Yes, thank you.

- It's wonderful, that you have invited us here.

- And it's not expensive here at all.

- Really?

- Yes.

- How much?

- 20,000 for a person.

- Without a wine?

- Of course.

That's like for free!

Table four, I'll pay

for the wine.

- What, if they don't order it?

- Then not.

- What is it?

- "Mimosis" eggs.

- Are these supposed to be "Mimosis" eggs?

- Yes, Mr Septime.

I've told you, that we're serving

them with estragon. Go to the kitchen.

- Who has prepared those eggs?

- He.

Him?.

- Is this yours?

- Yep, 'cos?

Nicer, please. We serve "Mimosis"

with estragon, not with parsley.

Go to Chef with your pretences.

- I don't care about him.

- What is it?

- How's it going, my little one?

- What's the problem?

Nothing special.

Mr Septime wants his eggs to be

served with estragon.

"Mimosis"? Only with onion and

parsley, in other case it will be bad.

- Indeed.

- He was talking about estragon.

- You don't like my godson?

- Godson?

- That's Louis.

- Yes, he's even similar. All right?

- Yes.

- And you, Mr Marcel?

As well.

- Kind of crowdy here, isn't it?

- Yup.

Got to go.

I'm going to have complexes because

of him.

Aren't you ashamed? You have no shame.

Coward. Now that's better.

You won't do anything about it.

- Your tie.

- I'm sorry.

- Were you calling me?

- No, my beauty.

I understand.

Are you the beauty?

- Excuse me?

- Are you the beauty?

- No.

- Then get lost! I'm sorry.

- It was delicious.

- Thank you, Mr Baron.

I'll take you to the exit.

- And where's the second one?

- I'm here.

Coats.

- It was really tasty.

- Thank you.

And what is that supposed to be?

It's thursday. President Novales

is going to the Eleysee Palace.

There will be gridlocks.

After we come to the palace,

book a place at Septime's.

- But my excellency..

- At Septime's.

- Mr Septime! Please take a look!

- What?

- Please look.

- Where?

There.

Please note.

- Oh no.

- Oh yes.

Thank you, Roger.

- Do you want something sweet?

- No, thank you, Roger.

- Can I?

- I'm listening. What has happened?

- I've stained myself.

- Don't touch it.

Please don't move.

And don't wave your hands.

Here.

Mr Minister.

Mr Secretary of the State.

- Mr Subsecretary of the State. Mr...

- Oh, never mind.

My dear, I still haven't

told you about...

- You'll make me laugh once again...

- So, my chef of the gabinet...

- Is funny...

- Please wait.

So, my chef of the gabinet...

That was his sister.

Is delicate and calm.

- My friend.

- Mr commisioner.

I'd like you to meet my colleagues.

Commandatore Riganti.

And dr. Muller from Germany.

I promised to doctor, that you'll give

him the recipy for that potato dish.

- Please..

- But that's my profession secret.

- My dear... Between you and me...

- Okay, I'll make an exception.

- So, one kilo of potatoes.

- For how many people?

That depends. For six normal, or

one abnormal.

A kilo of potatoes..

...a litre of milk, three eggs,

Salt, muscatol knob.

I'll repeat.

Signor Riganti. Mr Commisioner.

Have you understood, Herr Muller?

- Your coat.

- You're leaving at the dinner time?

Unfortunately I have to.

You're hiding something. I'll

probably have to carry an investigation.

I have to visit my old mother.

She's 900 years old and she's that small.

She won't grow anymore.

- See you.

- Potato dish for you.

Mister...

Have you seen it? Just look.

There, at the top.

Where?

No, I probably exaggerated.

Nie. Chyba przesadziem.

Can't wait to see their faces.

That's interesting, what they...

...think about me and how they

treat the clients, when I'm out.

Well, smartguys, I've got a

wonderful plan.

Good morning.

- Is chef available?

- Mr Septime's not here at the moment.

- Are you happy?

- About what?

Isn't it too late for a dinner?

No way. Please take a seat and order

whatever you like.

Take car of that man.

- Please follow me.

- My God.

- Is chef available?

- Mr Septime's not here at the moment.

- Are you happy?

- About what?

- So you are?

- Yes.

- Excuse me.

- No problem.

There's a real draught in here. Maybe I should

sit behind that table..

Yes, Mister.

- Your chef is unjust, isn't he?

- Well..

- Is he?

- Yes.

I didn't say that.

Great place.

- Well, well.

- No problem.

If I have to choose between piano and

cold, I take the flu. What about there?

- That table is reserved.

- It doesn't matter.

It's much better here.

- No problem.

- Let's see.

What do we have here?

I've thought of a poetic phrase.

- Do you write?

- Two rhymes.

I recommend the duck a la rouennaise.

A la rouennaise. Roasted meat in velvet sauce?

- Yes.

- In velvet. Rabbit a la cabriole.

I wouldn't recommend it for you.

You wouldn't? I've thought of another

phrase.

- In this case I'll eat a radish.

- Excuse me?

- A radish.

- Of course. With what?

If I'll still be hungry, I want to

be served with a yoghurt.

- But fast. I'm really in a hurry.

- Instantly.

I'll be reading it.

- What do you recommend for a radish?

- The best option would be a Muscadet.

- A dry one or sweet one?

- Dry.

- I'd prefer the sweet one.

- Then maybe Sauternes?

- Is it sweet?

- Very sweet.

Not too much sweet?

- Maybe you'd prefer half dried?

- No, half sweet.

Please give me the card. I see, that

you're not good in what you do.

- How's the Evian water?

- Very cold.

- What about Perrier?

- It's perfect.

I'll take Perrier then. Cold,

but with bubbles. You know, just like...

Please don't pull the card.

I've asked for one radish.

I don't have a knife.

I don't need it anymore.

You've dropped it.

And ten, that makes fifty.

Did you like the dinner?

Shall I give you the dessert?

A carrot covered with salt?

Mr Septime.

Nice trick, huh? But where's that

profession conciousness, traditions...

...of the french kitchen? Did you forget

it, you vulgar prick?

Are you making fun of me?

I'm sorry, but I don't know

when Mr Septime's coming back.

I'm here.

Don't stare at me like that.

He comes with a wig, sits here and there.

Orders an ordish,

carrot... What a villain.

My God.

I hope, that I will fulfill

expectations of the Excellency...

We would like a table.

I care for the safety of Mr President.

I've to make an inspection.

Naturally.

How many crowned heads have I entertained

here. This way.

- Maybe table nr. 15?

- No.

- Eight?

- Everything, but not eight.

- Why?

- Mr President is superstitious.

- Eight in our country...

- In ours not.

- Maybe thirteen then?

- Let it be.

Queen of England had been sitting behind it.

Prince had been sitting here, and their children here.

- No restaurant's speciality?

- No, president trusts you.

- He loves surprises.

- I'll do everything to satisfy him.

Mr President would like to try out that

famous dessert.

"Pyramid a la Septime"?. That will

be pretty alternative.

- All right?

- Yes. Do you trust your people?

Yes, three of them are sons of policemen.

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