How am I going to prepare you?
We'll put you in a black iron pot...
Then we'll melt a bit of bacon fat...
That will be absolutely delicious.
Then, once you're all plucked, you'll be gutted...
Maybe we'll stuff you a bit...
We'll season you with some delicious spices.
We'll add some star-anise, allspice...
... peppercorns, juniper berries, and everything.
We'll grind it all up with mortar and pestle
and then we'll rub it into your skin.
It's going to be just lovely, yes...
It'll be great fun.
Then the oven will get nice and warm, oooh...
It will be nice and cozy, you'll see, my little darling.
So, we should get back to work, shouldn't we?
I'll eat some of you, too, don't worry.
With the discovery of cooking, Stone Age people developed
into Homo sapiens.
Cooking is the mother of philosophy, chemistry, and physics.
Cooking is poetry, transformation, creation...
Cooking is the oldest art form, older, even, than cave painting.
My mother didn't want me to become a chef.
'Oh well, at least you'll always have enough to eat.'
That was the best she had to say on the subject.
Indeed, I always had more than enough to eat.
I was never a glutton. Pleasure isn't born of excess.
But I always wanted a nice belly.
My mother had a beautiful belly when she was carrying my sister,
and I swore to myself that when I grew up,
I'd have a big, warm, soft, firm belly just like hers.
Most childhood dreams fade with age, and we laugh them off as adults.
I, on the other hand, worked persistently to achieve my dream,
and every centimeter of my belly filled me with pride.
When I wasn't cooking or shopping for ingredients,
which took up the greater part of my time,
I would observe women. I especially loved watching waitresses.
Watch out, they'll be leaving soon.
What do you mean? - They'll run off without paying.
We don't treat our guests like cheats.
Ready!
Three... four! And... one, two, three, four!
Five, six, seven! And back you go!
Two, three, four! And stomp!
And clap your hands! One, two, three, four!
And inhale! One, two, three, four!
And... four, five, six!
What are you, a shop detective?
I cook.
For fun or professionally? - Both.
So you always cook, even in your free time?
Yes.
If that's so, you hang out here and stare at women an awful lot.
Or do you do that for inspiration?
What would I inspire you to cook?
Nothing at all.
Your wait... w..w..waitress outfit is unimaginative
and you smell of stale coffee
and second-rate cake.
Thanks a lot.
Was she playing by the fountain? - No harm done.
Oh my, that shouldn't happen. I fell asleep.
Thank you. I really must apologize.
I'm the one who must apologize. - What for?
For yesterday. - I was a bit snippy myself yesterday.
Really...cute, your little girl.
Yes... She'll be five tomorrow.
Tomorrow? - Yes.
Well, then...
There you go.
Well, goodbye, then.
And thank you!
Can I take over table two? - No.
Please?
Avery pleasant day to you.
Is everything all right like that?
My, that's lovely. What is it?
A b...b...birthday present.
F... for Leonie. - You ought to give it to her yourself.
Look, someone has a birthday present for you.
Hello! - Look at that!
I don't even know your name.
Barbier, Gregor Barbier.
Gregor has a present for you, look!
A huge present!
Here!
A present!
Look at that! - Present!
Oh, a cake!
Unfortunately, Leonie isn't much of a chocolate fan.
Not at all, actually.
There. - But only one, you hear?
You want more, do you?
Leonie, that's enough now.
You mustn't eat them all at once. - There!
Leonie, stop it now. Come, that's enough, Leonie!
I told you not to eat any more!
Leonie, stop it!
We're glad you were born, little dear - Leonie! Enough!
We'd miss you so ifyou weren't here!
We've come because we want to say
All the best on your special day!
Leonie, look what you've done!
Leonie ate too many chocolates... - Are there any...
... any more of those damn chocolates?
The chocolates are just for decoration. The cake...
... is made with nuts. - I don't give a damn what's in the cake!
Yes, come here. Yes, of course!
Yes, Grandpa will take care of it.
There you go. Mommy's coming, don't worry.
How could she let this happen?
My mommy!
It's pretty obvious, I'd say.
Chocolate doesn't agree with Leonie.
It never has.
Most certainly not in that quantity.
That's what I thought at first.
Honey, could you turn off the light?
I'm really tired.
You know, I tried one of those chocolates.
And, was it good?
Good?
I think Leonie was in paradise.
