That much butter could kill a guy.
That much woman could kill a guy.
[Isabella] So, take the bananas lices,
add some brown sugar and let it melt.
Then, a pinch of ground clove and a generous amount of cinnamon.
Now, we add a dash of cachaca, which will allow the sauce to caramelize.
- [ Sizzling ] - And remember,
you are to cook with your eyes and nose.
- God, who the hell is he? - And who are those men with guitars?
This way, you will learn to trust your senses.
[ Singing in Portuguese ]
Cut ! No. No, no, no. Let it roll.
Somebody get me some aspirin now.
[Man] Hey, it's that guy.
- Oh, my God. - Did they rehearse this?
- Wait, wait, wait, wait! - You want him to keep singing?
- Yes! Yes! -Just go out there and hover.
Keep it moving. Keep it rolling.
Okay. Now we are going to transfer the bananas onto our dessert plate.
-[Continues] - Put the skillet back on the fire.
- Add a bit of water to the glazing. - [ Groans ]
It's a spic]y, fragrant dish...
that I'm sure you will enjoy.
Thank you.
All right. Just wait one second.
- And we're out. - Are you out of your mind?
Of course I'm out of my mind. You're avoiding me!
Ignoring me. You're not giving me the slightest chance...
to make it up to you, and that's not like you, Isabella.
- I'm your husband! - This is the husband.
- He's cute. - [ Groans ]
Take him. Take him. Take him. Come on. This way.
Take him. Good-bye. Whoo! You're outta here.
- [ Grunting ] - Settle down!
You can't arrest a man for talking to his own wife.
Since when did singing become a crime?
[Door Slams Shut]
[Bossa Nova]
[ Singing in Portuguese ]
Fantastic. We got to get a hold of this guy. Read this.
Okay. Um, "Isabella's bold, sensual dishes...
"bubble to the pulse of their guitars.
- Oh, I can see it now. - "A feast for the palate,
and now a feast for a girl's eyes too."
- Good, huh? - Uh, Bolder than Julia Child,
butcher than Ed McMahon"?
- That's for Monica, but what can I say? - So?
So, I want you to get Toninho and the troubadours back on the set tonight.
[ Stammering ] Isabella hates him!
- Oh, you think so. - I know-- I know so. She told me.
- And you believe her? - Yes, I believe her.
Look, Cliff. I'm not blind. You like Isabella.
That's fine. But we happen to be doing a cooking show here.
And this Toninho kid is the missing ingredient.
He may not be good for Isabella, but he's going to be perfect for the ratings!
I'm telling you, Alex. Isabella will never agree to it.
Well, that's why you're a producer.
No, okay? No! I won't do it!
- It's too much. - The public loves him. What can I do?
Okay, the public loves him. Then, he can have his own show.
- But not with me. - I don't like it, you don't like it...
and Monica doesn't like it, but the truth is that the two of you together--
Well, on screen, I mean, have certain chemistry...
that the public... adores.
And the ratings are going up so fast.
[ Sighs ] And the bottom line is...
if Toninho's not on the show, Alex said he will either cancel the show...
or replace you.
You know... I think you're right.
[ Chuckles ]
Let's see what happens.
Great. I knew you'd understand.
Mmm. Thank you. Great.
I'm just waiting for the other shoe to drop.
[Bossa Nova]
[ Singing in Portuguese ]
Hey, Tito Puente! You're outta here. Thank God.
Hello. I'm Cliff Lloyd. I'm here to take you to the station.
You're being offered a position on Isabella's show.
I knew she would send for me.
- She didn't. The station manager did. - He's the one who wants you.
She doesn't. You have a lot to learn about women.
Monica, what am I supposed to do about this Toninho guy?
Oh, my God. I'm-- I'm sorry.
What's the matter, honey? Ain't you never seen a girl in her altogether...
- not all together before? - N-N-No.
- I mean, yeah. - Okay. Stop.
So, you got it bad for Isabella, huh?
Yeah, I guess I do. I mean, what does she see in this guy?
You know, aside from the fact that he is gorgeous,
c]harming and sings like an angel--
Whoo! Mmm! No, honey, I am just kidding.
So, this is none of my business--
which, of course, makes me much more interested--
but if you're thinking about making a move on Isabella,
you might wanna learn a thing or two about Brazilian women.
Like what?
- Let me see your watch. - Okay.
Thanks.
- Tag Heuer. Whoo! - Yeah.
- What the hell! - If you wanna learn about Isabella,
you have to learn about Brazil.
- That's a $1,000 watch. - Now, Brazil is more than a country.
See, Brazil-- it's a sensation.
It's a mood you can't describe.
You can't define it. You can only feel it.
Okay. Try. Try.
