Ratatouille (2007) - Quotes

Gusteau: [appears next to Remy] So, we have given up.

Remy: Why do you say that?

Gusteau: We are in a cage, inside a car trunk, awaiting a future in frozen food products.

Remy: No, I'm the one in a cage. I've given up. You...are free.

Gusteau: I am only as free as you imagine me to be. As you are.

Remy: Oh, please. I'm sick of pretending. I pretend to be a rat for my father, I pretend to be a human through Linguini, I even pretend you exist so I have someone to talk to! You only tell me stuff I already know! I know who I am! Why do I need you to tell me?! Why do I need to pretend?!

Gusteau: [chuckles; puts his hand on Remy's shoulder; disappears] Ah, but you don't, Remy. You never did.

Django: [to Git] No. My other left!

Remy: [inside Skinner's trunk, mumbling; Git pushes another statue off the building; it falls and lands onto Skinner's trunk] Dad! Dad, I'm in here! I'm inside the trunk! What the...Dad!

Emile: Hey, little brother!

Remy: [Django and Emile release him from Skinner's cage; affectionately; runs toward the restaurant] Emile! I love you guys!

Django: Where are you going?!

Remy: Back to the restaurant! They'll fail without me!

Django: Why do you care?!

Remy: BECAUSE I'M A COOK!!!

Mustafa: [taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?

Anton Ego: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well-seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?

Mustafa: [confused] With what, sir?

Anton Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?

Mustafa: I am, uh...

Anton Ego: Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this bloody town, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.

Mustafa: I'm afraid... uh... your dinner selection?

Anton Ego: [stands up angrily] Tell your chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me! Tell him to "hit me with his best shot"!

Skinner: [to another waiter, in a lower and gruff voice] I will have whatever he is having.

Linguini: And that's another thing. Your opinion isn't the only one that matters here. Colette knows how to cook too, you know. All right, that's it! You take a break, little chef. I'm not your puppet, and you're not my puppet-controlling-guy!

Skinner: [gasps] The rat is the cook...!

Linguini: You cool off and get your mind right, Little Chef. Ego is coming and I need to focus!

Remy: You stupid…

Emile: Wow. I have never seen that before.

Git: Yeah, it's like you're his fluffy bunny or somethin'.

Emile: I'm sorry, Remy. I know there are too many guys. I tried to limit…

Remy: You know what? It's okay? I've been selfish. You guys hungry?

Git: What are you kiddin'?

Remy: All right. Dinner's on me. We'll go after closing time. In fact.

Rats: Yeah?

Remy: [Linguini walks back into his new apartment, but notices Remy's tiny bed is empty] Tell dad to bring the whole clan.

Linguini: [Cut to the empty kitchen, Remy leads his clan inside] Little Chef?

Django: Oh, this is great, son. An inside job, huh. I see the appeal.

Remy: [Remy opens the food safe. The rats start steals food, but they hear someone unlocks the door. The rats hide in safer places, avoid being seen] Shh!

Linguini: [enters the kitchen; Remy emerges; Remy comes to his senses; Emile falls and spits out grapes on Linguini's neck; turns the light on in the pantry, the rats start running away; looks at Remy, realizing he's being deceived; bursts the door open, as all the rats flee; slams one door, then the other and storms off from inside] Little Chef? Little Chef? Oh, hey, hey, Little Chef. I...I thought you went back to the...the apartment. Then when you weren't there, I, uh, I don't know...It didn't seem right to leave things the way that we did, so...Look, I don't wanna fight. I've been under a lot of pressure. A lot has changed in not very much time, you know? I'm suddenly a Gusteau. And I gotta be a Gusteau or, you know, people will be disappointed. It's weird. You know, I've never disappointed anyone before, because nobody's ever expected anything of me. And the only reason anyone expects anything from me now is because of you. I haven't been fair to you. You've never failed me, and I should never forget that. You've been a good friend. The most honorable friend a guy could ever ask... Ugh. What is this? What's going on? What...Hey. You're...You're stealing food? What...How could you? I-I thought you were my friend! I TRUSTED you! GET OUT! You and all your rat buddies! And don't come back, or I'll treat you the way restaurants are SUPPOSED to treat pests!

