All language subtitles for Eddies.Million.Dollar.Cook-Off.2003.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

(CROWD CHATTERING)

Marcus, Jordan!

Heads up!

I got it!

I got it! I got it!

(BOTH GRUNT)

I said I got it.

Then why didn't you get it?

Okay.

Kimberly, this one's for you!

Oh!

No, wait!

No, Okay! Wait!

Kimberly, your shoes!

(GRUNTS)

I'm okay!

Marcus, Jordan, come on!
Cut it out!

You know how I like it!
Right here!

There we go! There we go!

(GROANS)

You broke my hand.

I didn't break your hand,
you big baby!

Your finger's just dislocated!

Here! I'll reset it!

Frankie.

-No. No, stay away from me!
-Frankie!

Come on, it won't hurt.

Stay away!

It's okay.

Frankie!

This one's going long.

(GRUNTS)

Aah!

(GLASS SHATTERING)

-(CANS SMASHING)
-Aah!

How many times have I gotta tell ya?

Never open the flaps
when the Groundhogs are warming up.

(GRUNTS)

Well, it looks like we got
the whole team back.

Yep, it sure does.

I'm real sorry about that, coach.

Yep. Me, too.

Me, too.

Well, at least we still got Eddie.

Heads!

All right, guys, let's go!

Frankie, Oliver,
let's take it around the infield!

Yeah, at least we got Eddie.

Yes! Nice catch!

Okay, Groundhogs, come on!
Let's play some ball!

Let's show the players what we're made of!

Hey, Oliver, you hang tough.
Kimberly, watch out! Your shoe's...

-(THUD)
-KIMBERLY: Ooh!

KIMBERLY: I'm okay!

Okay, Groundhogs,
first game of the season.

I really think this could
be a winning year for us.

I'd be happy with winning anything.

We beat the Panthers last year.

They had the chickenpox.

-I know that!
-No, you don't!

Also important to remember,
this is a building year.

Hey, sorry I'm late.
Did I miss anything?

Uh, Hannah,
why are you so...pink?

Oh. My mom thinks I'm here
trying out to be a cheerleader.

Whoever heard of
a baseball cheerleader?

I think it's cool.
We could use a cheerleader.

-I want to be a cheerleader.
-Go for it.

I'm just telling her that.

Just 'cause she
was the ultimate cheerleader,

she thinks I should be one, too.

-Has she met you?
-(LAUGHING)

-(THUD)
-(ALL LAUGHING)

-UMPIRE: Play ball!
-(CHEERING)

-There you go.
-Thank you.

Hey, batter, batter,
batter, batter, batter!

Hannah! Anticipate.

Aaron, put something into it.
You're throwing like a girl.

And, Oliver, could you be
any more out of position?

Other than that, good job, everybody!

(CHUCKLES)

-They're very fragile at this age.
-(SIGHS)

Okay. Ogden's playing it
close to the base...

Ready for the line drive.

Okay. Heads up! Heads up,
everybody! Heads up!

EDDIE: This is it.

This could be the championship.

(CHEERING)

-Out!
-(LAUGHS)

Hey, hey! That was pretty good.

We actually might win a couple of games.

Oh, yeah.
Oh, yeah.

ANNOUNCER: That's it, folks.
What a game!

Players ten, Groundhogs...three.

FRANKIE: Man!

ANNOUNCER: Next up,
it's last year's champions...

Good job, guys. Good job!
See ya tomorrow afternoon.

Now, remember, Groundhogs,

it's time to get serious
about winning, huh?

Time to get a new team name.

More fierce, less rodent.

Time to get a new bat.

This one can't hit a thing.

I'll tell you what it's time for.

Eddie dogs.

I've been waiting all year
for one of these.

(MOUTHS) Oh, Yeah.

A little horseradish for heat,

jalapeño to make us men,

and they're done.

Mmm!

Mmm!

Hey, it's a couple of Grounder Hogs.

-(CHANTING) Losers!
-Just in case you didn't know,

this is what a baseball looks like.

You wouldn't know a baseball
if I served it to you for dinner.

(CHANTING) (JEERING) Losers!

Hey, don't walk away from me
when I'm talking to you. Come back here.

I'd give anything to beat those guys.

All right, then let's beat 'em.

Every year's always a building year
for us, anyway.

We might as well build
towards something.

-Really?
-Yeah, really.

Okay, that's what
this season is all about...

Beating the Eagles.
Are you with me?

-Yeah!
-Yeah!

Did you hear?

College scout coming
to the Eagles practice tomorrow.

Why aren't they coming to see Eddie?

He's the best player in the league.

True. But you know as well as I do...

Groundhog practices,
sometimes they ain't so pretty.

(SQUISHING)

-Uh-oh. I feel it, too.
-(BOYS SHOUTING)

Brace yourself.

-Where is it?
-SARAH: Hi, guys!

-EDDIE: Hi, Mom! How's it going?
-Hi, Honey.

-Hey.
-Whole team back?

-Yep.
-Oh. Sorry.

EDDIE: Come on, guys.
The game's on.

-Did you hear something?
-No, I didn't hear a thing.

DB: See, 32! Now, change it back!

Hey, Eddie.

-What's the matter?
-Hey, listen.

You know, if you ever decide
you don't want to be a Groundhog...

Why wouldn't I want to be a Groundhog?

I know it's frustrating for you
never really being able

to play the game
you're capable of playing.

What are you talking about?
I play all the time.

No, that's not... Eddie,
there's a lot at stake for you this year.

If this is gonna be your future,

we really need to step your
game up another notch.

Okay. (CHUCKLES)

-DB: Ow! Get off my head!
-Whoa!

Alex, get off of DB.
He's a guest.

Why do you have to put
that kind of pressure on him?

-It's just a game.
-Wedgie!

Mom, it is not just a game.

See? Eddie knows what
I'm talking about.

The point is, with Eddie,

it could be more than just a game.
I know he's only 14, but,

there's a chance he
could have a pro career

or at least a scholarship.

It's not crazy to think a pro scout
might spot him and...

Have you ever heard him say

he wants to be a professional
baseball player?

(SCOFFS)

I think I got a pretty good handle
on what Eddie wants.

Eddie, tell your mother.

I'm gonna put some
brown sugar in here.

We'll let the brown sugar melt...

HANK: Eddie.

-Eddie!
-What? Uh...

-Oh, yeah, that'd be great.
-Hmm?

(BOYS SHOUTING)

Why do you have
to push like that?

If it's something he really wants,
he'll figure out how to make it happen.

I'm not pushing.
I'm steering.

There's a big difference.

-Ow!
-What happened? You all right?

Ah! Everybody calm down.
I just cut my finger. I'm fine.

Are you sure?
Let me see it.

No, really, just
a couple of stitches.

