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:02:06
	Sorry. Are you alright? 
I'm getting my radar fixed Monday. 
:02:11
	- You live in New York? 
- I do. 
:02:13
	- Lynn! There you are! I didn't see you there. 
- You are shameless. 
:02:19
	- That woman was 6 months pregnant. 
- Which is the reason I flirted with her. 
:02:24
	It made her day. 
It made her feel really good. 
:02:26
	- So, it was out of compassion, right? 
- Im working on it. 
:02:31
	- Good. What about the other woman? 
- Blind. 
:02:33
	- Blind. 
- Blind... like love. 
:02:37
	So what about tonight? Am I going to see you? 
Should I come to the restaurant? 
:02:42
	Tonight's not good. It's... so busy tonight. 
I don't think so. 
:02:46
	- Maybe I'll come by and surprise you. 
- I don't like surprises actually, no. 
:02:51
	Come on! 
:03:05
	Im looking to see the Chilean Sea Bass. 
:03:09
	- It's not on the sideboard? 
- No. I see no Bass. 
:03:12
	Im gonna kill that son-of-a-bitch! 
Fakir! Did you move my fish? 
:03:19
	Im talking to you. 
Did you move my fish? 
:03:23
	Could it be this one lying here 
disguised as an Artic Char? 
:03:28
	Artic Char! The other son-of-a-bitch, 
Glucksman, who calls himself the fish man. 
:03:34
	- Boss, Im getting pissed. 
- I validate that emotion. Netto, Problem! 
:03:39
	- Yes, boss. 
- Bouillabaisse? 
:03:41
	- In there 20 minutes. 
- This pot is empty. 
:03:45
	- This pot is bouillabaisse-less. 
- Fakir! What did I tell you? 
:03:52
	- You got a minute, boss? 
- Yeah. Where'd it go? 
:03:56
	- Taste it. 
- Tumeric. 
:03:59
	- No tumeric! 
- How much? Three or four?