Let's take the fire truck too.
Fire truck. You forgot it.
I'm a chef now!
Daddy is a chef.
NATIONAL TIMED CULINARY COMPETITION CHAMPION
Stop calling and pushing me this crap all the time.
Hello. Morgue here.
Dad?
What do you want?
I'm moving abroad. For good.
I got a job.
A job...
In TV.
I don't have a TV.
I'm busy.
I have a flight tomorrow morning.
I need to prepare a meal for a gala dinner.
What dinner, dad?
You haven't been cooking for ages.
And how would you know?
You haven't seen me for ten years.
For Christ's sake!
Maybe we could grab something to eat at a restaurant?
Or maybe not.
Let's stay put.
I'll be there before nightfall.
I'd left you my entire restaurant.
It suits you.
What are you laughing at?
Tell me.
What shall I prepare?
How long are we supposed to wait for the dessert?
I have to make it before nightfall.
Hello?
How are you doing?
What did the doctor say?
Dad, I'm sorry, but I'm going to be late.
You're always late.
It's just... All that flight stuff...
You've let me down yet again.
Not now, son.
I don't have time.
I'll wait.
May I?
What is that noise?
Dammit.
I've been waiting for you for ten years.
You're always, always late.
You can't play with that, no.
I don't have time right now.
REST IN PEACE
Okay, let's eat.
Finally... We have time.