Stitches? How bad is it?

Honey, I can't help you
if you won't let me see it.

No. You know
how you are with blood.

Honestly. One time
in a man's...

Ooh, I better sit down.

(SARAH SIGHS)

Sweetie, would you put
the food away, please?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

(HANK MOANING)

SARAH: Hank, deep breath.

There's a paper bag on the floor.

ANDY: Oh, it looks like
he's gonna be sick.

SARAH: Somebody open a window, quick.

Well, at least we can watch the game now.

(GAME PLAYING ON TV)

(SNIFFS)

Is any of this
stuff edible?

Man, I'm starving.

Figures. Game's over already.

You know you got a piece
of raw chicken in your hand?

Hey, what if instead
of putting this stuff away,

we make something out of it?

Let me think.
Uh...No.

Come on, it'd be cool,

and my mom would be
totally surprised.

I'd rather pull out
my nose hairs.

I'm with him. I'd rather
pull out his nose hairs.

Besides, you don't
even know how to cook.

Sure, I do.

Kinda.

I make Eddie dogs.
How hard can this be?

Fresh. Still some crunch.

Over here.

Are you sure the shells
are supposed to be in there?

Hey, now, I'm just asking.

-Cinnamon.
-Cinnamon.

Cinnamon.

-Basil.
-Basil.

Basil.

-Cardamom.
-Cardamom.

Cardamom.

-Caraway.
-Caraway.

Caraway.

Come on, buddy. Keep it going.

Get that for me, get that for me.
Get that for me. Thank you.

It's going good. It's going good.
Mash 'em.

Yeah.

Hey, we got pizza!

-How's mom?
-I'm fine.

Dad fainted twice.

I didn't faint.
Men pass out, they don't faint.

Did you put
the food away, honey?

Nope. I cooked it instead.

Okay, there's no way
I'm eating that.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Move it or lose it.

Hey, how about that?

SARAH: Well, I, for one,
am quite impressed.

You boys have done an amazing job.

Hey, don't look at us.
We had nothing to do with it.

It was all Eddie.

Yeah, it was like he was
possessed or something.

Well, we're gonna have
to start calling you "Chef Eddie."

-(ALL LAUGHING)
-More like Eddie Crocker.

-Ooh!
-Ooh!

At least now I know what
to get you for your birthday.

-An apron!
-(ALL LAUGHING)

Or an easy-bake oven.

Knock it off.

You know, now,
he always did like

making little cookies
with his Play-Doh.

-No, I didn't!
-Okay, I think that's enough.

Oh, come on, Mom. Look.

It's Edwina, the daughter
you've always wanted.

-Come on.
-Hi, I'm Edwina.

I'm the little French chef
in the eighth grade,

and my hobbies are cooking
and...and, well, cooking!

I said knock it off!

Oh, come on, relax, Eddie.
We're just teasing ya.

It's not like anybody thinks you're gonna
trade in your baseball mitt

for an oven mitt.

(BOYS LAUGHING)

ANDY: I don't know, Dad,

do they let girls play
in major league baseball?

-Ohh!
-(BOYS LAUGHING)

-SARAH: All right.
-HANK: Guys! Guys!

(BOYS LAUGHING)

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

No. Forget it.

No way. I'm not
taking wood shop, okay?

I like having ten fingers.

I can throw a baseball,
I can hold a pencil,

and it means I can do this.

Frankie, you're not listening.
It's the easiest class.

How hard can it be
to make a birdhouse?

Besides, if you cut
something off,

they pack it in ice,
sew it back on. No big deal.

Guys, guys,
you're not even listening, okay?

Alex and Andy both said
that computer science

is the class to take.
Everyone gets an A,

and for homework,
you get to play video games.

-Hey.
-Hmm.

No, mom, I'm not playing
on the computer.

I'm just studying
for my final.

They better have
an advanced placement,

'cause I've been zapping and
blowing stuff up since I was, like, three.

(DB LAUGHING)

Hey, Eddie, come on!
We're gonna be late for registration.

Sorry. I guess I, uh...

I just never really noticed
that room before.

Yeah, I know how you feel.

I got the heebie-jeebies
the first time I saw it.

(KIDS SHOUTING)

ALL: Go!

Sign us up!
We'll hold 'em back.

Okay.

(KIDS SHOUTING)

DB: Go! Go!

M-m-my pen is broken.
I need a pen!

FRANKIE: Pen! Pen!
Who has a pen?

Get it! Get it!
Come on!

Eddie!
Where are you?

EDDIE: Sign it! Sign it!

-Yes!
-Yes!

Computer science!

-Yes!
-Yes!

Welcome to Home Economics.

Oh, we're going to have
so much fun together.

Eddie, I cannot
believe you did this.

-Sorry.
-Here's the deal.

Nobody, and I mean absolutely nobody,
knows about this.

It goes double
for my brothers.

I know one person who's
gonna know for sure.

Hannah?
What are you doing here?

I took field hockey as an elective
the last two quarters.

I thought my mom's head might
explode if I took it again.

What's your excuse?

Eddie's an idiot.
He grabbed the wrong clipboard.

All right, guys.
For the quadrillionth time, I'm sorry,

but I bet it's way better
than taking computer science.

Look. What's that all about?

Check it out.
Custom cooking utensils.

Somebody should have signed up
for "Get-a-Life 101."

(LAUGHING)

Get a life? That's really hilarious.
Look, you little sprite.

Every quarter there's
a group of stupid boys

who get stuck in here
because they were too stupid

to sign up for
computers, or whatever,

and start acting all...

Stupid?

Exactly, but I swear,
if you don't sit down and shut up,

I'm gonna julienne you up one
side and back down the other.

Am I making myself clear?

Uh, not really.
What's "julienne"?

It means to chop into thin strips.

Bridget, stop scaring
the new students...

(CHUCKLES) And me.

Mrs. Hadley, I was
going over the text,

-and I have some suggestions...
-Bridget, whoa.

I kinda need to welcome
the class, take roll,

go over some basic
kitchen safety info.

So, now, here's
a little something,

a little something that should
start things off with a bang.

I have entry forms for the 35th annual

Million-Dollar Scholastic Cook-Off.

Can you really win
a million dollars?

No, no, no. That's just how much
they give out in scholarships.

No, it comes
with a small cash prize

and a scholarship to the country's
pre-eminent culinary institute.

What's a cook-off, you ask?

Well, it's open to all students,
eighth grades and above.

And that's you people.

I was a finalist when
I was in high school.

Hmm...

To enter, a student must
submit an original recipe,

and then, if selected for the finals,

the student will be put
through a live cooking exam

to test their mastery
of the craft.

I know, I know. It sounds
pretty exciting,

so if you'd like a form,

I have...

Anybody else?

Anybody at all?

