CC: What exactly are you doing here?
RM: I’m eating the food. I’m eating your food.
CC: I thought my food was needy and cloying.
RM: Well, I didn’t think you’d want to serve me, so I sent somebody else to pick it up.
CC: What happened between us, that really knocked me for a loop. I mean, you robbed me of my pride and my career and my dignity. And I know people like you don’t usually care about that kind of thing…
RM: That’s not necessarily true.
CC: But you should know it hurts people like me. ‘Cause we’re really trying.
RM: You started a flame war with me. Are you kidding me? I buy ink by the barrel, buddy. What are you doing picking a fight with me? I wouldn’t challenge you to a cook off.
CC: I thought I was sending you a private message.
RM: I didn’t know that. I thought we were having fun. It was theater. By the way, what the fuck were you cooking? You totally shat the bed, buddy. How could I back that? You were one of my early boys.
CC: I had no control over the menu.
RM: Whatever the case, okay? You seem to be cooking for yourself again. Because this shit is sensational. I mean, really, really good.
CC: Thank you.
I really enjoyed this movie. Very simple and to the point. Good food is great, my opinion on critics (including myself) is iffy at best, and Twitter can be terrible. In a world of limited text, context counts. Inspiring, real stuff. Well done, Favreau.