And she simply didn't want to leave.
That's why she had such a fit.
Not 'cause the chocolates made her sick or anything.
I would've given anything for another one, too.
Xaver?.
Xaver...
You can't imagine what that chocolate did to me.
It was overwhelming.
That fat chef is a real genius.
I even daydreamed about it.
I dreamed of letting one of those chocolates melt in my mouth
and sleeping with you at the same time.
That would be a double orgasm.
I'm going to get us some.
Ouch!
Good evening...
... Ms. Drebb.
May I ask what you're doing in my herb garden?
Excuse me.
I... I didn't mean to...
It's 'cause of Leonie.
Is she ill? Is that why you're here?
She drew this for you.
Thank you.
Did you hurt yourself?
Your chocolates have transformed Leonie.
It was a truly wonderful experience
and she'll always be grateful to you for it.
Her greatest wish is to have another one of those chocolates.
Why not?
Because I can't. They were one-of-a-kind.
I couldn't reproduce them.
I really have to get back to work. - Of course. Excuse me.
What are you making? - I'm...
... experimenting!
I don't mean to be pushy, but could I try a tiny bite of that?
Then I'll leave, I promise. - It's... not finished yet!
I don't mind.
What did you make?
That's totally irrelevant.
You eat, and I'll go to the wine cellar. When I get back, I want you to...
... be gone.
It's a deal.
Ladies and gentlemen, dancing keeps you young.
Now we're going to learn something called Salsa.
Salsa means 'spicy-hot.' That suits our mood today perfectly.
First, let the air out.
That's it. Wait, now I let the air out on the wrong side.
Okay, I start with my left foot forward,
you with your right foot in back.
Ready? Three...
... four and... forward!
Very good!
Yes, we all know this one... 'The Harlem Shuffle'!
Everyone grab a partner. It doesn't have to be your own.
How was the espresso?
Okay, under the circumstances.
Then try this one.
How did you manage that? - Magic.
I decalcified the machine.
Sorry for barging in on you yesterday and wolfing down all your food.
I'm terribly embarrassed about it.
Don't you know what you want to cook?
If you want my opinion, I wouldn't change a thing.
It was divine.
Will you forgive me?
And do me a favor?.
Could you keep it to yourself that I came by last night?
Could that be our little secret?
Promise? - Yes, sure.
Thank you.
Waitress? The check, please!
I forgot to ask what I had last night at your place.
You were eating bull's testicles.
You're not serious, are you? - From half a herd, to be exact.
Waitress!
You're hungry, huh? - Grandma's cooking is best, isn't it?
Now it's your turn. You haven't eaten a thing.
You don't have any yet. There.
You don't like it?
No, no, it's very good. I just have an upset stomach.
She hasn't eaten in days.
Well, I think it tastes great.
Me, too. - Thank you.
You do, too, Leonie, don't you?
Right, Sweetie?
Come, eat a little something, at least.
I am eating.
Don't pressure her if she doesn't want to.
You don't have to if you don't want to. - She'll have her reasons. Let her be.
Is there something wrong with the scallops?
Shall I get you something else?
Do you have anything...
... like grasshoppers, or earthworms maybe?
Or bull's testicles?
Yes, that's right, pull him out. - Huh?
Can you...?
I'll hold it for you.
Oh, man!
Got it? - Hello.
What are you doing?
Leonie's leftovers. Can't throw them out.
But you should. - That's hard for the war generation.
Ah, the war generation. - Well, my mother, actually.
And she brought me up that way.
Look, there's the frog, here. - Just a little...
But it doesn't really matter.
It's nice to see you again.
Say hello. - Hello, Gregor.
Leonie's always happy when she's by the water.
How's your restaurant doing?
What would you say if I were to come as a normal, paying guest?
Why not?
No free tables till February.
Next February? I see.
There are only three tables.
What if I were to return the favor and invite you over to our place
and cook for you? Say, next Tuesday?
You could meet my husband. He's very nice, don't worry.
Daddy's pretty nice, isn't he? - Yes.
Yes? - Yes.
Yes! - Yes, but I'm afraid...
What a pity. Leonie would love it if you came over.
Wouldn't you, Leonie? If he came to dinner?
Yes. - Yes.
I have an idea. I'll cook...
... either way, whether you come or not.
Come if you feel like it. It's totally up to you.
Okay?
Okay.
Gregor!
