#boiling point

Bob: "I expect perfection. Less than that and what is the point? I am here to make chefs out of you— not to be disappointed by talentless amateurs.

It's time to put the skills you've been developing over the last few weeks to the ultimate test. Me."

Bob (to Ezra): "I am very curious to know, at what point in your cooking process did you decide this was appropriate to serve to me?"

Bob (to Alexandra): Spices and herbs are not optional in this kitchen. They are required. You would do well to remember that."

Bob (to Iggy): "Truthfully I expected worse from you."

Iggy (angrily): Is that a compliment, Chef Pancakes?"

Bob: "If you have to ask the answer is no."

Bob (to Fe): This is... surprisingly edible. The seasoning of your shrimp blends perfectly with the avocado confit. Very bold choice.

Fe (excited): Thank you, Chef. I've been practicing the technique of—"

Bob interrupts

Bob: "Don't get too cocky. You have a long way to go before your food is deserving of any real compliments."

Fe: "Yes, Chef."

Bob: "With that said. Pass."

Fe: "Thank you, Chef."

Bob: "Of all of you chef—"

Fe: "Fe. Fe Murillo-Waller."

Bob: "Chef Waller was the least abominable. She is your new standard. Dismissed."

Iggy (to Fe): "So... you're the new standard of excellence."

Fe: "Yeah I guess I am."

Iggy: "You don't sound very excited."

Fe: "I am deep down. But more pressure from that madman isn't exactly ideal.

Iggy: "If you think that's bad imagine growing up with that mentality. And apply it to everything not just cooking."

Fe: "Oh, you're Iggy Pancakes."

Iggy: "Yeah.. just don't hold it against me. Listen, Fe, don't sweat it about Bob. I promise his only concern is food. Here put your number in."

Fe: "Why?"

Iggy: "I've already watched my dad drive one woman to drinking. I can't in good conscience let you go down like that."

Fe: "Wow. Pushy and already divulging childhood traumas. You don't waste time, Iggs."