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You can only truly enjoy a meal if you are comfortable. If you are relaxed and open.
So when-
What's up? Were you on my computer last night? Yeah, why?
Cause *** keeps popping up all over the screen. Funny. That's weird. I have-
Whatever. See you after work, ***. If you're lucky, porker.
*** off. Love you.
God.
Yeah, what? I love you.
I know. I gotta go, I'm cooking. You're not using those expensive *** eggs again are you?
Come on, Ben. Do you love me?
Mhm. Mhm?
Bye. Bye.
God, don't people get it? The satisfaction of free-range Leghorn eggs is totally worth the money spent.
People don't know how to prioritize these days.
Parking tickets, bills, health insurance. Those things can wait.
Okay, so, borrow it from Ben.
I can't. Por que?
Por que, he'll say I'm irresponsible with my money. He'll say that I spend my money on grass fed Kobe when I should be spending it on...
I don't even know, stupid ***. Rent? I don't know. Stupid human things.
You know, he is so blegh. You need someone who appreciates the finer things.
I don't know. I don't know. Maybe he's right. I- Where's the truffle?
Huh? Where is it? The truffle where is it?!
Okay, come on. Why am I waiting? Where is the truffle?
We didn't know this was supposed to be finished with truffle- Don't speak. Just get it.
Well, where is it?
It's in Ian's office. You and your little friend, go get it.
Now.
Anybody gonna clean that up?
Hurry. We gotta find it.
Got it. Ah!
Okay, let's go. You got it? Yeah.
Make sure you shut the door. Okay.
What are you doing?
I found the truffle. I found it.
I don't want it anymore.
But, but- But, but nothing. It was a cop out anyway. Add a pinch of the Beluga Caviar.
Caviar on risotto? Really?
Yes, really.
What? Mama always said I had fat fingers.
Audrey! Audrey, what are you doing? We're not done shooting. I'm out of here.
What, no! You have to stay and help. I gotta get out of here or my head's gonna explode, okay?
I'd rather spend the last two hours of my day on my blog then getting *** on by some grass fed *** like that.
Cool! Awesome. I'll cover for you.
This is good pizza.
Yes, it is good. But me? I need more.
Something forbidden. Something naughty, something from the finer side of the tracks.
What the hell's that?
This is a very rare Italian, black truffle.
Maybe what I'm feeling is the rush of getting away with something.
I know it's wrong to steal, but it's so delicious and it's totally getting me hot.