No? Oh.

Okay. Well, there never is.

Um, I thought that we'd
start with something basic,

just let you get
your hands kinda...

kinda floury, so to speak.

(CHUCKLES)
Get it?

No. Nobody ever does.

Um...

Page 74, "Anatomy of a Cookie".

(SNORTS)

Man, Home Ec might
be totally boring,

but sitting around
talking about cookies?

How much easier can a class get?

Okay, this is
an excellent example

of why cooking time and temperature
is an integral part of baking.

(FIRE EXTINGUISHER HISSES)

(SIGHS) I'm sorry. I thought
they'd cook faster.

Hmm, is it possible for a cookie

to actually have
too many chocolate chips?

There's no way I'm gonna
be able to eat all of these...

But I can try.

(SIGHS)

(BELL RINGS)

(BELL RINGS)

Oh. My backpack.
Hold on.

(SIGHS) Ogden's at the fridge.
He needs an original recipe,

something no one has
ever tasted before.

The fans are on their feet.

What's it gonna be?

Feel free to speak up.

Cook-off, here we come.

Ohh!

(DOG WHIMPERS)

Man, even PB and J cannot get
rid of the taste of that last one.

(SIGHS) Okay.

It's clinch time,
and Ogden knows it.

He's about to make
the play of the game.

Peanut butter
and jelly smoothie.

It's bold.

It's daring.

Oh! Ow! Come on...

Please...stop!
Turn off!

It's...

(DOOR OPENS)

Someone's coming.

(THUMP)

(YAWNS)

(DOG WHINES)

(YAWNS)

Mmm.

(SIGHS) It's official.
He really is as dumb as he looks.

HANK: Eddie, I don't know what's going on
with you. You seem distracted.

The missed plays,
foot off the bag.

You know, if you're not gonna
take this seriously, why should I?

I'm taking it seriously.

Eddie, whether you like it or not,
you're the leader.

The team looks up to you
and expects you to set an example.

-I'm sorry.
-Baseball's got to be your priority...

And stop playing with your food.

You're dancing around
like a little girl.

Dad, baseball is my priority.

I swear, it's the most important
thing in the world to me.

I know it is.

I don't mean to come down hard on you.

(SIGHS)

It's just...

that you're so good,
and you got so much potential.

(SIGHS)

Less coach, more dad.

So, how was school today?

Did you sign up for computer science
like your brothers told you to?

Uh...Yeah. It was our very first choice.

Good boy.

Eddie, you'd tell me if something
was bothering you, right?

Yeah. Yeah, yeah.
No, everything's cool.

MRS. HADLEY:
...and although similar,

each leavening agent
has its own advantages and disadvantages.

Now, yeast is a living organism,

and it contains over
3,200 billion cells per pound.

Now, it comes in several
different forms.

We're gonna be working
today with the dry form.

There's a few that will be
using the baking powder

and the baking soda combo
for making tea breads,

but we're gonna be mostly
talking about the dry yeast.

Now, the most important
thing to remember...

Your turn. Pick a letter.

Uh...Q.

MRS. HADLEY: If the water's
too hot or too cold...

Man, you're really bad at this.

MRS. HADLEY: You'll end up with crackers.

All right, then, let's start cooking.

Okay, I'm done talking now.
You can move.

All right. Move it, people!

Hey.

What?

Hey.

And I said what?

So, have you found
your recipe yet,

you know, for the cook-off?

I'm working on it.
Why do you care?

Just curious.

Uh...Do you think people would ever use
peanut butter as a primary ingredient?

Well, the peanut is the most
versatile of the legumes,

So why couldn't it be the
cornerstone of any sound entry?

I'll take that as a yes.
Have you ever noticed that

-when you heat it up just right and...
-What are you doing?

Nothing.

We're talking about the cook-off.

-No, we're not.
-Yes, we are.

She's crazy.
Come on, we better get back to...

Hey, is there something
going on with you guys?

With me and Bridget?
Get real.

Hello! Standing right here.

It sounds to me
like someone's really

starting to take an interest
in this class.

No, I'm not. I hate this class.

Okay, "interest" might have
been a little strong.

Then...(CHUCKLES) What are
you doing over here?

I, uh...

I...

I just came over
here to do this.

Eddie.

-You know what I gotta do, right?
-DB...

If you must, you must.

Stay calm.
Take a deep breath.

And, class, everybody,
we don't want a...

Food fight!

(SHRIEKING AND LAUGHTER)

Food fight, now, that's the thing
we definitely want to avoid.

(SHRIEKING AND LAUGHTER)

Food fight!

Cover me.
I'm going in.

(SCREAMS, GRUNTS)

I swear, boys are never
setting foot in this class agai...

Apologies all around, ladies!

-(CRASH)
-Good arm, Hannah.

Oh! Martha Stewart never
had to put up with this.

Aah!

(SIGHS)

That was absolutely the best food fight
I've ever had in my entire life.

Even with a month of
Saturday detention.

Even better than that
summer camp soda massacre?

Even better than the ice cream fight
at my cousin's Sweet 16?

Totally.

Even better than the
second-grade spaghetti melee?

(SIGHS)

Hey.

It's gonna take Bridget like weeks
to get that cake batter out of her hair.

She should just enter herself
into that cook-off.

I guess I shouldn't have
blasted her with that egg.

EDDIE: That was so gross.

Hey, you know what's gross?

This.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, that is disgusting.

-That is nasty.
-Eeew.

Ohh!

Hey! Now, that's not bad.

Actually, that's better than not bad.
I'd have to say that's quite delicious.

What?

Hey, we missed lunch
and I'm hungry.

Mmm!

-FRANKIE: Good.
-Hey, this is great.

It tastes kinda like barbecue sauce,
only better.

Hey, you put this stuff on anything,
and I'll eat it.

Okay, we've got to find
out what was in this.

Do you remember what they
were making at this station?

And why is it purple?
What is this texture?

Does it remind you more
of applesauce or ketchup?

Dude.

Get a grip.

I mean, it's good, but it's
just a bowl of purple sauce.

-Well, yeah, but...
-But what?

Uh...But nothing.

Come on.
We still gotta wash down the ceiling.

Samson...

We have sauce.

All right, come on, guys!
We can do this!

Mmm!

Okay, Groundhogs, focus.
We're still in this.

Frankie.

Hey, I gotta keep up
with my Yankees.

-Okay, Jordan, come on!
-Come on, let's go.

Don't let those Panthers
intimidate you!

All right, Jordan!
All right! Way to go!

He hit it!
I can't believe it!

We might actually win!

Oliver.

What are you doing?

Hey, is that the gunk from class?

Did you make that?

Would you guys chill out?

It's my mom's recipe
she got from a magazine.

Well, put it away, people.
There's no food in the dugout.