It's, uh, it starts in the South, in Porto Alegre, see?
- Uh-huh. - It makes its way up to Recife, right?
It's the drums of Candomble.
It's the, the samba of Carnaval...
and the tom-toms of the Yoruba.
You know, you feel it in the soles of your feet, up to your knees.
- to your - all the way to your heart. - Oh!
You forget the watch, okay?
You have the moon. You have the tide. You have the stars.
Isabella is Brazil,
and Brazil is Isabella.
And if you want her, don't try.
Don't plan or prepare.
Feel.
- Whoo! - Whoo!
[ Whistle Blowing ]
Melons are like boyfriends. Shall I tell you why?
To get a single good one, you must 100 try.
But why try more than you have to?
Hello. I am Isabella Oliveira.
And welcome to a special edition of Passion Food.
Today, we'll be creating a symphony off fruits from around the world.
We'll be right back.
Cut! Excellent, Isabella. Two minutes, guys.
How does she do that?
Don't try to understand it. Just feel it.
I'm so happy to see you. You look radiant today.
Thank you.
You know, there is something we need to talk about.
What are you doing?
I can't help it.
- Can you please stop sniffing my hair? - Gimme a kiss.
No.
Just one.
You know...
I think we should get a divorce.
Hmm?
- A what? - A divorce?
There goes the other shoe.
- What the hell is going on? - I don't know.
Okay, everybody. Five seconds. We're out of commercial.
-[Bossa Nova] - In three, two...
[ Mouthing Words ]
When it comes to melons, here is a tip.
Wh-Wh-Wh-Why isn't he singing?
Don't ask, just feel.
I will never give you a divorce. Never!
- You're my wife, and I love you! - Pull it! Pull it now!
- Pull it now. - Listen to me!
Wings. Jeopardy! Mad About You.
[ Cliff] Small Wonder. Infomercials. Just get it!
- Oh, my God! - Whatever, just pull it!
-[Cliff] You moron! - What?
- I'm gonna take you-- - Oh, man!
- You little Latin mambo mouth! - Do you know what you've just done?
- This is live television. - Then, everyone will know I love her,
you butt-licking, television slave!
- Take that... and that! - Aah! Aah!
Cavemen! Cavemen!
Shh. You naughty girl, I hardly recognize you.
I hardly recognize myself.
No, Cliff, you're not fired. Not yet.
We're gonna be on the 11:00 news.
" Real-life romance on hot, new cooking show."
[ Laughs ] See ya.
What am I doing wrong? Is it because I love her too much?
If you love her so much, why are you parking...
the welcome wagon at the neighbor's?
Oh, you wouldn't understand. You're not a man.
Honey, that's probably the nicest thing you ever said to me.
I can't believe that she's punishing me so hard 'cause of one stupid mistake.
One stupid mistake, honey?
You've been smothering her from the beginning.
-Stashed in the back of that restaurant. -She was the cook!
The cook? Okay. Father help us, okay? [ Inhales Deeply]
Let's try the basic]s. Why don't you try to be her friend ?
- Her friend? - Now trust me. I watch a lot of Oprah.
Friendship is the basis of any good relationship.
A relationship? We didn't have a relationship.
We were in love!
- Like Romeo and Juliet. - Yes.
- Or Tristan and Isolde? - Yes!
- Sonny and Cher! They ended up dead. - Yes!
- Dead, but in love. - Except for Cher.
Toninho, you are... a macho, romantic...
primitive heterosexual.
Honey, that's so 20th century.
Look. Step into the present, okay?
Look at Cliff. Now he knows how to be her friend.
And I think she's responding too.
- Cliff? - Yes.
- What could she see in that clown? - Oh, I don't know.
Apart from the fact that he's sweet and modern and sensitive--
Whock it out! Steel!
I'm just kidding. [ Laughs ]
[ Door Closes ]
What are you doing here?
I thought I could help you at the market.
Like I used to. Remember? May l?
- No. Thank you. - Mm. All right.
Maybe I could do the shopping for you every day.
This way, you won't have to wake up so early.
Toninho, why are you doing this?
- Because I wanna be your friend. - My friend?
Yes.
So, you mean if I have a problem with a lover,
- can I come to you for advice? - You have a lover?
- Not yet. - [ Sighs ]
Do you think you can love someone else?
- Yes. - No!
For each person, there is only one perfect mate.
The moment we met, I knew it was you,
and you knew it was me.
So, if we give up now, you c]an never love this way again.
Who gave up-- me or you?
I didn't give up.
I made a mistake, and I regret it.
Please, Isabella. Give me another chance.
I can't live without you.
I'll do anything you want.
Toninho, don't make it harder.
We can be friends.
But I just don't... Love you any more.
I'm sorry.
