[First we start with local ram goat, add some curry, a bit of salt, and as a species we’re doomed by hope, then of all-purpose seasoning. This marinates for about 12 hours.]
[Where there’s life, there’s hope, right? We’re blessed.]
[-Really? To caramelize? -Properly caramelize, yeah. With a low bow, she is gone in a haze of roses and hope? These are Gulf shrimp. Cook these pretty quickly.]
[The curtain falls on the Unending Night and we in Flavortown remain. Will we see you all again? I lean on this new dawn's hope. You will remain ever in our hearts. Et in Flavortown ego. We are here. We are here. We are here.]
[I mean, that's half dessert, half breakfast. It's excellent. Right amount of French toast. Sickness of hope deferred. It's not soggy. Not too sweet. The whipped cream with the ricotta in it...]
[Birthplace of a new year is in the heart of hope.]
[Carrie and Lowell. Such a long time ago. Like a dead horse. Meadowlark, drive your arrow. Season of hope (after the flood). Valentine, spurn my sorrow. Head on the floorboards (covered in blood). Drunk as a horsefly. Climb on the mattress pad. Twist my arm.]
[So, what are we gonna make? -Coconut cream filling. That's easy for you to say. Hope is really a thought though. BLEDSOE: We're gonna start off with some cream cheese. We're gonna add mascarpone cheese.]
[Sartre, J.-P. and Lévy, Benny, Hope Now: the 1980 interviews, tr.]
[Sometimes you have to know when to let hope go.]
[To prolong doubt was to prolong hope.]
[And when hope is gone, time is punishment.]
[I think it's better than what I thought it would be. It's fun. The unbearable persistence of hope. Good to see you guys again. You are a character.]
[Life and death; A Gift of Hope, a memoir.]
[SINCE 1922. HIS WORDS WERE FULL OF HOPE AND THREAT. LIKE THE STARS. AND IN ANNAPOLIS, MARYLAND. IRISH FOG...]
[(Justin) THE BOSS LADY. "BOSS LADY"? I'M SCARED. ART SHOULD BE A PLACE OF HOPE. ♪♪♪ WELCOME BACK. WE'RE AT THE DALLAS FARMERS MARKET, TRIPLE "D," AND WE'RE HANGING OUT AT THE PECAN LODGE]
[Pasta chorizo up. That tastes like hope feels. So what are we making first, chef? Are we doing pasta?]