What's the matter with you?

Eddie, you're up.

-It's all up to you, buddy.
-Okay.

-Let's go, Eddie.
-Go, Eddie.

OLIVER: Tell your mom it's the
best sauce I've ever tasted.

All right, Eddie, let's go!

All right!
Let's go, Eddie!

No problem.

Yes!

(SHOUTING)

We win! We win!
(LAUGHS)

We win! We win!

SARAH: Congratulations, Groundhogs.

I think this might be
the start of something big.

ALL: Yeah.

Hannah, you were fantastic today.
You're really one of the guys.

If we keep working,

there is no reason we
can't beat the Eagles.

Man, would I love
to beat that coach.

For all his tough talk, you
know what he does for a living?

He's a nurse.
(CHUCKLES)

You're gonna spit
your gum out, right?

BRIDGET: But you can't
just test it once.

You've got to double-check it.

Actually, triple-check it.

MRS. HADLEY:
I know, dear.

This isn't my first
time at the rodeo.

What does that have
to do with anything?

Is that your big cook-off recipe?

Aren't you finished yet?

So not your business.

She finished yesterday, but we're
just making sure everything

is absolutely perfect.

Oh, I sifted the flour twice.

Make sure you
take that into account.

Oh, I assume
that would be here.

The part that you underlined,

in bold, and put
arrows around.

I, uh, I don't understand.

You wouldn't.
Cooking is a science,

and all of the measurements
have to be precise,

down to the last quarter-teaspoon.

That's the little one.

If they're not,
you're immediately disqualified.

Oh, well, uh,
well, good luck with that.

Whatever.

Okay. Only an hour
before anyone gets home.

All right. Don't panic.

Just start with two cups of sugar
and work your way back from there.

No! We're out of sugar.

Now what?

Mom!

I can explain.

There's this contest,
you know,

like on the back
of cereal boxes.

Like the Million Dollar Cook-Off.

The entry form is next to you.

It's not what you're thinking.
It's not some stupid girl thing...

I mean, it is mainly girls,
But guys can enter, too.

And it comes with this cash prize,
and a scholarship to this amazing school.

And I don't know if you've
ever seen the food channel,

but every other person
on there is a guy,

so I don't know why you're making
such a big deal out of this!

Okay.

I don't think I'm the one who's
making a big deal out of it.

Why is this so important to you?

I don't know.

It's not.

Hey, maybe if I win, it won't
matter if I like to do it.

Who says you have to win?
So, that's it?

That's what this is all about?
You like to cook?

It was just some dumb idea.
Can we please just forget about it?

And deprive the world of
Eddie's Incredible Edible Barbecue Sauce?

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, but you can't tell dad.

-Or Alex and Andy.
-I can't lie to your father.

I really think he would
understand if...

No, he wouldn't.
And you know he wouldn't.

Well, maybe he would.

Okay, maybe he wouldn't.

Anyway, what have you
got left to do?

-How can I help?
-(MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, walk on down
To big mama's kitchen

Gonna see what's cookin' today

People are talkin' all over this town
They can't seem to stay away

I can smell that...

And not only that,
it's colorful.

And it's easy to eat.

So good
I want some soul food

Gimme, gimme some...

-(LAUGHING)
-Ew!

Bye, Mom.

Hear the jukebox music
From the Golden Goose Café

Say, you better slow that row down

Nice and low-down
Hear that good man say

I've got a crazy little thing

That I'm sure you will enjoy

We got soul food

I want some soul food

Gimme some soul food

I want some soul food

Whoa, yeah!

He's out!

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Hey, hey, hey, Eddie!

Way to go, Eddie!

(MUSIC ENDS)

You two have got to be
the double play kings.

Or king and queen.

You had it right at kings.

(TAPPING)

Excuse me, class.

I've got a little
announcement to make.

(LAUGHS) Well, actually, it's quite a big
announcement. It's huge.

Um, I've just gotten off the
phone with the cook-off people.

And, you know, they were so sweet.
They all remembered me.

Said people still talking about my winning
triple berry torte 30 years later.

And, I don't know, maybe
they were just being nice, but...

Of course, they were
just being nice.

Did I make the finals,
or didn't I?

Bridget, there's a little something
called building anticipation.

Yes, Bridget,
you are in the finals.

Oh, my gosh, yes!

Go, Bridget.

(SIGHS) Ohh.

Oh! And, oh,
and the other finalist

is Eddie Ogden.

Yes!

(ALL GASPING)

Yes!

Hey! I got in, too.

My recipe used three
different types of cheeses.

I have copies.

Does anyone want to see?

(SIGHS) I'm making a difference.

I really am.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(BELL RINGS)

Wait, DB, come on.
Don't be mad.

I'm sorry. It was just a joke.
I thought it would be funny.

Jokes are usually funnier when
you share them with your friends.

I know.
I should've told you.

I just thought that you
would think it was stupid.

Yeah. Good guess.
I do think it's stupid.

Just tell me this...

Do you like Home Ec?

Yes or no?

No, I don't like it.

I...I don't know.

Maybe I don't hate it
as much as you guys do.

Sometimes it's not that bad.

Okay. I like it.

I like making something
out of nothing.

I like figuring out
what goes together.

I like doing something
no one's ever done before.

I don't know why.
I just like it.

He likes it.

Come on, this is stupid.

I won with that
gross purple gunk.

This whole cook-off thing
is a total joke.

You gotta admit,
it is kinda funny.

Yeah. Kinda.

I thought Bridget's head
was gonna spin right off.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, you know
what's gonna be funny?

Your dad's face
when he finds out.

My dad!

Hey, I'm home.

ANDY AND ALEX: Edwina's home!

Hey...lookin' for this?

-Gimme that!
-Oh!

Okay, okay. You can torture
your brother later.

Come on.
Go, go, go, go.

(SIGHS)

It's a certificate.

And they ruined it.

You know, it's against the law
to read other people's mail.

Oh, they didn't open it.

Your Home Ec teacher called.

To share in our excitement.

-You don't look very excited.
-Oh, really?

Because nothing excites me more
than having my son lie to me

and sneak around behind my back.

I'm sorry that I lied.

And this cook-off thing...
what's that about?

It's nothing.
It's just a thing.

It's not gonna interfere with baseball
or school or anything.

I promise.

Eddie, I thought we had
some kind of understanding.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hi. Everybody's home early.

What's going on?

I got into the cook-off.

Oh, honey, that's great.
Congratulations!

(SIGHS)

Obviously, this isn't coming
as a big surprise to you.

No. Not really.

I mean, his recipe
was really good. (LAUGHS)

Eddie, is there some reason you
told your mother and not me?

I'm sorry I didn't tell you.

I guess I was just...afraid.

I don't know what
I was afraid of.