[Rafii] Listen tome. You gotta come back.
There are still no fish in the sea.
And the fishermen are... desperate.
You're gonna lose this restaurant.
Sorry, Rafii. I can't come home without Isabella.
Give everyone their severance.
Beyond that, I can't say.
[Man Singing in Portuguese]
[Cliff] You're becoming a star, Isabella.
Doesn't that make you happy?
I guess.
Look. I did everything I could to get Toninho off the show.
- They just-- - It's okay.
It doesn't matter anymore.
[Continues]
[Bossa Nova]
[ Singing in Portuguese ]
- [ No Audible Dialogue ] -[Continues]
The last and most important ingredient...
is to share it with someone you love.
-[Continues] - Thank you.
[Continues]
[Fades]
Hey. What's up with you?
I don't know.
Everything is going so well.
And I feel as if the wind is blowing right through me.
Oh, baby. What you feel is lonely.
Sweetheart, you need to fall in love again and fast.
Mm. I'm not in the mood for love.
Well, of course you're not. You're out of practice.
It takes an effort. Honey, if you don't eat, you don't get hungry.
-[Door Opens] - Okay, hold on to your peppers.
You are not going to believe this.
The network just called. They are flying in some executives tomorrow.
The show might be going national.
- Whoo! - Yes! [ Laughs ]
We're going national!
- We're going national - Oh-a, oh-a
National
Hey, what's going on?
Aren't you happy? This was our dream.
Well, I am happy. I'm just tired.
Oh.
Will you take me out tonight?
Yeah! Sure.
Great. We can-- We c]an work on some ideas for the show.
No, not for work, for fun.
Can it be just fun?
Fun?
I can do fun.
Um-- [ Laughs ]
[ Sighs ]
- [ Buzz ] - [ Grunts ]
Wow. You look beautiful.
Whoa!
[Keys Hit Floor]
Isabella.
[Glass Breaks]
[Phone Ringing]
[Ring]
[Answering Machine] Hi. This is Isabella.
- Please leave a message after the tone. -[Beep]
[Toninho On Answering Machine] Isabella? Are you there?
Isabella, I know you want me to go away,
- Should I turn that off? -and I've given you every reason to.
But I want you to know that what ever you do,
I will always love you.
Anyway, here's this for you.
[Bossa Nova]
[Toninho Singing in Portuguese]
[ Cliff Moans ]
Wait!
- Oh! - Ow!
I want to fall in love again.
[Toninho Continues]
[ Tape Rewinding ]
- Isabella. Isabella, wait, wait. - What?
Look. There's nothing I would like more--
- Did I do something wrong? - No, no, no.
I just-- Look. I think this guy still has his hooks in you.
That's not true.
Isabella, I really like you.
I just think you need some time to figure out what you want.
I'll be around.
Good night.
[Door Closes]
Oh, it's anemic. It's bloody anemic.
Give me a darker bronze there, will you?
[Photographer] Oh, Isabella, ducks.
I'm going to need a big Julia Roberts' smile from you in about 15, okay?
Much brighter, okay? Bring it up a little more. I wanna see her.
- Cliff. - Yeah.
I'm not sure about this dress.
What are you talking about? You look unbelievable.
Look. It's just for one show.
The executives wanted to see you in something less... ethnic.
Ethnic.
- Cliff. Alex on line four. - Yeah.
Okay. Look. You look beautiful.
Really. Okay.
[ Sighs ]
[Photographer] Right. There we go. Good.
[Waves Crashing]
[Bossa Nova]
[Man Singing in Portuguese]
Yemanja,
I offer you these pearls...
so the fish will come back to Bahia.
But about Isabella--
stay out of my business.
This is her decision. And mine.
When human love is strong enough,
no god-- not even you, Yemanja-- can take it away.
Yemanja be praised.
[Continues]
-[Man] Yeah, that's good. -[Man #2] Let's do it.
Oh, Mother! [ Chuckles ]
Who dressed you? Vann White?
The suits. It looks very bad?
Baby, nothing looks bad on you. You're beautiful.
They better not come near my wardrobe.
- Where is Toninho? - Toninho quit two hours ago.
- Stand by, everyone! - He quit?
- Why? - I don't know.
Maybe he went back to his restaurant.
- There is no restaurant. - He lost it.
No fish, no chef, no Toninho,
- no restaurant. - [ Speaking Portuguese ]
- What? - Okay, one minute.
[Monica] Okay, baby. Snap out of it. We got a show to do.
Come on.
- What is this? - Tabasco.
I don't use Tabasco. This is Brazilian cooking.
- Can I have my malagueutas? - Orders from the network.
They said "malaguetas" are too hard for viewers to find.
-[Woman] Thirty-seconds! - Don't worry.
