ONLY PERSON ON THE PLANE ✈️ | Tate Confidential Ep. 144
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The Porsche's I like fortune they need something They need a little something because they're a bit boring on their own.
Do you know what I mean?
I'm not sure.
Bro, it looks incredible.
I'm just deciding.
Interesting. Fuck.
I took myself a nice big jet.
Fuck outta here. I'm good.
Should be enough for one person.
Got a little bed at the back.
I want to take a nap.
TV screens, etc.
You're my only friend on this plane.
I have no one else but you.
Me? Yeah, you're my only friend on the plane.
No one else is coming. My name is Andrea.
Nice to meet you. Are you Romanian?
Yes. Ah, hello Andrea.
Nice to meet you. Nice to meet you.
Perfect. All right, I'll choose something in a little bit.
Thank you.
Cheers!
Perfect!
Music Oh, no. Tristan? Oh, you're not there.
What about Tristan? You sleeping? You chilling?
Oh. Tristan's not chilling on the plane.
Where's Tristan? T? T, where you at?
T? Tristan? Tristan, it's raining outside.
Yeah. And we live in a mess.
It's your mess. I'm happy.
I'm now a bare minimalist.
What are you eating?
No seasoning, no flavor.
That doesn't sound good. Got pills with zinc and calcium.
Where's Andrew? No idea.
Celery. Wipe it with my t-shirt.
Wipe the dirt off of my t-shirt first.
What is this? Where's Andrew?
I am now a monk.
What do you mean a monk?
There's like McDonald's here and shit.
That McDonald's coffee is not mine and you know it.
I do know that.
Celery, can of tuna, zinc and calcium pills.
Oh That's all the man needs.
But where's, where's Andrew?
So what's a nice towel?
Uhhhh Nice hot towel Bye!
Ooh, Luke, you knew how hot that was.
Luke, you fucking loser, you stupid little prick.
You tell me, I ain't supposed to do the count.
I lost all my numbers in my phone.
I've no one to talk to, I have no friends.
I'm saying Tom and John.
Off to Monte Carlo, Luke.
I wish I knew what to say, but I can't.
I'm going to go to the bathroom.
I'll give you a little discount.
$5.65 for Joe!
Joe!
Joe!
$5.65.
Joe!
I'll throw you in. Hi Luke,
what are you doing? Making a super Big Mac.
See this bread? It's bullshit.
Basically poison. So, you get nice chicken nuggets, you put it there, and you make a super Big Mac.
This is how they should sell Big Macs, but maybe I should take over McDonald's.
It's alright, don't worry, I have an idea.
Jason, what are you doing? I'm making a super fillet of fish.
We all know fillet of fishes are the best sandwiches that McDonald's sell.
Everybody knows that. So if I scrape the sauce and the fish and the cheese from this one and transplant it into this one, I have double the flavor Double the flavor.
Double the flavor. With half of the bread.
So wait, wait, so why don't they sell these?
Why don't they sell them like this?
This is a business masterclass.
Andrew can't be eating it better than us.
It's impossible. No way.
That's fucking excellent. Man, I wonder what Andrew's fucking eating.
He's probably eating fucking bullshit.
He's not eating like this. No way.
No way. Double the flavor.
Double the power. So now I've invented the quarter pound mac.
So what you do is you take the standard McDonald's quarter pounder with all of its ketchup, cheese, and pickles.
You toss off the first bit of bread.
Okay. Then you open up your Big Mac and you take this piece of bread that they put in the middle of the Big Mac.
You scrape off the cheesy saucy goodness.
Okay. And you replace the piece of bread with your quarter pound meat slab.
Okay. Then you have a Big Mac, but instead of having a crappy piece of bread in the middle, you have a quarter pounder slice in the middle.
I call it the quarter pound Mac.
The quarter pound Mac?
Mm-hmm. Why does no one come up with this stuff?
I know, you'd think that a multi-billion dollar corporation like McDonald's could think a little bit and actually come up with products that are decent.