And on Tuesday, hasenpfeffer?

Tom added broccoli to the stew.

Oysters. Is this the only room there is?

Like a dozen oysters, I think.

The pork's off, Mr. Malcolm, and the goulash is drying out, but we kept you some soup.

Goulash.

I thought I'd sell her to this fella, Rufe Watries, at Oyster Bay.

Perceptive of you.

Beefaroni? Extraordinary.

He'll jug out fine.

In the banquet you're the stew

Take these stewed green peppers.

This is the famous ragout du rognons, especially prepared by monsieur begue's own hands.

How'd you like a tabby cat stew?

Let's set up the tent, and maybe I can fix some stew.

I remember that pot roast you tried.

I can cook, sew husk rice, fetch water

Stew on the table, mule in the stable

Well... thank you for my stew and my... coffee and my wine and my medicinal whisky.

Mr. Tang

Hash, stew, marmalade, submarines.

Smells like we're having... roast pork and sweet potatoes for dinner.

And when they brought you monsieur begue's ragout de rognons with a sauce prepared for days and days by monsieur begue's own magical hands, you ask for ketchup!

Stew on the table, mule in the stable Just poor folks

Here we are. Tuck into that while I get the goulash.

Did Thomas get sick?

Thank you, Mr. Tang

Er, no soup, sir?

Tom is very angry now.

How long's Tom been sick?

Good night, Mr. Rotunda.

You can't run it on martinis and goulash.

Tom's birthday was yesterday.

Tom has never eaten raw horse meat.

Mr. Tang, this time I came

Better luck in the next world, Mr Jones.

Tom understands what it takes to survive.

I have come to release a Mr Tom Jones.

And before, there was this soup, called soupe primordiale, this first soup bloop bloop bloop sort of dirty mud, no life, nothing.

Tom told me that he'd like to become a doctor.

Crawfish soup for me. Very well, monsieur.

Tom, I just don't feel like nothin' at all.

Mr. Gates.

Tom is the father of that bastard!

I shall never love another man but you, Tom.