Adam Jones Quotes in Burnt (2015)

Adam Jones: If it's not perfect, you throw it away... regardless of time.

Adam Jones: I sentenced myself to shuck 1 million oysters. Today is the last day of my penance.

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: [Listening to his analyst] Should I be writing this down? Because I don't have a crayon.

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: [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.

[first lines]

Adam Jones: Jean Luc, my mentor - the guy who gave me a chance as a chef - said to me it was God who created oysters and apples. And you can't improve recipes like that. But it is our job to try.

Adam Jones: Being a young chef, I sure as hell tried. I spent ten years cooking in Paris and became head chef of Jean Luc's restaurant. I was good. Some nights I was almost as good as I thought I was. 999,696... 697... At least that's what I'm told. 698... 699... Then I destroyed it all. My devils chased me out of Paris and I washed up in New Orleans. I sentenced myself to hard labor shucking oysters. 999,999. And today's the last day of my penance. One million.

[slurps it down]

Adam Jones: [to Helene] Apologize to the turbot 'cause it died in vain. I said apologize!

[last lines]

Adam Jones: [sitting down to eat with an exhausted but contented staff] Thanks.

Barfly: [talking fast] Hiya. Hola. Hello. Good Evening.

[gets up and wanders over and sits next to Adam]

Barfly: Nice to meet ya.

Adam Jones: But we've never met.

Barfly: Oh, we go way back, John. Way way back.

Adam Jones: My name's not John, it's...

Barfly: I know what your name is, Bob.

Adam Jones: [keeps looking straight ahead, in monotone] I don't know you or what you're talking about.

Barfly: What do you mean you don't know me, Frank? Or is it Fred now? I always remember you liked changing your name. Some people change socks, I tell ya. But Wilson here, he changes his name like octopi go through digital watches, and real ones too.

Adam Jones: I don't follow you. I just want to get back to my house and be left alone. Don't you understand that?

Barfly: I know how you feel big guy. I mean we all wanna be left to our own devices. Our own shoes, our own appliances. There's a present in the tense. And the shift is on man, it's on!

Head Agent: No, you don't understand. You've got it all wrong, Mr. Jones.

Adam Jones: What do you mean?

Head Agent: We've given you what you wanted.

Agent 6: You should be thanking us, Mr. Jones.

Head Agent: All that time and effort spent on you and you can't even find it in your heart to thank us.

[Agent 6 starts slapping Adam's face again]

Adam Jones: Thank you? Thank you for what? For making my life a fucking misery? For making me fear my dreams?

Head Agent: No. For giving you what you've longed for. What you've been fantasizing about for years. All those days and weeks and months dreaming of conspiracy. Now you're right in the middle of it, thanks to us and our kind benefactors, and you really haven't a clue what's happening. Can't you just figure it out?