Evans: Emeril, I've got a soup that's gonna make your palate think it's touched heaven, and you're the only person I'm showin' it to. Not Wolfgang.
Evans: Not the Iron Chef.
Evans: You're the only one.
Evans: Stop saying that, will you, you Bourbon Street nut?
Emeril: Ah, sounds great. Can I taste it?
Evans: You bet your ass you can. And remember, you're the only one.
Evans: Ah, no bam!