Chef
Chef is a 2014 American road comedy-drama film directed, written, co-produced by, and starring Jon Favreau as a celebrity chef who, after a public altercation with a food critic, loses his job at a popular Los Angeles restaurant and begins to operate a food truck with his young son. It co-stars Sofía Vergara, John Leguizamo, Scarlett Johansson, Oliver Platt, Bobby Cannavale, and Dustin Hoffman, along with Robert Downey Jr. in a cameo role. Favreau wrote the script after directing several big-budget films, wanting to go "back to basics" and to create a film about cooking. Food truck owner and chef Roy Choi served as a co-producer and oversaw the menus and food prepared for the film. Principal photography took place in July 2013 in Los Angeles, Miami, Austin and New Orleans. Chef premiered at South by Southwest on March 7, 2014, and was released theatrically on May 9, 2014, by Open Road Films. It was well received by critics, who praised the direction, music, writing, story, and performances, and grossed $46 million against a production budget of $11 million.
I need you out front. They're three deep in the bar. Get off the phone. - Please let me do my job. - Please go to the bar. - Tony! - Carl, I can't talk right now. - We are in deep weeds. - This guy's tweeting me. This guy's calling me out online. What the fuck are you serving? I don't know. They're serving the same shit. - What's he eating? - I think he's... - What course is he on? - He's... He's eating the chocolate lava cake right now. You just keep him right where the fuck he is. - What?! - I'm parking the car. - Carl, what? - Don't let him leave. Keep the motherfucker there!
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Is he here? Is the fucker still here? - Oh, fuck. - Let's go into the back of the house. I just wanna say one thing. I just wanna say one thing. Just one thing. Let's go to the kitchen. Stop it. Stop it for a second! Let's just... I've been waiting to talk to this prick for a long time. - OK. - I am not cloying. I am not needy. I don't care what you think. You're not getting to me. I'm not needy!
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And what do you? You just write shit to make... You just make shit up! It was molten! It's fucking molten! Asshole! - You're not getting to me. - OK. OK. - You're not getting to me! - OK, Carl. - He's not getting to me! - No, he's not. I know, but you're a publicist. Don't you have relationships? Isn't that what you're hired to do? To take these things off the internet? But it's out there. Even if I could persuade one site to pull down one clip, there are a dozen others from other cell phones. What should we... should we at least lawyer up and threaten legal action or something? You threatening them with lawyers builds on a story that's already getting a lot of play. And then you get another week of headlines. And then you got this food critic posting fresh blogs about you nonstop. And they're all getting picked up, and the picked-up headlines are getting picked up by each other. You know, it's absolutely unbelievable. - So... - I've never seen anything like... Wait a second... you're saying there's nothing I could do? To get the footage down? No, that lives forever. Great. Awesome. But there just might be an opportunity here. How can this possibly be an opportunity? Well, I was holding off until we spoke, but I'm fairly certain we have a good shot at 'Hell's Kitchen'. - Wait, what? - The reality show. I don't think you understand what's going on here. I'm a real chef with... - You said you needed money, right? - A job. A job, not money. I need a job, like I had. Well, your Twitter account says you've got 20,000 followers. - That's pretty damn big. - Yeah, I'm gonna cancel the account. - Don't worry. - Don't cancel it! I can get you money to mention a few products. Are you listening? I don't wanna get involved with any of that. - I wanna cook food. - You got two choices. You can either lean into it and work it for all it's worth... Like Honey Boo Boo. I don't want that. You know how much she pulls down? Or her mother? I don't care what she makes. Get to your point. Or go underground and wait till the storm passes. You got two choices. I thought this shit lives forever online. It does, but there's so much news out there and it's so fast and there's so much white noise, nobody remembers anything. OK, thank you for taking the time and walking me through everything. It was very illuminating. Oh, you're hanging up? OK, listen. I want you to call any time. I'm right here. If you can't get me, I'm on a cell phone and I've got a pager. - OK. Thank you, and thank Inez for me. - No, thank you. - And what about 'Hell's Kitchen'? - What about it? - You still want me to pursue it, right? - No, I don't want you to. - OK, I won't call 'em, but I'll email. - Are you not listening to... I'm gonna go, OK? I got a call coming in. OK. Alright. I'll tell you how 'Hell's Kitchen' goes.
