Cursing in the Kitchen

I don’t care if the customers hear us cursing! We gotta curse! We’re cooking!

Well you don’t need to be hollering swears.

Alright, let’s see you make a medium rare steak with onions and fries without cursing.

You’re on. Easy as pie!

I’ll help you, Anastasia.

These onions are making me cry, Toast! I can’t see anything.

When you cut onions you gotta aim blindly with the knife.

It’s real shitty.

Augh! Where’s all this fire coming from? It’s burning me!

When you sauté you get burnt. Tough shit, right?

Now the onions are stuck. Come on onions! Don’t stick! Don’t stick! Don’t stick!

Onions are fuckers.

Shit! You overcooked the steak. We gotta make a new one.

What do we do with the old one?

After we close, you go out back, sit on a milk crate next to the dumpster and eat the steak with your hands while you smoke.

What’s all that floating stuff in the fryer?

All that shit? Old fries and shit. Like batter and shit. You know, fryer shit.

Fry cooking sucks.

I THINK ANGRY CHEF ALWAYS MAKES ME FRY COOK BECAUSE HE’S AN ASSHOLE!

UP YOURS, YOU RUNT!

KISS MY ASS!

What the fuck is taking you so long, Anastasia? You’re not even trying, you god damn slacker!

Fuck you.