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your tummy? Is that the color we want? Make them golden, yeah? No!! -What are you doing miss?

-Taking this plate.

-It isn't ready yet what have we told you?

-Don't touch the plates until

you say so but Corey told me to.

-Oh, is Corey the chef?

-I need that plate out Marcel it's fish and chips, not foie

gras. -Boys please, you can take

that plate honey. Oh, wait a minute. Well I come from the finest

culinary background training in Lyon, then in Paris and then a brief stint in the

Las Vegas. I come here to win this little

championship. And because the money is good,

it's very good, right? I do not

care so much for the food, but if Miss

Williams wants to put out Sh*t that is her right. I worry not

so much about making the

quality perfect but in asking the right

questions. I am like the film director,

no? Like me and you, it's the

same idea. Except I am like the Christoff

Nolan, no and you are the Brett

Ratner. See, because I do not believe

in telling someone what to do.

No. Instead I simply say something

like... Would you like to eat these

cold fries Fernando?! No?! Then why would you serve

them?! When I ask the questions, it is

like these terribly untalented and

untrained people can come to the same answer as a world renowned

chef. Like Marcel Depaul. That is me, no? -Hey

-How are we on the books? A little behind but doing

better, starting to thin out

some in here but we were really swamped earlier.

Fantastic work, everybody loved

it. -Really? I feel like we were

putting out absolute crap. -No. I mean, it's just a lack of

focus, that's all there is to

that. -But uh...

-Cut one more onion, I'm going

to snap! Yes, only three competitors per

team in the kitchen. No, no it's nothing like "Iron

Chef." Well, it's more like uh, like

uh... "American Idol," meets, "Murder

She Wrote." Well the intrigue, that's why. Yes, I would be Angela Lansbury. Alright, I'll see you in a week. Who was that? -Boston Globe.

-Angela Lansbury.

-Haha. Great actress.

-Oh yeah. Now what have you got going

over there with my tournament? I'm just putting the finishing

touches on the Fisherman's Ball

and working on the opening

ceremonies. I've been meaning to talk to

you about this, what do you

think of a pyrotechnic show to kick off the tournament. -I don't know if we have room

for it in the budget. -Yes, but

what do you think Mitch? Dream

the dream! -Sounds great.

-You know, I was watching the Pro wrestling last night.

And it's really the fireworks

that make the entrance. Can you imagine

the Judges intro? Huh?! Here he is, the man with the

clam, the ravenous the elastic sided, Judge

Wilfred Wellington! Boom!! And the fireworks go off and it

blows the, "Iron Chef,"

straight out the water!! -Goddammit am I proud to be a

Wellington!! -But we can't do it?

-No.

-No. Order up. Coming down. I'll get this one. That'll be

$8.50 please. Suck it Martin! -Right hand green.

Right hand green okay, lets go! That was fun, right? We got

twisted. We're calling people everyday

trying to expand on the Cape.

We want to become the In N' Out Burger of Cape

Cod, but with fried fish. Franchising and expanding in

the area can be tricky. But, with winning a

championship, the acclaim achieved... yeah. Will

almost demand six, seven, eight -Maybe ten.

-Nine, I'm getting there hold

on. Nine Ten Caped Cods, within a thirty

mile area. But we're having this party

today to celebrate what we

have, not what we're eventually

going to have. It's just that, you know, this

is our baby. And it's almost a teenager. And

I just can't believe how much we've all grown. It's okay. She gets a little

choked up. Because we could never have any

children. -Steve shoots blanks. I do! But, I wanted to adopt. We did adopt, a now twelve year

old caped money making machine. We're very proud. Prouder

probably than a real child, we

would be. This third summer in America,

Cape Cod. In Belarus, in my home country,

I complete specialized

secondary education studies in Nutrition. And I hope one day, maybe become, like, I

don't know successful multi-millionaire

health guru. Why not, you know. Of course here I work at super

market stocking grocery and at Happy Hooker. It's life.

You know I keep register perfect always and I

am very much people person. So anyway, I come here for

summer to work, only. And maybe get laid. But, I don't want to win Golden Scallop for

anything other than the bonus

money we get. That's it, you know? I don't

like America, I think it's very

fat very rude, no offence. But, I

do like the money And hopefully when I get back

to my home country my village, I will be like a

baller. You know what I mean

man? Okay, see you later! -Thank you all for coming in

this morning, we know you have

very bu. -But rules are rules! That's right Judge. Now shall

we get down to business. (phone

ringing) Sorry I have to take this. It's

a music therapy client. Wyatt

can take notes? Okay. So each competing

restaurant will have three

employees per mock kitchen. There will be

two cooks and one expeditor. -No more no less!

-Of course, of course. Now I have taken the orders in

advance and personally hand

written all of them all of them out. And they will

be handed out randomly during

the competition so as to ensure as much

fairness as possible. -Okay, great.

-Oh it's the best, Lindsay.

Life isn't always fair. Take for example poor Shawn

Hunter in "Boy Meets World." Born into a

trailer park. Absentee mother. Works his way through a

difficult adolescence. Ends up

taking all the wisdom Mr. Matthews and

George Feeney can give him. Does quite well in college.

Albeit not the greatest

television in the later years, but I cared for them. -Are you paying attention

Wyatt?! -Yeah, Topanga was hot. -Besty Randle, she was Corey's

mom. -Anyway, we just want to

have a fun and fair competition, one that

not only lives up to the

previous forty two years but makes the 43rd annual

Golden Scallop Championship the

best one yet.

-So make sure your teams are

motivated and ready to go. Oh I will have them ready

Judge, no worries. I'm sure you will Lindsay. Also, the Fisherman's Ball is

the night before the

competition, so make sure you

have your finest attire.

-Oh, open bar?

-Even better, all you can eat

scallops. -Wrapped in bacon?

-Of course.

-Ah, Steve will be so happy. That's so Steve! Can I get a drink order on six

please? Here we go guys! Don't get lazy back there, keep

moving. Looking good Laura!

Alright, here we go six top walking in. I have been here since I was

sixteen years old. I went away

for a bit to study architecture

at Hobart but my heart always remained

here at the Caped Cod. Cindy is like a mom to me, uh well no, that would be weird.

She's more like a cool, older, attractive woman

that never judged me on my age

or experience and has given me a great

opportunity. We just, we're

like... you know? We just feed off each

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