The Bear

I Googled "fun" the other day.

"...what provides amusement or enjoyment."

That's what it means.

I am, uh, currently opening a restaurant

that's providing zero amusement or enjoyment.

Um...

No, no, I'm kidding, it's, um...

it's okay. I'm, uh...

I don't know, I-I-I'm trying to

start from a-a healthy place.

A-a-a positive place.

And, um...

yeah, that's the goal, right?

I think when I was a kid, um,

anything that would give me any sort of excitement

or-or-or amusement or enjoyment, uh,

it always got kinda fucked.

You know, I-I don't think my family meant to ruin it

or anything like that, you know.

I-I don't think they did it on purpose.

But I-I think...

sometimes they just, they try too hard.

You know, or they'd make promises

that they weren't able to keep.

Have to remind myself to breathe sometimes.

I, um,

have to remind myself to, uh...

to be present, you know.

Remind myself that the sky is not falling,

that, um, there is no other shoe,

which is incredibly difficult

because there is always another shoe.

I don't know. I think, um...

You know, maybe if I could provide

more-more-more amusement or-or enjoyment for myself,

it would be easier to, uh, to provide for others, you know.

I don't know. Um...

Yeah. Anyway, I'm happy to be here.

Thank you, guys. Thanks for letting me share.

Bridgeport, known to be the neighborhood diner

people counted on for the past seven decades

is closing its doors for good.

Yesterday, the restaurant made the announcement

that it would be closing permanently.

Everybody loves the food.

They love the service.

They love this restaurant.

...that people could always count on...

...for the many employees that have

worked at the restaurant for decades,

the news came as a devastating...

You know what a lot of restaurants suck at?

Hmm. How much time do I have to answer that question?

Hmm. Desserts.

Do we have any miles?

Uh, yes, Pete at United.

-Could we use 'em? -Of course.

Can I pitch you something crazy?

We send Marcus somewhere?

So maybe not so crazy.

No, no, I think that's, uh, smart.

-Yeah? -Yeah. But, um, how's his mom?

I think she's stable, I don't know.

But I just was thinking it might be good

to send him somewhere wild.

Wild, like?

Like Copenhagen?

Yeah. Yeah, I got spots there.

I mean, I figured you would.

You happy?

Yeah, I marinated the radicchio, burned grapefruit,

got a little bit of chili in there.

Alright. Alright.

Mm. -(dropping utensils)

-Fucking shit. Mm-mm-mm. Mm-mm.

-The salt. -Mm-mm.

-It's too much salt. -Fuck me.

You got water? -Uh, yeah.

You marinated it too long.

-It's okay, though. -I mean, it's not okay

-if it's two times in a row. -(clears throat)

God.

That's why we're doing this, alright?

I wanna make a suggestion.

I think our palates are fucked.

Where is the suggestion?

I think that we need to go out.

We need to try some stuff.

Like a reset.

-You're sending me home? No.

No, I'm not sending you home.

I'm sending us out for... inspiration.

It's gonna take me about an hour to clean this up,

and then I'll, uh, meet you at Kasama.

Sound good?

-Yeah, sounds good. Okay.

Thank you.

And, uh, Syd?

Yeah?

It was really, it was almost perfect.

Almost.

Yeah.

-See you in an hour. Mm-hmm.

("Goodbye Girl" by Squeeze playing)

Yeah? Hold on, hold on. No, that's okay.

I got you.

Alright, here we go. Ready?

Here we go.

Ah.

Told you.

I got it.

Okay.

There we go. Okay.

I got you.

How's your mom doing, by the way?

Good. -Yeah?

They said that she got stuck on a Zoom.

Do you know what that's about?

Got a promotion.

Uncle Frank is proud of her.

So am I.

So we had a little party.

Huh.

-Frank, huh? -And Mom got a raise, too.

Which is why Uncle Frank got the good cake from Weber's.

That's awesome.

That mom got a promotion. She's a hard worker.

And that's important, right?

Yeah, but you still have to pay child support

'cause fair is fair.

I love taking care of you.

And I always will.

You know that?

I know, Daddy.

Alright.

Give me a hug.

Alright, backpack attack. Here we go.

I'm gonna watch you until you go inside, okay?

I love you.

And, Eva?

I love Taylor Swift, too.

I just needed a break, you know.

-Hello. -WOMAN (over phone): Did you really give me a fake number?

Claire?

Should my feelings be hurt?

I think they're hurt.

Mm.

No. No, no, no. Sorry, no.

That must have, uh, that must have been a mistake.

You know I know your entire family and all the Faks, right?

You know all the Faks?

Yeah, I know all the fuckin' Faks.

And they're gonna come beat you up.

There are, um, there are a lot of Faks. Yeah.

Why, just walk me through giving me a fake number. Why?

Hmm... No, no. 'Cause I, um...

I didn't mean, I didn't mean for that to happen.

I'm-I'm-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. It was a mistake, okay?

Thank you. I-I really appreciate that.

Well, I was originally calling before I found out

I got fake numbered and had to ask Neil

for your real number to ask if you were busy today.

So now I have two questions.

Shoot. Yeah.

Okay. One, is it okay that I have your number,

or did you really not want me to have your number?

No, no, no, no. It's-it's, uh...

I want you, I want you to have my number.

Okay, say that one more time.

I want you to have my number.

Okay, cool. Are you busy today?

Um...

So, I'm, I, um--

Okay, can you just, can you just not make this weird?

Like, I just need a favor. My cousin bailed on me.

What, Big Denny?

No, Mac. Denny's dead.

Oh.

Damn, Denny.

Yeah, totally sucks,

but I have to move all this shit

from my mom who is not dead.

She's actually absolutely thriving, into storage and I-I...

There are really big boxes, and I need a really big car.