(..) Look how slick he's fooled you War Boy! He's a lying old man. By his hand we'll all be lifted up! That's why we have his logo seared on our backs! "Breeding stock!" "Battle fodder!" No, I am awaited!! You're an old man's battle fodder. (..)

(..) I need more leeks. I need two salmon, three salade compos'e, and three filet. Three orders of salade compos'e working. Firing two orders, seared salmon. Three filet working. I need plates. Fire seven. Three salade compos'e up. Don't mess with my mise! Open down low. (..)

(..) REX: Not always. My master was a school-teacher. We weren't rich, you know. You? KING: A center-cut Kobe rib-eye, seared, on the bone, with salt and pepper. REX: Wow. KING: It was my birthday supper. Every year. (..)