Remy: [brokenhearted; starts to leave] You're right, Dad. Who am I kidding? We are what we are, and we're rats. Well, he'll leave soon, and now you know how to get in. Steal all you want.

Django: You're not coming?

Remy: [leaves] I've lost my appetite.

Skinner: [gasps; angrily points to doorway] You! Get out of my office.

Colette: [Reveals the will and letter. Horst shoves Skinner out the door] He's not in your office. You are in his.

Remy: It's locked. Hmm.

Gusteau: Remy, what are you doing in here?

Remy: [harassed] Emile shows up...I said not to... He goes and blabs - it's a disaster! Anyway, they're hungry, that food safe is locked, and I need the key.

Gusteau: They want you to steal food?

Remy: [[family; [ideals; The cardboard Gusteaus start speaking] Yes. No...it's complicated! It's ]. They don't have your;–– ]!

Gusteau's Barbecue Spare-Ribs: Ideals? Hah! If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals, you think I'd be hawkin barbecue over here?!

Gusteau's Microwave Burritos: Or microwave burritos?

Gusteau's Tooth-Pickin Chicken: Or tooth, I say, Tooth-pickin Chicken? S'about as French as a Corn Dog!

Gusteau's Corn Puppies: Roof! Rumming roon!

Gusteau's Barbecue Spare-Ribs: Ha! We're inventin new ways to sell out over here!!!

Gusteau's Haggis Bites: Will ye be wantin some Haggis Bites, then?

Gusteau: I cannot control how they use my image Remy! I am dead!

Remy: [the cutouts then stop talking; finds the key and spots his will] Can you guys SHUT UP?! I've got to think! Word's getting out if I can't keep them quiet. The entire clan's going to be after me with their mouths open and... Here it is. Hey. Your will! Oh, this is interesting. Mind if I...?

Gusteau: Not at all.

Remy: [upon seeing Linguini's name in Gusteau's file] Linguini? Why would Linguini be filed with your will?

Gusteau: [Remy reads Gusteau's will and the letter Linguini's mother wrote.] This used to be my office.

Remy: [shocked] He's your son?!

Gusteau: [also shocked] I have a son?!

Remy: How could you not know this?!

Gusteau: [[imagination] I am a figment of your ]! You did not know, how could I?!

Remy: Well, your son is the rightful owner of this restaurant!!

Skinner: [enters the room; spots Remy; gasps; Remy grabs the papers and runs off. Skinner dashes outside to catch him, only to bump into Lalo riding a motor scooter] No! No! The rat! NOOOOOOOO--!!!

Lalo: Sorry, chef!

Skinner: [pushes Lalo off the scooter, and drives off to find Remy] The rat! It's stolen my documents! It's getting away!

Skinner: [kicking the drawer] No...no...no, no, NO, NOOO!! NOOOOO!!!!

Talon: The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out. He is Gusteau's son.

Skinner: [gestures to the windows; Linguini is working in the kitchen] T-T-This can't just happen! The whole thing is a set up! The boy knows!! Look at him out there pretending to be an idiot! He’s toying with my mind, like a cat with a ball! Of...something!

Talon: String?

Skinner: Yes! Playing dumb! Taunting me with that rat!

Talon: Rat"?

Skinner: Yes! He's consorting with it! Deliberately trying to make me think it’s important!

Talon: [confused] The...rat?

Skinner: Exactly!

Talon: Is the rat...important?

Skinner: [high voice, mockingly; ranting to himself; stops and looks at Talon] Of course not! He just wants me to think that it is! O-ho, I see the theatricality of it! A rat appears on the boy's first night, I order him to kill it, and now he wants me to see it everywhere! Ooooh!! It's here! No, it isn't, it's here! Am I seeing things, am I crazy, is there a phantom rat or is there not?! But, oh, no! I refuse to be sucked into his little game...of...

Talon: Should I be concerned about this? About you?

Django: Take a good long look, Remy. Now, this is what happens when a rat gets a little too comfortable around humans. The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy. When all is said and done, we're all we've got.

Remy: No.

Django: What?

Remy: [gestures to the rat-catcher shop] No. Dad, I don't believe it. You're telling me that the future is, can only be, more of this?

Django: This is the way things are. You can't change nature.

Remy: [begins to walk away] Change is nature, Dad. The part that we can influence, and it starts when we decide.

