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: If it's not perfect, you throw it away... regardless of time.
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: I sentenced myself to shuck 1 million oysters. Today is the last day of my penance.
Tony: My advice to you, Chef, if you want to live a long life, eat your own tongue.
Lily: [after Adam has finished making her an elaborate birthday cake] I've had better.
Adam Jones: [on his restaurant] 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.
Adam Jones: People eat because they are hungry; I want to make food that makes people stop eating.
Adam Jones: [Listening to his analyst] Should I be writing this down? Because I don't have a crayon.
Adam Jones: [to Helene] The problem with being good is you become indispensable.
Adam Jones: I love the decor, it's perfect for stoning infidels.
Adam Jones: [waking on the kitchen floor] What is this, hell?
Reece: Yeah, I suppose it is. Well, the mercy of your enemy is a kind of hell.
Lily: You're the ogre.
Adam Jones: Yes. But I bake great cakes.
Tony: In Paris, it happened two times a week. I used to worry, now I don't. Believe me, the only person who will kill Adam Jones is Adam Jones.
[last lines]
Adam Jones: [sitting down to eat with an exhausted but contented staff] Thanks.
Simone Forth: You know, when I lie awake at night and list my regrets, you're one of them. I say to myself, "Simone, you're a lesbian. Why did you sleep with Adam Jones?"
Helene: [about Adam] American?
Conti: Yeah.
Helene: Yeah. Arrogant prick.
Conti: Well, he's a chef.