What about the lights?
Network wants it brighter.
- In five... four... - Stop!
[ Whispering, indistinct ]
-[Bossa Nova] - Good evening. I am Isabella Oliveira.
[Man] Uh, Cliff, the gentleman wanted more close-ups on Isabella.
- Forget the mariachis. - And lose the freak.
She's not a freak. She-- He's really very pleasant.
Hey, hey. Whatever you like, bud but not on this show, okay?
Today, we are going to create a classic dish from the north of Brazil--
- "Bobo de Camaraoes. " -[Man] Okay, move in.
Stay--Stay-- Have him stay tight on her.
Don't loose it. Keep it nice and bright.
-[Cliff] Okay. - Think sexy. okay?
[ Laughing ] Good. Great.
Garnish it with far of a and a sliced avocado.
And be sure and enjoy it with someone you love.
- Okay. Good job. Let's go get her. - All right?
[Buzzer Buzzes]
- It was terrific. - Brava!
You are going to love being a part of our family, Isabella.
We promise we have big things in mind for you, okay?
- It was great! - How c]an you go along with this?
Look. I know it's rough, but they just have...
a more streamlined vision of the show because it's going national,
- and everybody's excited. - Vision?
I thought that was my department.
Of course it is, but this is bigger than us now.
And look. These guys love you, Isabella.
They love you so much, they want you to be the whole focus of the show.
And what does that mean?
[ Stammering ] They think Monica might be too much for the Midwest.
I'm so sorry, Monica.
These guys are businessmen. You know, they can't sell drag in Albuquerque.
Cliff, I'm not going to do the show without Monica.
But you have to do the show. I mean, this is your dream!
This is not my dream. This is your dream.
- For me, this is a nightmare. - Isabella, please.
You're a star now. You belong to the world, to your fans.
This isn't really your decision anymore.
- No? - No.
You know what?
I quit.
[ Cheering ]
That creep. He turned out to be Just as bad as all the rest.
Well, maybe that wasn't Cliff's finest hour,
but I'm sure he wasn't trying to hurt anybody on purpose.
He's just a little confused. Poor baby.
Hey, Izzy.
- Let's go home and get wasted. - Okay.
[Guitar Playing Softly]
[Toninho Yelling] Isabella!
- [ Groans ] - [ Groans ]
[ Laughs ]
Sweet bird of youth, girl. Come see this. Come on.
Isabella!
I want you to lead when we dance!
I want you to drive the car!
I want you on top!
I wouldn't want you any other way!
- Oh, my God. - Can you hear me?
[ Singing in Portuguese ]
Go on! Go, go, go!
[Instrumental Continues]
[Thunder Rumbling]
Oh, boy. Love versus voodoo.
Why couldn't you have been like this before?
I don't know. But I'm like this now.
Now is too late.
Kiss me, then tell me that.
[Thunderclap]
[ Gasps ] Ooh la la! This looks bad.
Isabella, what happened to you?
[ Sighs ]
What have I done?
Almost.
Get it up.
Let's go.
[Vomiting, Gasping]
You're cooking now?
I have to make an offering to Yemanja and ask her to undo the spell.
Isabella, Serafina told you the spell is irreversible. It won't work.
It has to work. She will understand and give me back my love.
But-- Oh!
What's wrong with these stupid eggs? Damn it!
Monica!
- I've lost it. - Oh.
Oh, girl, it's not the prettiest thing I ever seen.
But, um, listen, I'm sure it tastes--
Try it.
Mmm. [ Gags ]
- I can't cook anymore. - Uh, no.
Honey, everybody has an off day. It's fine.
Look. Everything is ruined!
Okay. Listen. Calm down, okay? We'll fix it.
We'll... use the souffle as a base, pretty it up with this stuff.
Girl, she'll never know the difference.
[Thunder Rumbling]
Yemanja, please...
don't reject my offering.
Give me back my love.
Merda.
[Toninho] Isabella.
Toninho.
How did you know I was here?
Monica told me.
I came to say good-bye.
I wish there was something I could do.
There is. Why don't we cook something before I go?
- For old times' sake. - I don't think I can cook anymore.
Neither can I. But together, maybe we can find a way.
[Bossa Nova]
It's working.
[Woman Vocalizing]
[Woman Singing in Portuguese]
[Thunderclap]
It's salty.
It tastes like seawater.
- Toninho. - Yes.
- I love you. - You love me?
Isabella.
[Man And Woman] Singing in Portuguese]
[Monica] Thus, ends our story of Isabella and her Toninho.
They lived happily ever after.
And so did we.
Yemanja be praised.
[Man And Woman Singing in Portuguese]
[Continues]
[Up-tempo, Bossa Nova]
[Slower Tempo]