Fried.

Fried?

Who bakes the cakes? Alessandra bakes them.

Burn

Burn it?

Let's burn this motherfucker down!

Fry an egg for me.

Fry me an egg.

Fry me some eggs.

I'll burn the bacon

Then cauterize the wound.

Roasted...

Father, burn it.

It's a toaster. For bread.

This is what I mean. That's why we get rid of them.

Well done, lad. Very well done.

You shouldn't be jealous.

The reason I can't help but be attracted to Ha Ni.

It's baking hot.

Please have some copies made.

My mother bakes bread every morning.

Because each time you look, all this dross is burnt.

What's good to grill?

I got you to thank for that. Ah. Whoo!

Your truck... Japan's police... fix

You cook that meat at 250 degrees, don't you?

So burn her.

Come on. Daylight's burning.

You're supposed to burn the endos.

Damn it, Cameron, you're supposed to burn the endos.

A solar flare might crop up, cook us in our seats.

All right, you guys want these fried or stewed?

The steak is well done.

This meat is roasted well.

Mother bakes cookies on Sundays.

My mother bakes bread and cookies on weekends.

I don't want to get a suntan.

I just love taking care of someone, Gerard.

On its way to burn cities and people

We're not roasting a turkey.

Come on Liz, burn them all.

There will be nothing left.

Why don't you take a pill? Bake a cake?

Incineration in 60 seconds.

Oh. Egg rolls?