How nice that you came.
Actually, I was expecting you last week.
Mommy, come.
Mommy, come!
Excuse me.
Sorry that you had to cook, after all. - I enjoy cooking.
I apologize.
Mmm. - ls it yummy?
Yes.
She really likes it.
Eden.
What did she say? - Eden.
Eden. - Eden? As in paradise?
Yes. She means me.
That's my name. Eden, like the garden.
Thank you.
On here. - There you go.
There? - Some there, too.
There, too. - Some more?
Chocolate-Cola sauce...
That's my childhood fantasy.
It tastes fantastic!
There. Yummy.
Eat!
I have to go now.
But you're making pancakes.
Shouldn't you be trying new recipes? If Leonie's bothering you, we'll leave.
No, no...
I just thought we'd pop in and say hi.
And now you're cooking for us and all. I feel bad.
Oh... - lf she's making too much mess,
just say so.
Rules are important.
Do you want to make some dough, too? - Yes.
Leonie, what are you doing?
Mommy! - I'm over here!
There's nothing she might break in there?
My absolute favorite. Chocolate-Cola sauce.
Gregor loves Chocolate-Cola sauce, you know.
A little on here... There you go. On the salad, too.
Incredible, she finished her plate again.
D... do you mind?
Does your husband know you're here?
No.
Tuesday is his night out with the boys, which is supposedly
oh-so-important for his social standing.
Actually, he's at a strip joint with his buddies, playing the big spender.
That's his little secret.
And I'm yours?
Not exactly the youngest, your Cognac.
I can't drink any more. Otherwise I'll get too drunk.
But you have to finish your glass.
The rest is for you. I really can't manage any more.
Excuse me.
You're drunk, too.
But only a tiny bit.
Do you drink a lot when you're cooking?
No.
I hardly ever drink alcohol, actually.
I've got to go now.
Me, too.
I really enjoy being here.
Bye.
Is there some reason to celebrate?
What's the matter?
Has something happened?
You're so radiant.
Did you win the lottery? Or a new lover?
Yes. And what a lover!
I could almost go for another round... of Drebbling.
Can you show me how that works again?
Hello, everyone!
My name's Xaver Drebb.
Today you're going to learn a new swim stroke:
the revolutionary Drebble, named for its inventor, whom you see here.
Hello.
No exchange possible. - No really, please keep it.
Just consider it a small token of thanks.
I cook without you, too. Please.
How much does one of your dinners cost?
It's not exactly cheap.
How much?
300 euros.
Why don't you cook something normal people can afford?
You could really do some good that way.
Trust me, I know.
There's a dog out there.
There's a dog in your garden. Hey!
Come here.
Is he yours?
Hi, there! Hi, doggie.
Go on, get out! - Oh, don't!
Why? - A dog doesn't belong in the kitchen.
I'm overwhelmed.
Tell me, what's your secret?
I think of you.
Well...
The fish...
... with the hint of coffee?
And, um...
... in combination with these flowers...
Fabulous. Absolutely delicious.
What gave you a crazy idea like that? - The recipe was in a magazine.
Want some more?
Have a little more.
Hey, Xaver. We're ready when you are.
Where are you?
What?
And you stand up your friends for that?
Yeah, see you. Bye.
He hasn't had his dessert yet.
You're the dessert, aren't you? - Yes... and no.
Eden... Frank and Martin are waiting for me.
I really have to leave. - Unwrap your present.
Come on!
You're completely cra...
It's all yours.
Was that in the magazine, too?
Here you go, guys... Your beer.
Enjoy.
I think they're having a rough patch. I've heard it around.
He told me their marriage is better than ever.
I heard his wife whets her appetite elsewhere.
Eden?
'On our most recent visit, the cooking eroticist, Gregor Barbier,
performed his culinary love-making seven times in a row...
Cordelia, a bit higher with the hips! Just a bit!
... and managed to peak seven times.
We were treated to a sensual feast and an orgy of aromas,
and fell head over heels for Barbier's Cu... Cucina Erotica.'
Mrs. Brunnmeier! Remember: right-left!
So, what are you trying to say?
Nothing.
Maybe I should pay this cooking eroticist a visit, eh?
I already tried. He's all booked up till next February.
I see.
Well, I'll be damned.
And Eden eats there every week, huh?
May I ask what brings you to Bad Herrenalb, Mr. Stewer?.