I think we all know
what you were afraid of.

Okay. Fine.

Clearly, I have no idea what's
going on around here anymore.

You think you can handle it,

more power to you.

(SARAH SIGHS)

Handle what?

MALE VOICE: (PA SYSTEM) Not only is
Eddie Ogden the first boy

from Cedar Valley Junior High
to make the finals,

he's also the only boy
in his age bracket.

Oh, and Bridget Simmons
is also a finalist.

Simons, you buffoon!
Bridget Simons!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

Left on the outside

Wonderin' why

I don't

fit in

Left on the outside...

-Hey, Eddie. Wanna try out?
-(GIGGLING)

Wonderin' why

I can't fit in with you

(MUSIC ENDS)

-You okay?
-Uh, yeah, I'm fine.

Want me to take 'em out?

No, really, I'm okay, but
thanks for the offer.

I can't believe you're
going through with this.

You know, I don't know why everybody's
making such a big deal out of it.

'Cause people are idiots.
Just lay low and...

MRS. HADLEY: Eddie!

Get in here!

We've got some serious
cook-off training to do!

(ALL LAUGHING)

Alrighty, then,
let's get crackin'.

I really don't think we need to do this.
I'm serious.

So am I. Start cracking those
eggs before they hatch.

Hmm. Smooth.

Okay, so I can't
crack an egg.

Who cares? I can do
all the rest of it.

Oh, really?
Can you sauté?

Fricassee? Cleave? Fold?

Mince? Scald? Cream?

Reduce? Extract?
Whip, and flambé?

Can you...

zest a lemon?

Poach a pear?
Cream a custard?

Layer a lasagna?
Coddle an egg?

Dress a lamb?

Well, you're gonna learn.

The finals are about knowledge
and mastery of a craft,

and they can throw
anything at you.

Your days of self-indulgent
creativity are over.

Come on, you wanna
win this, don't you?

-Yeah, but I really...
-No, no, no, no "buts." No.

The world is gonna learn

that Mrs. Rose Hadley,
certified nutritionist,

is still a force
to be reckoned with,

and you guys are gonna
tell 'em. So...

for the next month,
you're gonna do nothing

but eat, breathe, sleep
Home Economics.

Oh...except Tuesday.

That's when I Jazzercise.

Hey.

You coming?

Uh... I've got some work to do.

You said it, brother.

Whatever.

Okay...now...

So, right hand,
take the egg...

(MUSIC PLAYING)

There you go,
and in it goes.

Oh...try again. It's okay.

Should have been there
Should have made it by now

But I'm down on my knees
When nobody's around

Yeah, I tried to be strong
But I lost it somewhere

In the midst of my dream
I forgot about reality

And it hit me real hard

Tears make it hard to see...

-Hey, bud.
-Hey.

-Good game?
-Yeah, yeah, it's going great.

How's Kerry Wood doing?

It's, uh, it's
going really good.

Later.

If you want it
You can get it

If you choose it
Don't regret it

If you feel it
Make it real

It's what you wanted

Don't forget it
When you find it

Don't rewind it
Love-infuse it

And you're starting to grow

Everybody gets as far as they go

Set your mind
Tell your mind

You're gonna get there

Pick up yourself
You're gonna come true...

It was still pretty close.
And it was only

our second loss of the season.

Usually we've had,
like, five or six losses by now.

Guess I was just
getting used to winning.

-Are you blaming me?
-Hey, how could we blame you?

You're still better than
all of us put together.

Maybe we just want it more.

What is that supposed to mean?

-It's weird.
-What's weird?

It's weird that you'd rather
bake cakes than play baseball.

It's weird that you'd rather read
a cookbook than a comic book.

It's just weird.

I thought we talked
about this...

Yeah, I know, you like it.

But what if I suddenly said
I liked playing with dolls?

You used to play with dolls all the time.

-What?
-Don't you remember?

In kindergarten, you brought
your sister's Barbie to show and tell

like three times.
Now, that was weird.

That is not the same
thing and you know it.

See ya.

Yeah, well, gotta go.

If you want it

Everybody gets as far as they go

You're starting to grow

If you want it
You can get it

If you choose it
Don't regret it

If you feel it...

Oh, Eddie,

I really think this is
your best effort so far.

Thanks.

Oh, I'm so dead.

And you're starting to grow...

-Let's go, Frankie!
-Come on, Frankie!

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

I didn't know a soufflé takes
over an hour to bake.

What's the matter?

We're losing.

By a lot.

That's nothing.

Marcus and Kimberly
are on base.

I'll just hit them home,
and then we're only down by two runs.

UMPIRE: Strike three!
You're out!

Okay, Jordan, you're up.

Jordan?

No, come on, Dad, put me in.
There's two outs.

You missed three innings.
You're out of the game.

Out of the game?

Come on, can't you
make an exception?

UMPIRE: Strike one!

Longo...

Is there a soufflé exception?

Nope. Just one for apple pie.

UMPIRE: Strike three!
You're out!

Okay, everybody out on the field.

Hannah, keep playing first.
DB, you take short.

Come on, Groundhogs, let's go!

Come on, guys.
Hustle, hustle, hustle!

DB: I figured it out last night.

Even though we lost yesterday,
we just have to win one more game,

and we get to play the Eagles
for the championships.

-Okay, that's cool.
-Yeah.

Hey, it's the Hogs!

The only team with
their own chef!

(ALL LAUGHING)

So... what are you gonna do on the 15th?

What?

The 15th.

If we make it to the playoffs,
that's the day we play the Eagles.

And it's also the day
of your cook-off.

So what's it gonna be?

-Well, I...
-Yeah, that's what I thought.

Hey, why are you mad at me
for something that might not even happen?

Why don't you go sit with the girls,
swap recipes?

Here's my applesauce.

Maybe you can bake a cake
out of it or something.

Or something.

Food fight!

(SHRIEKING AND LAUGHING)

You're just mad

'cause you couldn't win
a baseball game by yourself

if your life depended on it.

I'd rather win like a man
than cook like a girl!

Come on,
you're teammates!

-Not anymore. I quit!
-Eddie, no, you can't!

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

I don't care what you say,

but that was definitely
the greatest food fight

of all time.
I mean, I just felt so free...

Okay, so...

I'm not the one who
has to clean the cafeteria

every day for the next month,

-but if you look at it my way...
-Frankie.

You see?

There?

-Like that?
-Is that applesauce in your hair?

Yeah, I'm baking
a cake later.

How much longer do
we have to do this?

Where do you have to go?

I hear your baseball
career is over.

Okay, focus, people.
Focus, people. Hmm?

This is crunch time.
Magic hour is just a week away,

and neither of you can
chop to save your life.

Okay, now.

When it comes to julienning,
there are two schools of thought.

