The Menu dropped in theaters across the nation yesterday, November 18th. I will have a review of the movie coming soon, so make sure to stop back by to check it out. It will be linked down below. In the meantime, I wanted to share a list of some of the best quotes from the film. Check out these 100+ of the best and most delicious The Menu movie quotes.
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The Menu Parents Guide Movie Review
The Menu Movie Quotes
Please don’t smoke; it will kill your palate.
Then my palate will be happy.
What are we eating? A rolex?
Great. Power tasting.
It’s official. Tonight will be madness.
Pond scum. Delicious.
We’ll endeavor to make your evening as pleasurable as possible.
See. People still know me.
Good thing we’re pros.
Here we are, family.
We never burn anything unless by design.
We know everyone who dines with us.
Jesus Christ, I want to live inside this thing.
Tonight, it will be our pleasure to feed you.
Do not eat. Taste. Savor. Relish.
What happens inside this room is meaningless compared to what happens outside.
You’re the customer, they are here to serve you. It doesn’t matter if he likes you or not.
We’re eating the ocean.
He is going to keep doing that?
Please enjoy the accompany of the acompanyment.
He’s basically insulting you.
He’s not just a chef; he’s a storyteller.
You’ll eat less than you desire and more than you deserve.
You haven’t touched your food.
The menu only makes sense if you eat.
I’m perfectly capable of deciding when I eat and what.
Longing and regret, my favorite.
Next course is called memory, and that is exactly what it is meant to invoke.
This has been a staple since day one. It has put us on the map.
We hope this taco night evokes strong memories for us all.
He hates me. I knew it.
How did they get these?
I’m sorry, but chef never reveals his recipes.
A f*cking taco that can hold up in court.
You do not send anything back in this kitchen, you child.
What’s behind that silver door?
Shut up and eat.
I need to know why you don’t eat.
I guess I’m not very hungry.
You shouldn’t be here tonight.
Who are you?
He aspires to greatness, but he’ll never achieve it.
This is what you’re paying for.
It’s all part of the menu.
You’re just simply wrong.
I’m a name-dropping wh*re.
To proceed, I need to know where to sit you—with us or with them.
We’re all going to die tonight.
Our menu is strictly timed.
It’s our side or theirs.
Think we have better knife skills than them?
Please, let me help you back to your table.
Sometimes all you need is a good cup of tea.
You enable her filth.
Your ego is fed.
Most people consider themselves blessed if they have eaten here more than once.
It wasn’t cod, you donkey.
I’ve been fooled trying to satisfy people who could never be satisfied.
I don’t need your money.
There are no substitutions.
That silence means I’m free.
All of this is not meant for me.
You belong here with your own breed.
I know what a bad customer is.
I haven’t desired to cook for someone in ages.
Come join me inside; it’s getting chilly.
There was a time that would’ve meant a lot to me, Miss Bloom.
I usually don’t like foam, but…
So, you know my husband?
It doesn’t work if you live. The menu.
Everyone dying was my pitch, actually. I’m super proud of it.
Party’s over.
You’re a cook. Cooks belong in the kitchen.
A handsome boy.
A new dicing method which we have been willingly ignorant.
It’s actually quite bad.
Now you’re free too.
We strive for perfection, which we know does not exist. That is a hard truth.
Margo is now one of us, Elsa.
Do you want to know why you’re being punished?
What happens to an artist when he loses his purpose? It’s pitiful.
I’m sorry. You’re dying.
Do you think you’re special?
I take care of the customers so chef can take care of the menu.
You will not replace me.
I am a monster.
No. I was a monster and a wh*re.
I can no longer be hurt.
I see you found our radio.
Clear the dining room immediately.
In a kitchen, we all work together, or nothing works at all.
You’re an eater. You’re a taker like all the rest.
I don’t like your food, and I would like to send it back.
You’ve taken the joy out of eating.
When I eat your food, it tastes like it was made with no love.
You cook with obsession, not love.
You failed and you bore me, and the worst part is I’m still hungry.
Now that is a cheeseburger.
Thank you for everything.
I told you you weren’t leaving.
We must embrace the flame.
We must be cleansed and made clean.
I love you all.