- Maybe I'll talk to Marvin. - Mm-hm. Let me hear him out. You know? See what he's got in mind for the food truck.
Chef
4.9s
You know he's here. Is this the whole reason you brought me out? I don't know what you're talking about.
Chef
6.3s
He say, "Just let him sleep. It's too late." No, but he's never had a real Cuban sandwich. I want him to try it.
Chef
7.3s
Hi. I'm Carl Casper. I'm here to see Marvin. - Booties? - Excuse me?
Chef
2.9s
You think people would like this kind of food back home?
Chef
4.3s
This is really good, by the way. Yours are way better.
Chef
12.1s
- Where are we? - This is Little Havana. - Like in 'Grand Theft Auto'? - No, this is where I grew up. - You did? - Yes. And this is where Abuelito lives and works. Grandpa still works? What does he do?
Chef
7s
- 20? - He's saying that he lost 20 pounds. - 20. - I know what he said. But I'm down... That is in two months. I'm down... In two weeks, I've lost 15.
Chef
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- Eh, no, Papa. - What did he say? No, he's asking if we're back together. No, no, we're friends. I'm helping watch the baby.
Chef
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Think he's in town? I don't know, but, you know, I can find out tomorrow... I call him.
Chef
4.6s
In case you don't want to remove your shoes. Thank you.
Chef
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- You think people would like it? - Yeah, it's real food. Why not?
Chef
5.4s
Trash, trash, trash. Save that, save that. Save the metal ones.
Chef
2.2s
My suit doesn't even fit me anymore.
Chef
2.1s
You're full of shit.
Chef
2.4s
I can't see.
Chef
53.8s
Are we... we're talking about the carpet now or are we talking about the, um... the... - We're talking about... - I don't even know anymore. I think, um... I'd go with the brown. And as far as that goes, that's a personal... that's... - I don't know. - You're not a turd, OK? I don't want you to feel that way coming in here with your hat in your hand. You went fucking crazy on the internet. That was awesome. You lost respect, which I love, 'cause it's passion. You know, you lost everything. You know, you're not a loser, but you have lost, OK? You're not a turd. A turd that lost. I don't know that I feel like a turd. - Good. - I feel like I had a bad week. I feel like I lost my job, I made an ass of myself on the internet. I'm divorced, I'm old, I got no money. I live in a shitty apartment in Venice. But you know what makes me feel like a turd? That I'm in my ex-wife's ex-husband's office and asking for a fucking favour and all he's doing is busting my balls. I like this humility. It's good.
Chef
36.3s
- I got a food truck. - Get the hell out! No shit. You got a fucking taco truck? Tony! Tony, Carl's got a fucking taco truck. For real? - Jefe! Like with tacos and shit? - I just... Yeah, I would assume. What are you gonna cook? You know, Cuban sandwiches, plátanos, arroz con pollo. Simple shit like we used to do for family meal. Oh, yeah, I remember those days, man. - Fuck he doing with a taco truck? - Goddamn. - I'd love some of that shit now. - What's he doing with a taco truck? - It's good, right? It could be cool. - Yeah. Get the fuck off the phone, bro. Let's go! Alright, alright, alright! I'm sorry. I'm sorry, man. Attila the Hun is calling me. I gotta go, man. Alright. Be good, man.