There's the ultra-skinny
French toothpick style,

and then there is the more robust
American matchstick style.

-Now, each has its pros and cons...
-This is so stupid.

Who cares how big they are?

Who cares if they're
in cubes or stars

or little sticks?
They're carrots!

And no matter what
you do to them,

they're going to taste like carrots.

-This is a total waste of time.
-Hey!

-I'm guessing there's more.
-Yeah, there's a lot more.

I hate not having any friends.

I hate that my dad
can barely look at me.

I hate that my brothers
tease me.

I hate that everybody makes fun of me
because of this stupid cook-off,

and more than anything,
I hate chopping up vegetables.

Are you through?

You may hate all those things now,

Eddie Ogden, but I'm guessing,

that deep down,
you love cooking even more.

So don't talk yourself
out of doing this just because...

Look, forget it. I'm done.

I'm going back to where
I'm supposed to be.

Eddie... (SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

(SIGHS)

Do you think that's why
everybody makes fun of me?

Because I love to cook?

No! Oh, no.

There are plenty of other reasons.

Okay, back to chopping.

(CHEERING)

Okay! I don't want to
psych you guys out,

but we beat the Cougars,

and we're in the playoffs!
Huh?!

-(TEAM CHEERS)
-Yeah! Ha ha!

-Where's Eddie?
-Baking cookies.

Okay, now, look.
I know you guys can do this,

but it's gonna take
a little strategy.

First, keep the ball low
and down the third base line.

The Cougar third baseman,
he can catch anything,

but he throws like a real girl.

-He can barely get it to first...
-I throw like a girl.

What?

I throw like a girl
because I am a girl.

Hannah throws like a girl, too.

She's just good at it.

Kimberly, that...
that's not what I meant.

Why is it a compliment
every time you say I run like a boy,

but an insult when you
say I run like a girl?

Can't I just be a good
runner or a bad runner?

You are a bad runner.

I know that.
Everyone knows that.

But it's not because I'm a girl.
It's because I'm an uncoordinated dork,

-like Marcus and Jordan.
-BOTH: Hey!

The Cougars' third
baseman can't throw.

Period.

Okay.

If there aren't any more
unresolved issues...

-My dad's a nurse.
-What?

You made fun of the Eagles'
coach for being a nurse.

Oliver, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean anything...

He saves people's lives.

My father's a florist.

And why do I have to be
one of the guys?

Can't I just be
part of the team?

Hey, what's everybody
standing around for?

What are you doing here?

I'm here to play some baseball.

This is where I'm supposed to be.
Right, Dad?

Well...right.

Definitely right.

And since that's settled,
let's go win ourselves a ballgame!

-Yeah!
-(TEAM CHEERS)

(MUSIC PLAYS)

My old man was
a hairdresser. (LAUGHS)

Well, I beat the drum

And hold the phone

The sun came out today

We're born again

There's new grass on the field

A-rounding third

And headed for home

It's a brown-eyed handsome man

Anyone can understand

The way I feel

Okay, Groundhogs,
two outs!

One more out, we win!

UMPIRE: You're out!

Put me in, coach
I'm ready to play

Today

Put me in, coach

I'm ready to play...

(ALL CHANTING)
Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie! Eddie!

(TEAM CHEERS)

We're out of pizza!

Oh, if I had a dollar
for every time I heard that...

(DOORBELL RINGS)

I could pay
for these extra pizzas.

Don't worry, boys and girls,
reinforcements have arrived.

Hey!

Good game.

Thanks. You, too.

Hi.

Hi.

I'm sorry, I was
expecting the pizza guy.

You're not him.

Are you?

Somebody wants
her apron back!

Well, I wish we had something
we could offer you.

Oh...

Cookies?

Ooh.

Thank you.

Eddie, you know why I'm here.

You need to be at
that cook-off tomorrow.

-Oh, I can't.
-Why?

The Groundhogs
are in the playoffs.

Oh, is that all?

(LAUGHS) Boy, have you walked into
the wrong house.

It's the biggest game of the year,
and everybody's counting on me.

He's not gonna let his team down,
Mrs. Hadley.

No. Apparently just himself.

Look, you've got Bridget.
She'll be great.

Yeah. Bridget. Sure. She can...

whisk till the cows come home.

But she has no passion, she has no...

no instinct.

But you,
Eddie Ogden, you are...

you're a natural.

It's...it's what you were
born to do.

That was a little
melodramatic, huh?

(LAUGHS)
Oh, I was afraid of that.

That's what you get for practicing
in front of your cats.

Well, alrighty, then,
I gave it the old Cordon Bleu try.

Well, thanks for coming.

And, uh, thanks
for the cookies.

They're amazing.

BOTH: It's the ginger.

You see, I'm sorry for all this,

but it's just that Eddie,
he has so much potential,

and I want him to think long-term,
and I know I shouldn't push...

Oh, no, but sometimes
you have to.

Yeah.

Well, good-bye.

Good-bye. Thanks for coming, Mrs. Hadley.

Eddie.

Could you do me
just one favor?

Sleep on it.

Don't make your final
decision till tomorrow.

Please? Just promise me.

I promise.

But, uh, if I know my son,

I wouldn't count on it.

Well, I'm sure nobody
knows him better than you.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Another home run for Ogden?

I think it is.

It's high and long...

against the back fence,
and it's...

(CRUNCH)

good!

(EDDIE SIGHS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(TV CAMERAMAN)
Five, four, three, two...

Hi, everybody,
I'm Bobby Flay,

and welcome
to the Million Dollar Cook-Off!

Today, eight talented finalists

will tantalize us with
spectacular dishes

as they compete for
prizes and scholarships

for the culinary schools
of their dreams.

(CAMERAMAN)
Nice, Bobby. You look good.

BRIDGET: There's no blender!
I can't work without a blender!

MRS. HADLEY:
We need a blender at station two!

Stat!

(RUNNING FOOTSTEPS)

BOBBY FLAY: Eddie Ogden.

Yeah!

Welcome, but, uh...
you better hustle

and get yourself set up, here.

Oh, I'm not staying. I just kind
of wanted to see everything.

It's so cool.

-What do you mean, you're not staying?
-Oh, I've got a game.

It's kind of hard to explain.

You know, people are counting on me,
and my dad is...

I think I get it.

Well...

Good luck.
You'll be missed.

Thanks.

-See ya.
-Hey...

How do you crack an egg
with one hand?

You stick around
and I'll show you how.

I'm gonna be late.
See ya.

See ya.

SARAH: I don't know where he is.
Why are you blaming me?

I'm sorry. It's just...

I don't know...

I don't know who he is anymore.

He doesn't tell me anything.

He doesn't tell you,

or he's telling you things
you just don't want to hear?

What's that supposed to mean?

