Get out, or they're going to think I'm holding on!

Oh no, no!

The cook broiled the meat.

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

This meat is roasted well.

Look, roasted meat from the oven!

Please check if the meat is being roasted at the right heat.

Undercooked meat.

Yes.

I like my meat well done.

How would you like your steak cooked?

I can do my own cooking. You can guzzle that slop yourself!

Been back to that restaurant? Where?

Well, there you have a grill?

Could you cook this meat a little more?

Let's all go to an all you can eat Yakiniku restaurant.

After he got drunk in the beef barbecue restaurant, he vomited all over the place.

Having lambs roasted and wine... served in the tents out there in the desert, only in pretense.

I was planning to make those grilled pork chops, unless you're not in the mood for them.

The host usually carves the roast at the table.

Most moms cooked like mine a piece of broiled meat, a quickly made salad with bottled dressing, canned soup, canned fruit salad.

Meat, I just love meat

Meat, Hike meat

Fried.

Fried?

So now, for the construction of our Big Mac with a little bit of sauce, we're going to build it on the heel on the club, with a pinch on onions, pinch of lettuce, piece of cheese, two pickles and now comes the beef.

A butcher deals in meat.

That meat is chicken.

Incineration in 60 seconds.

The destination death row, state prison.

Where'd you lift this from?!

Beef?

Here we are meat.

The irony.

Oh. Egg rolls?

Burnt?

Thermite?

Looks like meat, tastes like meat.

Who bakes the cakes? Alessandra bakes them.

Fresh meat.

By his own blood.

This stuff's for cows.

Eat some meat.

Oh, great, the butcher's.

Dry meat.