I don't think that's any of your business.
Oh, is that what you think? Well, I think you'd better get out, now!
Resisting a police officer. This is getting better by the minute!
Bravo!
If you can repeat this evening's performance,
I'll make you the greatest chef on the planet!
And now, champagne for everyone!
And so I started waiting tables.
In a family business everyone helps out.
And before you know it, you're a waitress.
My mother was a waitress, too.
Excuse me.
Now I owe you one.
Did you know that... Leonie would be disabled?
On the ultrasound they discovered a white spot in her heart area.
Her heart valves didn't shut properly
because part of the septum was missing.
The doctors didn't think she could survive.
Xaver and his parents were totally against me having her.
There was a point when I thought it'd be better for her not to be born.
Then she started to hit and kick...
... and I knew she wanted to live.
And after she was born, they managed to fix her heart defect.
You made the right decision.
No, it was Leonie's decision.
It was quite simple.
For me, anyway.
And your husband?
It's still difficult for him.
And you didn't want any more children after that?
No, I really do, actually.
But somehow I can't seem to get pregnant again.
I really love watching you clean chanterelles.
You do it so elegantly.
They smell of forest. - You have to fry them, right?
No, you can also eat them raw.
And? - Not very good.
No, actually, they're toxic when they're raw.
That was a great idea, the diving goggles.
Ludwig came up with it.
Has Ludwig always been deaf-mute?
Ludwig used to be the headwaiter for Duchènes.
Duchènes is the world's greatest chef.
But he contracted a virus and lost his hearing,
then his voice, and consequently his job.
Did you try the minted mascarpone crème?
It made quite an impression.
My husband couldn't get over the aroma.
Did you soak the base with a bit of Cognac?
The base was perfect, yes.
Clap your hands! And... one, two, three, four!
Five, six, seven, eight!
Step it up a bit, you guys!
And... stamp your feet! Clap your hands!
And... one lady down!
On to the next lovely lady!
One, two, three! And change your partners!
And four, five, six! From the beginning!
And one, two, three, four...
How come you don't have a wife or a girlfriend?
You could win any woman's heart, and not only with your divine cooking.
It just never happened, somehow.
You mean... you've never been with a woman?
Would you like to be?
Present company excluded, of course.
I can't. Doctor's orders. I'm simply too fat. And my heart...
You know...
And one, two, three, four, five, six!
And back again! Back, two three four!
And stomp! And clap! And move two ladies down!
Two ladies down!
Thank you, everybody!
By the way, I can't come next Tuesday.
My husband's taking Leonie and me to Paris for a long weekend.
To a luxury hotel.
You must tell me the best place to eat.
Duchènes, of course.
Ludwig will get you a table... - Okay.
Then you can tell me who's the better cook, Duchènes or me.
Okay, I'll do that.
I'm so happy, and all thanks to you.
Sorry? - Your food and your company
have turned me into a new person.
And Leonie, too. She's been sleeping through the night these past weeks.
You can't imagine what that means to us.
I think you've transformed Xaver, as well.
He's more and more like the man I fell in love with.
Oh, come on, now surely you're exaggerating.
No, since I met you, my life is a thousand times better.
And you aren't even happy about it. - No, I am.
Would you prefer that I didn't visit anymore?
No, I wouldn't.
Okay.
Bonjour.
May I come in?
He looked after her beautifully and she really opened up.
In the end the ice really broke. We stayed at Disneyland an extra day
because Leonie enjoyed it so much. Rather, all three of us did.
Maybe this was the breakthrough. - Did you go to Duchènes?
We didn't get around to it.
Xaver insisted I buy expensive clothes and go to a star hairstylist.
Don't you like the new hairstyle? You haven't said a word.
Yes, it's...
... very nice.
So is the dress.
Thank you.
How was your week?
Great.
I really missed your food.
Have you noticed any difference in the quality of my food?
No.
But I wasn't really paying attention to that.
I'd come here even if you just served me a liverwurst sandwich.
You've become a friend.
A true friend.
Your fattest friend, huh?
Don't say that.
Everything's fine.
We're friends. We feel deep affection for each other...
Yes.
My family is doing well.
And Xaver is all right? - Yes.
Leonie's getting along well with him? - Yes.
Now, all of a sudden, huh?
You sound kind of aggressive. - Oh, do l?
Some dessert? - Sounds lovely.
