You are COOKING? How DARE you cook in MY kitchen! Where do get the gall to attempt...

Skinner: [seeing a ladle in Linguini's hand] You are COOKING? How DARE you cook in MY kitchen! Where do get the gall to attempt something so monumentally idiotic? I should have you drawn and quartered! I'll do it! I think the law is on my side! Larousse, draw and quarter this man! *After* you put him in the duck press to squeeze the fat out of his head! [as he's shouting, Lalo ladles some soup into a tureen and brings it to the waiter] Linguini: Oh no no no, OH NO, don't let them, don't eat... Skinner: What are you blathering about? Linguini: ...the soup! Skinner: [sees the soup going out runs to stop it] Soup? Stop that soup! Noooooooo! [bursts into the dining room to the stares of the diners, retreats back into the kitchen and watches through the window as the waiter serves the soup] Solene LeClaire: [tasting the soup] Waiter! Skinner: [gasps] Linguini! You're fired! F-I-R-E-D! Fired! Mustafa: She wants to see the chef. Mustafa: [scared] B-but he... [clears his throat and goes to speak to the customer; Colette tastes the soup; Skinner re-enters] Colette: What did the customer say? Mustafa: It was not a customer. It was a critic. Colette: Ego? Skinner: Solene LeClaire. Colette: LeClaire. What did she say? Mustafa: She likes the soup.