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- Hey, Inez. - Hi. - Did you talk to Jen? - Yeah, I just got off with her. - And? - And, uh, you know, it's terrible. What do you want me to tell you? I just wanna cook. Everything is going to work out. Half-a-dozen places tried to poach me when I was back at Gauloises. I'm trying to line up some interviews for next week. That's good. Yeah, so, listen, until this whole job thing works out, could you keep Percy for me?
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Oh, dude. Oh, you're everywhere. - You saw it? - Ohh! - It's bad. How bad is it? - You saw it? You saw it? - I saw it. It's everywhere. - It's terrible. - Is it bad? - You're never gonna work again. I am, though. No, seriously, there are people... there are people who are calling me. - Dude. Oh, great. I'm glad to hear that. - Yes. Yes. I knew you would have something bigger than this. - You don't care about coming back here. - Yeah. So you came back to tell me you got me a gig? 'Cause I'll leave Gauloises like that, baby. No. Trust me, the first phone call as soon as something becomes real. - Don't leave me behind again. - I will not. - Don't ever do that again. - Don't hit me. - This guy. - Please don't hit me. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I was on the spot, bro. I had been drinking that day. I... I... I didn't know what to do. - I'm a pussy, basically. I'm sorry. - It's OK. It's over. - I vouch for that. - It's fine. What are you gonna do? - It's a big opport... - But then they put you on YouTube. And I felt so responsible for that shit. - That shit was funny, by the way. - What was funny about it? - It's not funny for me. - Just that everybody I know saw it. - I know, I know. - I kinda felt famous by knowing you. Is it a little bit funny? Like... Like, is it... they're laughing at me or with me? A little bit of both. They're laughing with you and at you at the same time. - It's so embarrassing. - Oh, it is terrible. It is so bad. But it's funny too at the same time. It makes you kind of likeable in a weird way. Yeah. That guy deserved it. Everybody knows that guy deserved it. - But, seriously, I'm sorry. - It's alright. You know, I'm gonna land on my feet. - Oh, you will. - Yeah, good. I know. - I'll get my next gig. - I'll be there with you. - Everything will be fine. - I'm your sous-chef now and forever. You're not my sous-chef anymore. You are chef de cuisine. - But I wouldn't even be there... - It doesn't matter. Riva's right about one thing. You are ready to run your own kitchen. So don't blow it. It's a big opportunity for you. - To Tony's big new opportunity. - To Tony's big opportunity. - To chef de cuisine. - I don't like how it happened. - But I'm happy it happened. OK? - Two words, man. You guys. I love you fucking guys.
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- I love you, Tony. I love you. - Thanks, Chef. - Look at that. - Mmm. I love both of you. We love you, man. Let's have a three-way right here. Come on. Come on. - Hang on, hang on. - I love you, man. - I'm glad you made up with him. - Thanks. Did you take the garbage out? The truth of the matter is nobody's calling me. I got no job prospects whatsoever. - What about those offers you got? - No. It's all dried out. - Why, from the online shit? - It must be from the online thing. - Come on. - I'm like a fucking cat playing a piano. I don't even know what that means. I'm everywhere. OK? Like, I'm, like... I'm, like, a meme.
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Know what a meme is? I'm a meme. I'm a fucking meme. Carl, you need to take a break. I've been on a break. I've had too much of a break. - No, you need a real break. - I need to work. - I need to get back into a kitchen. - You don't. Carl... I wish I never... I should've cooked the shit he wanted me to cook. You gonna go work for another Riva in some other restaurant? You've been miserable here as long as I've known you, Carl. - That's not true. We've had a blast. - Yes, we've had a blast. And now it's time for you to go.
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