Hey, Mom. Hey, Dad.
Sorry I'm late.

(LAUGHS) Yes!

ALL: One...two...three...
Go Groundhogs!

You made the right decision.

Now let's
go get 'em, huh?

Remember,
it's all about beating the Eagles.

I remember.

Hey, batter, batter,
batter, batter!

(CROWD CHEERS)

He's out.

FRANKIE: Go get 'em. Let's do this.

Go, Eddie!

If it isn't little Eddie Crocker.

I thought you had
cupcakes to bake.

Gee, you know, I'd love to sit
around and compare recipes, but...

I've got some bases to run.

Welcome back to the
Million-Dollar Cook-Off.

We are just seconds away
from seeing these eight...

well, actually,
seven young chefs in action.

When I ring the bell, every contestant
will have exactly two hours

to present the judges
with a complete meal,

using the ingredients
you see here.

Easy, easy, easy.

And they also must use all four
of today's secret ingredients...

Chocolate, chicken,
lemons,

and check this out...

-red-hot chili peppers.
-Okay, not so easy.

But I bet you Eddie could win it,
using nothing more than a pickle fork

and a Bunsen burner.
Right, Eddie?

Why are you watching that?

Well, Eddie might not be on TV,
but his name was.

That's pretty cool.

HANK: Let's go, Eddie. Eye on the ball.
Eye on the ball.

UMPIRE: Strike one!

If it was that cool,
he'd be there.

HANK: Okay, Eddie.

HANK: Focus, Eddie. Focus.

So, on your mark...

-UMPIRE: Strike two!
-Get set...

Strike three!
You're out!

Cook!

BOBBY FLAY:
And they're off.

The is the scariest and most exciting
time for these young chefs...

Turn that off.

GAME ANNOUNCER:
And at the end of two innings,

the score is tied 3 to 3.

All right, come on, Groundhogs!
Let's go! Easy out!

Safe!

Off the bag.

ANNOUNCER: Eagles lead 4 to 3.

Okay, Groundhogs, focus, focus, focus!

Eddie, get in the game!

Get in the game!

All right, come on, Jordan! Let's go!

Okay, come on. Eye on the ball!
Eye on the ball!

What's wrong with Eddie?
We've never seen him play this bad.

Yeah, he better pull himself together.

Or what?

What do you mean, "or what"?

Or we're gonna lose, that's or what.

And turn that off. I don't think
your cook-off play-by-plays are helping.

Well, I don't think that making him choose

between cooking
and having friends

is helping, either, DB.

What? Now you've completely lost it.

See, this is what happens
when you forget to wear a batting helmet.

-UMPIRE: Strike one!
-All right, Jordan, let's go!

Eddie's here because he wants to be here.

Because he wants to beat the Eagles.

Is that why you're here?

No, I'm here because I love baseball.

Yeah, kind of like Eddie and cooking, huh?

-Yeah!
-(ALL CHEERING)

All right! I'll just hit Jordan home
and we're back in this.

But without Eddie,
we can't win.

HANK: Let's go, Eddie!

Oh, man.

Hey, Ogden.

Why is it always
up to you?

What?

"Eddie, hit a home run."

"Eddie, make the play.
Eddie, save us."

Why don't you let us
do it for a change?

Do we want to say
Eddie did this for us,

or that we won it
for ourselves?

Hey, I'm just
trying to help.

Help? We don't
need your help.

We don't want your help.
In fact, we don't want you.

You're better off
baking some pies

at some stupid contest
than here.

-Right?
-ALL: Right!

So go.

You go do
what you have to do,

and let us do
what we have to do.

UMPIRE: Batter up!

Help me out here, guys.

ALL: Go! Get out of here!

HANNAH: Get going!

So you guys are
really cool?

Oh, give me that.
You're not the only one

who can hit in a couple of runs.

(CROWD CHEERS)

(CHEERS)

Yeah!

See?

Kimberly, run! Go!

(LAUGHS)

Woo-hoo! All right!

Yes!

ANNOUNCER: All right,
Groundhogs have tied it up.

-So you going, or what?
-I'm going.

I think I should have about
an hour and a half left.

-Wish me luck.
-All right.

So, what?

That's it?

You're quitting?

No, I'm not quitting.
I'm starting.

You wouldn't understand.
I gotta go.

-You'll get there quicker if I drive you.
-Thanks.

Eddie!

Good thing the Eagles'
coach is a nurse,

'cause I think Mr. Ogden's
gonna need one.

Uh-oh. Looks like a late
entry has just arrived!

Come on!

What? No fair!

He can't do that!

Can he do that?

(SIGHS)

Welcome back, Eddie, but you know,
we can't give you any more time.

There's only an hour
and three minutes left.

I can do it!

BOBBY: Hurry! Let's see if you really can!

Nothing too complicated.
That's okay.

Some of best chefs in the world..

Oh! See? I can't get him
to clean the bathroom,

but he'll stick his hand
up a chicken's butt.

At the end of three and a half,
Eagles 6, Groundhogs 4.

So, at the end of four,
Eagles 6, Groundhogs 5.

We're at the 30-minute mark
and sure to his boast,

-Eddie Ogden is coming on strong.
-ALL: Yeah!

Well, folks, the Groundhogs
are really putting up a fight,

but at the end of five,
the Eagles lead 8 to 6.

BOBBY: Uh-oh. That's not good.

-Good job, Kimberly.
-Good job, Kimberly.

You're up. You're up.

BOBBY: This is where the lack of time
is really gonna hurt him.

There is no room for mistakes.

EDDIE: Okay, don't panic.

Chocolate tarts
instead of chocolate pie.

Problem solved.

Strike three!
You're outta here!

LONGO: That's all right, DB.

BOBBY FLAY: Yup, that pie is history.

Good job.

Come on, Eddie!

What's the matter?

It looks bad.
He's rushing.

I don't think he
has enough time.

Batter up!

(SIGHS)

BOBBY: You really have to hand it
to Ogden for hanging in there...

He whipped up a lemon custard,
but I just don't think...

Man...one of us
should've gone to help him.

Everyone else has
people helping them.

Hank!

Uh, yeah. Sorry.

Hannah, you're up!

Get out there, Hannah!
Let's do it!

Whoo!

All right.
Bases loaded, two outs.

You're the man!

Uh...girl...
I mean...

-It's okay.
-(HANK SIGHS)

Oh, no! It's my mom!

No! Hannah, we can't
do this now!

I said, hey, hey,
what do I say,

come on, Groundhogs,
time to play!

-Yeah! Groundhogs rock!
-Hannah...

Oh, hey, mom.

Your forgot your pom-poms.

Oh. Thanks
for bringing them.

-See you at home.
-UMPIRE: Groundhogs!

I...Hannah!