Oh, right, dessert... I haven't got any left.
Maybe I have a bit of cheese somewhere.
Yes.
I think I've run out of that, as well.
I'm sorry.
Bye. - Bye.
Look at that fat guy!
Mmm, this liverwurst could make you a fortune.
You loved your mother a lot.
What about your father?
I never knew my father.
When I was six I got a stepfather.
And you didn't like him, huh?
Is it really true that you served his dog as Sunday roast?
I bet it tasted good.
He even gnawed the meat off.
Down to the bone.
What had he done to you?
Nothing.
Do you want dessert today?
If you have some.
I'd like... the one in the middle.
Well, a piece of it.
Mrs. Weltermann was just at the café.
She cancelled her granddaughter's wedding.
Aha.
Why? - She said you would know why.
I have no idea, Dad.
Where does she live? - At number two Wildsprung.
Behind the fat chef's place.
She also mentioned an herb garden
that had been trampled, and morals, decency, and disgusting behavior.
You owe me an explanation. - It's a misunderstanding. Be right back.
They're fast here.
Can I give you a ride somewhere?
You had one of my guests arrested two weeks ago, didn't you?
You've been meeting with my wife for months, haven't you?
It's the next right.
But you know the way.
I have nothing against you personally, really.
But your meetings with my wife are putting me in a tight spot,
if you know what I mean. - Not really.
Just stay away from my wife, okay?
I'm honored that you're jealous, but it's totally un... un...
And your wife's old enough to make her own decisions.
And besides, you can...
o... o... only benefit from it, too.
If you keep seeing Eden,
you'll suffer the consequences, got me?
No need to threaten me, Mr. Drebb. I weigh 137 kilos.
I love to cook and to eat, and I desire nothing else.
You should thank me. - Listen, you asexual pig!
That was no threat! I'm not promising you trouble, I'm guaranteeing it!
Eden!
Shhh, she's sleeping. - ls something the matter?
Nothing serious. She just felt a bit dizzy.
Why the strange smile on your face, then?
She's pregnant, Xaver, finally!
After all these years!
The doctor said for her to avoid anything upsetting or stressful.
But she doesn't have to stay in bed. She can work and all.
Epi-leppy, but quite happy.
Though Xaver tried his very best No egg appeared in Eden's nest
So she went to the chef for some lovin'
Now she's got a bun in the oven!
Eden didn't want another mongo brat So another guy came up to bat!
He may be as fat as a pig But soon she'll be just as big!
What's with you? Did someone die or something?
Hi, Xaver.
Just joking around.
You two are coming outside!
Not my Corvette!
I'll kill you!
Not my Corvette!
Hey! You son of a bitch!
If you'd listened to your mom and married Gisela,
this wouldn't have... - Pull over! Let me out!
Are you crazy!? - Stop the car, damn it!
Okay! - Now!
Have you gone crazy, or what?
Gregor?.
Barbier?
Barbier, are you in there?
Barbier, I need to talk to you.
Please come out.
Gregor, I know you're in there.
Gregor...
I... I'm not a big star like you are.
I.. I can't even cook at all.
I was a failure as a lawyer...
And now I teach dance classes and swimming lessons for the local seniors.
But I have the most beautiful wife in the world...
... and I have a little family.
And, Gregor...
Eden is expecting a baby.
Eden is finally pregnant again.
And you and your wonderful food...
... had a lot to do with that.
And I want to thank you for that.
But...
But Eden is my wife.
And if you love my wife, you should leave town.
You have to go.
I don't want to lose my family!
And that's why you have to leave, Gregor!
Please find it in your heart to do that!
Otherwise... otherwise everything is just going to go to pieces here.
Eden... that you're pregnant
is the most wonderful news I've ever heard.
There'll be four of us soon...
Let's go on a trip.
On a cruise.
A nice ocean cruise. We've always wanted to do that.
You smell of wine.
If I understand correctly, your wine cellar's like your bank.
You bought the wines at good prices years ago,
and the increase in value is your profit.
You make no money with the food.
I'm afraid if your bank's been destroyed,
we can't put any money into it.
And you're currently unable to meet the payments on the present loan.
Right. - You realize what that means?
I have something really special to tell you today.
That's why I brought some champagne along.
I've finally gotten pregnant again.
I'm so happy that it finally worked out, and I have you to thank for that.
We all have you to thank for that.
