Oh. Egg rolls?

We need to cut it.

And then once I flip it over, I'm just going to season it with a little salt and pepper, just like we do in the restaurants.

Seung Jo and Eun Jo's lunches.

Burn it!

They stick in the mind forever.

How would you like it?

Let's burn this motherfucker down!

Owen, medium rare, rare?

How'd you like that cooked?

I don't like it when it's got crusts.

It's so clear in my mind.

I'm... jealous

Burn it.

Please have some copies made.

I hate jealous women.

Come on Liz, burn them all.

Do you bake bread?

Which penetrates the hearts

Which will climb on to the hearts.

roaring over the hearts

Which mounteth up to the hearts.

Which leaps up over the hearts,

That laps to the hearts.

the Fire that shall rise to the hearts (of criminals).

Which leapeth up over the hearts (of men).

which will overspread the hearts.

which shall oversee the hearts,

Which mounts directed at the hearts.

to penetrate into the hearts.

Which rises above the hearts.

Reaching right into the hearts of men,

The which doth mount (Right) to the Hearts

(Futatsugi) Bitter melon omelet.

It's no problem. We have an omelet station.

We burned the forest down.

Maybe we could cut through it.

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

There goes the baker with his tray, like always

Can we have some of those twicebaked potatoes?

I hate jealous women.

I like the smell of fresh bread.

I like the smell of freshly baked bread.

I like the smell of bread just out of the oven.

See? Now he recognized us! He did!