Mom, I'm not a cheerleader,
I've never been a cheerleader,

nor will I ever be one.

But I am one of the best
shortstops in the league,

and a decent batter when I remember
to keep my elbow up.

You and can rant
and scream all you want,

but it's gonna have
to wait until after I bat.

(TEAM CHEERS)

FRANKIE: Go, Hannah!

Yeah!

Well, then you'll
probably need this.

My batting glove?

I found it in your jeans this morning.

Hannah, honey,
I'm only disappointed

that you thought that
I wouldn't support you

doing something
that you love.

Final warning!

Really?
So you don't mind?

No. But we'll talk
after the game.

Right now...

go show your mother
what you can do!

Thanks, Mom.

Go!

(TEAM CHEERS)

Go get 'em.

UMPIRE: Strike one!

All right, Hannah!
That's the way to play!

Wait for your pitch!

BOBBY: Odgen is just staring
at his chocolate pie.

Ball!

HANNAH'S MOM: All right, Hannah!

HANK: What are you...

sleeping out here?

You've been calling balls strikes,
strikes balls. Do you have any idea

what those words actually mean?

Now, that last call
was in your favor.

Well, maybe, if you'd keep
your eyes open for a change,

we'd get some decent calls!

There's no reason...

There's no reason
that these kids,

who have worked so long
and so hard, should lose

because some screw-up doesn't know
the first thing about baseball!

I swear,
one more word out of you,

and you're
out of this game.

Oh, yeah?

(CROWD BOOS)

I dare you!

That's three!
You are outta here!

No problem.

Hannah, keep your elbow up.

Go, Groundhogs!

FLAY: It looks like Ogden
Is finally getting some reinforcements.

I don't know when I've seen so many
pairs of cleats in the kitchen.

Dad, what are you doing here?

Well, I figure this means so much to you
that I must be missing something.

So maybe you can show me
why it's so important to you.

-Now?
-Now? No. Not now. Later.

Now, I just thought maybe
you could use a little help.

Well, all I've got is a burnt pie
and a bubbling pot of chocolate,

so, yeah,
I could use a lot of help.

Okay. So, just tell me
what to do, coach.

Okay. I'll chop these,

you crack a couple
of those eggs into that bowl.

What? Aren't I doing it right?

Strike!

Eddie, less than two minutes.

I swear, if that meringue
doesn't sit up, your life is over!

All right.
Put the peppers on.

Where? On the chocolate?

-Yeah. Hurry!
-Eddie, whoever heard of...

-Dad!
-Okay!

ANNOUNCER: Well, folks, this is it,

the Groundhogs' last chance.

With two outs and two on
and the winning run at the plate,

and the Eagles leading 8 to 6.

-Let's go, DB!
-(TEAM CHEERS)

Easy out!

You got to hit a triple
to tie and a home run to win.

There's no way you're
even making it to first.

Oh, yeah?
Just watch me.

Strike one!

Aah! It's okay! It's all right.
It's all right. It's all right.

Hey! I'm talking!

Can't you see he's
trying to distract me?

Strike two!

ALL: Come on, DB,
pay attention!

Eddie, less than 30 seconds.

Chocolate chicken?

I think he's lost it.

No, no, no, no, no!
It's Mole!

And chicken wrapped in bacon
has just hit the table.

It sure smells like a winner.

Dad, get the lemon custard
out of the fridge.

(ANDY AND ALEX CHANTING)
Eddie! Eddie!

Eddie, Eddie...

With not a moment to spare,

Chicken Mole
makes a welcome appearance.

Uh-oh.

Dad, come on!
15 seconds!

Eddie, this lemon thing...

It didn't set?

All right,
not enough time.

Uh...

Bring it home, David!
Bring it home!

You don't have lemon.

You're supposed to have
something with lemon.

CROWD: Ten, nine...

Dad!

seven, six...

five, four...

three, two, one!

There! I got lemon!

Yeah, all right!

Yes!

Time's up.

Loser.

ALL: Run!

FRANKIE: Coming through!

Safe!

(GRUNTS)

UMPIRE: Safe!

ANNOUNCER: Unbelievable! All tied up!

(PANTING)

BOBBY: Now, before
we announce the winner,

I would just like to say, this has been
one tough competition.

You demonstrated your creativity.

You showed us your passion,
and the future at the stove

is bright for each
and every one of you.

Today alone has been
one amazing achievement.

And now, the winner...

of the One-Million-Dollar
Scholastic Cook-Off...

Slide!

is Bridget Simmons!

Safe!

Simons!

(CROWD CHEERS)

Yes!
I won, I won!

BOBBY: Well, that's it.
Thanks for watching, everybody.

Until next year, I'm Bobby Flay,
for the Million-Dollar Cook-Off.

Eddie... I'm sorry.

Don't worry, Dad.
It's no big deal.

Eddie...

Oh, yeah.

FRANKIE: Eddie!

-Hey, what happened?
-Well, Bridget creamed him

with her lemon meringue
angel food pie.

(ALL SIGH)

(HANK SIGHS)

Come on, sport, you gave it
your best shot.

Yeah, but I struck out.

You didn't strike out.

Bridget just hit it out of the park.

Either way, I lost.

(CHUCKLES) Hey, Eddie, come on.

What a game, huh?

This wasn't about you winning.

It was about you doing something
that you love.

And you know what?

You're really good at it.

You're a kid with a lot of gifts.

And a lifetime to sort them out, so...

(SIGHS) cook, play baseball,
take up lawn bowling...

That's something else I don't understand.

Just remember, win or lose...

I'm always on your team.

-(ALL SHOUTING)
-FRANKIE: Eddie, you're the man!

Hey, you okay?

Hey, we heard the news, man. Sorry.

It's okay.

I'm cool.

And you know what they say,
if you can't take the heat...

ALL: Stay out of the kitchen.

-EDDIE: All right.
-(ALL LAUGH)

Look, guys,
I'm really sorry if I let you down.

-Nah.
-HANNAH: Yeah.

For once, we actually
had to rely on ourselves.

-And guess what...
-ALL: We won!

(ALL CHEER)

Hey, you! Big-time chef guy.

-Yeah?
-Everybody says

you know everything about food.

Well, here's something
that you don't know.

Eddie Ogden is the best cook

in this whole dumb cook-off,
and you know it.

Hey, no arguments here.

So, why didn't he win?

Why isn't he holding up the trophy,
doing the Rocky dance?

Check him out.
Come on, check him out.

He looks like a winner to me.

(BOTH LAUGH)

-I feel you, man.
-All right.

So, who wants to celebrate?
Let's go get something to eat.

Eddie dogs?

ALL: Yeah!

(ALL CHANT)
Eddie! Eddie! Eddie! Eddie...

Hey, what about me?

I'm the winner.
I'm hungry, too.