Tom, Ray ... and Ming?
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Unbeknownst to Chef Ming, Tom and Ray arrive in Tommy's MG - both wearing wires placed by Wolfgang Puck. |
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Ming, preparing for the show taping in a back alley in Our Fair City. His staff claims they "love taping outside the studio" - but the word on the street was that the staff of "Zoom" had trashed the kitchen during a paper mache fight. |
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As the MG rolls in, Ming sprinkles a pinch of arsenic into Tom and Ray's portions - as he promised NPR's President Kevin Klose he would. (In exchange for their time slot on NPR, of course.) |
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Ming sets the ground rules before the interview: If you so much as touch my garnishes, I will personally filet you both with my bare hands. Do we understand each other, gentlemen? |
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Ming: Just shut up and slice, gentlemen, and you'll leave here with two hands each. |
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Ming to Tom: No, this one is yours. I'm not eating that one. Why? Because I said so. |
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Ming: Are you kidding me? This thing has 60 years of pent up grease and road dirt on it, and you want me to cook on it? |
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Geezus! Are those our burritos - or is that just some of the flimsy British steel?
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Ming: Did lunch survive the trip? |
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Success - and only a slight aftertaste of hydrocarbons. |
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Ming: If they pay me more than Kevin Klose, I'll give them the antidote. If not, it's adios, fellas! |
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Time to go - if we can get out of here on time, we can be at Emeril's in time for high tea! |
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