Oh, great.
Look, class has started.
My new life already blows.
Oh, look, there's Chef Gorgeous.
I don't want him to see me like this.
I'm gonna go to the restroom and see if cold water can get out any of the stain.
Go, Max.
But I don't have my chef coat or book bag.
I know I only have them for a couple of hours, but it's the best part of me.
You'll do great.
First, do me a favor.
Check me for lice.
This course is designed to introduce you to the skills and techniques required in the production of yeast bread, short pastry doughs custard, pâte à choux and cake batters.
Chef Max, you're late.
Wait, are you sure class doesn't start at 10.17?
Sorry, I got robbed on the subway by some jerk.
Hey, hey, hey, I'm right here.
I ran out of options and I didn't want to strip my way through pastry school.
That's an option?
All right, Chef, let's focus.
Did he say he wants to focus?
What are you doing?
You told me you were going to take school seriously.
It's not me.
That guy's a bad influence.
Look at him.
He looks like someone who sells drugs on Sesame Street.
You're going to get in trouble and I'm not wearing a cocker spaniel so you can get kicked out of class.
Right, I hear you.
Now where's my juice?
Chef Max, check out my technique.
Awesome gross sound bonus.
Chef, if you find this so funny, why don't you take a fiver?
Isn't this how your saying goes?
I don't have a saying.
But if I did, it'd be more like eating ain't cheating.
Anyone else who finds something hilarious can also go into the hall.
Chef Max?
Nope, nothing hilarious.
Teach on.
Enough with the dirty jokes.
We're all here to become master bakers.
Master baking is something I work really hard at it.
To be a master baker... I'll be in the hall.
Did you say freak?
Deek.
Did you say geek?
Deek, as in big deek.
Mine's bigger.
We should be lab partners.
Come on, it'll be bitchin', Max and Deek making cakes.
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday with a special performance by Creed.
Stop, stop, stop.
I am trying to be a good student, so you just stay away from me.
You're a bad influence.
And I know I nailed that speech because kids at school used to say it to me all the time.
Time to change your tampon.
Day two, serious flow.
Killer fanny pack.
Where's your tribal poncho?
Keep my needles in this.
You're a drug addict, too?
God, you're irresistible.
It's, uh, it's insulin.
I'm a diabetic.
A diabetic pastry chef.
Wow, you're even more self-destructive than me.
So, diabetes, how is that?
Disappointing.
I put it in for syphilis.
Stop laughing.
I have to carry 27 juices, two blocks, wearing this.
Why'd you let the dog lady talk to you like that?
She's my friend, even in that shirt.
Call 911.
Call 911.
Something's happened to the adorable mixed race one.
See?
He's diabetic.
He needs insulin.
Has anyone here ever administer a needle?
Uh, administer means the same thing as shove it in, right?
Good, good, good, Max.
Come, come, come.
Okay.
Uh, his syringes are in his fanny pack.
I've actually never done this without Iron Maiden playing in the background, but I'll give it a shot.
Just put it anywhere in my hot bod.
Oh, I hate needles.
I can't look.
Get it together, ladies.
This is why I'm not allowed to hold babies.
Max, I think you and Deke should be lab partners for now, in case if something like this happens again.
Is that okay?
I guess if I have to.
Max?
I guess if I have to.
Oh, my God.
So what?
Did you not take your insulin on purpose?
I really wanted to be your partner.
