Adam Jones: [Listening to his "analyst"] Should I be writing this down, because I don't have a crayon.
Adam Jones: I don't want my resturant to be a place where people sit and eat. I want people to sit at that table and be sick with longing.
Adam Jones: I sentenced myself to shuck 1 million oysters. Today is the last day of my penance.
Adam Jones: If it's not perfect, you throw it away... regardless of time.
Lily: [after Adam has finished making her an elaborate birthday cake] I've had better.
Tony: My advice to you, Chef, if you want to live a long life, eat your own tongue.
Adam Jones: I love the decor, it's perfect for stoning infidels.
Reece: You're better than me. But the rest of us need you to lead us to places we wouldn't otherwise go.
Adam Jones: [on his resturant] We should be dealing in culinary orgasms. When is the last time you had an orgasm that was interesting?
Helene: Remind me never ever to discuss food with you in public.