Lorenzo: Dario, taste this sauce.
Dario: It's delicious, Chef.
Lorenzo: I didn't ask if it's delicious. I asked you to taste it. What is missing?
Dario: Um... salt?
Lorenzo: "Salt" is what people say when they don't know. Taste again.
Dario: It's too sweet?
Lorenzo: No. It's too safe. You added everything the recipe says, and nothing you feel.
Dario: But I followed the recipe exactly.
Lorenzo: That's the problem. A recipe is a map, not the journey. When I was your age, I burned forty omelettes before one tasted like mine.
Dario: Forty?
Lorenzo: Forty-three. My master didn't say "well done" once. On the forty-fourth omelette he said nothing, and he ate it all.
Dario: So silence is praise?
Lorenzo: In this kitchen, an empty plate is praise. Now, a little lemon and some pepper, and do it again.
Dario: Yes, Chef... Chef? Please taste this.
Lorenzo: Hmm. Make me twenty litres for tonight.
Fiction note: All people, places and events in this dialogue are fictional.