May l...
Yes?
... make you a little strawberry carpaccio?
All you ever think about is food, huh?
No working in the kitchen now, please.
You have something to say to me, too, don't you?
Say it.
Would you like another glass?
I would like to hold your hand.
I'll... I'll be right back.
My dear Gregor...
I bet you're in the kitchen right now, working your magic.
Forgive me for disappearing like that, but then, you did it first, didn't you?
I didn't get a chance to tell you about the cruise Xaver surprised me with.
I'll be back in two weeks.
Please promise me things will be the way they were before.
Would you do that?
A big hug from me, and I look forward to seeing you again.
What's that?
It's a carcasse, a duck juicer.
You put the whole duck in and squeeze all the juice out.
It comes out here.
It makes a great sauce base...
So, if you could show me the wine cellar now...
Of course. This way.
We're out of insect repellant.
It's better to buy it there, anyway.
Have you seen the eye masks? - Leonie had them last.
Damn, they're good to have on the plane.
I think the drugstore is still open.
You don't have to go now, Honey.
Ludwig!
What are you doing here?
Why aren't you at the restaurant?
Did you and Gregor have a fight?
BARBlER ISN'T COOKING ANYMORE.
That can't be, I was just there yesterday.
The restaurant is closed?
But that's impossible. I was there just yesterday.
But you were all booked up till next year!
Is it because of me?
But I didn't do anything.
But why?
Right.
Once we're back she'll soon forget Fatso.
She'll be busy with the pregnancy and the baby.
But I'll make sure they check for birth defects.
Right, not like the last time. No, I'm going to insist on it.
You didn't get that the last time, did you?
You couldn't bear that I was happy with him, could you?
You idiot.
You trashed his wine cellar.
I didn't trash his wine cellar, but you had dinner there every week.
And... - And what?
You hugged him.
He's a friend.
That's why.
You thought we were having an affair, so you wrecked his wine cellar.
We'll work everything out.
Everything's going to be fine, okay?
You have to pay for his wine cellar.
Then everything will be okay.
I don't have anything to do with it, I swear.
But the whole town knows about your eating orgies.
You have to pay for his wine cellar.
Why? - Because I want you to.
He didn't do anything to you, not one... - Like hell, I will!
You come to your senses!
You started the whole thing, and now you'll end it!
Excuse the disturbance, but could l...
... have a quick word with your wife, please?
All you like is cooking and eating, huh? And I should be thankful!
This is all just a mis... - Thanks, asshole!
Xaver, stop! Leave him alone! Stop it! - Get inside! Get inside! Go!
Get inside! - Stop it! Let go of me!
Let go of me! It's all my fault! - Get inside, damn it!
Xaver, stop it! What are you doing? Xaver!
Xaver! Open the door!
I have always detested physical violence.
Even at school everyone was amazed how fast I could run,
despite my weight.
But it's nothing special, actually.
Over short distances,
even fattened pigs can run faster than humans.
Come on! Come out, you fat pig!
Come on, show yourself!
Come out!
If you love Eden, come out, or I'll bring her to her senses!
Come out! Come on, you fat pig!
Come out! I'll count to three! One...
Two...
I had always run away.
All my life.
Three!
But at that moment, I decided...
... to stop running, once and for all.
That's all I can say about Mr. Drebb's death.
No, the music stays on.
Mom, the music sucks!
The music sucks!
Yeah, real bad.
Change the station.
No, I like it. - Change the station.
Change the station!
- Change the station!
This isn't your normal hamburger stand:
The owner wears coat and tails,
the usual smell of cooking oil is missing, and the clientele is...
... well dressed. - Quiet, I want to hear this.
Well, that's the definition of a one-star rating.
The food is worth a detour. - What's it like
at a one-star take-away stand by the highwayside?
To be honest, the line's pretty long,
and the owner doesn't smile much... - Will you be quiet?
I'll just get in line like a good customer
and get back to you once I've tried the world's best French fries.
Great. That was Nicole Koester, live from the first take-away stand
ever to be awarded a star rating. - What are you doing, Paul?
I have to annoy Mommy. - Why?
Mom, Leonie won't let me have any.
You want some chicken with Chocolate-Cola sauce, too?
What's your name? - Paul. And what's yours?
That's Gregor, the cook.
Good to see you again.
Subtitles: Alexandra Fergus Barrett