Django: Where are you going?

Remy: With luck, forward.

Linguini: Monday was my first time. But I've been taking out the garbage lots of time before that…

Skinner: Yes, yes. Have some more wine. Tell me, Linguini about your interests. Do you like animals?

Linguini: What? Animals? What kind?

Skinner: Oh, the usual, dogs, cats, horses, guinea pigs, rats.

Remy: [comes out with scraps of gourmet food; sees Emile eating the garbage] I brought you something to -- AGH!!!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!

Remy: [Emile does; hands him some cheese; Emile inhales it] I have got to teach you about food. Close your eyes. Now, take a bite of thi -- NO! NO, NO! Don't just hork it down!

Emile: [swallows] Too late.

Remy: [hands him another piece] Here. Ah, chew it slowly... Only think about the taste.

Remy: See?

Emile: Not really.

Remy: Creamy, salty sweet... an oaky nuttiness... You detect that?

Emile: Oh, I'm detecting nuttiness.

Remy: [hands Emile half a grape] Close your eyes. Now taste this.

Remy: Whole different thing, right? Sweet, crisp, slight tang on the finish?

Emile: Okay...

Remy: Now, try them together.

Remy: Uh-huh?

Emile: It might be the nuttiness...

Remy: See?

Emile: Could be the tang...

Remy: That's it! Now, imagine every great taste in the world being combined into infinite combinations, and tastes that no one has tried yet! Discoveries to be made!

Emile: I think...

Remy: Uh-huh?!

Emile: You lost me again.

Remy: [groans] Yeah...

Emile: But that was interesting. Most interesting garbage I ever-- HEY! What are we doing?! Dad doesn't know you're alive yet! We've got to go to the colony! Everyone will be thrilled!

Remy: Yeah! But…

Emile: What?

Remy: The thing is, I kind of have too…

Emile: What do you have to more than family? What's more important here?

Remy: Well, I… It wouldn't hurt to visit.

Skinner: Have you ever had a pet rat?

Linguini: No.

Skinner: Did you work in a lab with rats?

Linguini: No.

Skinner: Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point!

Linguini: Nopety nopety no.

Skinner: You know something about rats! You know you do!

Linguini: You know who know do whacka-doo. Ratta-tatta. Hey! Why do they call it that?

Skinner: What?

Linguini: [sharing more wine] Ratatouille. It's like a stew, right? Why do they call it that? You’re gonna name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious. Ratatouille Doesn’t sound delicious, it sounds like rat and patootie, Ratpatootie, which does not sound delicious.

Skinner: [drops the wine on the trash can] Regrettably, we are all out of wine.

Django: My son has returned. And finding someone to replace you for poison checker has been a disaster. Nothing's been poisoned, thank gosh, but it hasn't been easy. You didn't make it easy.

Remy: I know. I am sorry, Dad.

Django: Well, the important thing is that you're home.

Remy: Yeah, well, about that…

Django: You look thin. Why is that?

Anton Ego: What is it, Ambrister?

Ambrister: Gusteau's...

Anton Ego: Finally closing, is it?

Ambrister: No.

Anton Ego: More financial troubles?

Ambrister: No, it's...it's...

Anton Ego: Announced a new line of microwavable egg-rolls?! What?! What?! Spit it out!

Ambrister: It's come back. It's...popular.

Anton Ego: [partly spits out a mouthful of wine, before checking the label, then roughly swallowing the rest of the wine] I haven't reviewed Gusteau's in years!

Ambrister: No, sir.

Anton Ego: My last review condemned it to the tourist trade.

Ambrister: Yes, sir.

Anton Ego: [goes over to his file cabinet and takes out a copy of his last review of Gusteau's] I said: "Gusteau has finally found his rightful place in history right alongside another equally famous chef, Monsieur Chef Boyardee.

Ambrister: Touché.

Anton Ego: That is where I left it! That! was my last word! The last word!

Ambrister: [cowering] Yes.

Anton Ego: [removes his glasses] Then tell me, Ambrister, how could it be...popular?

Linguini: [laughs as he reaches for a tin of spice, Remy signals him to stop and bites his hand; swats Remy, who scampers inside his chef uniform top and bites his chest; He giggles, keeps swatting Remy from inside the uniform, and he keeps on biting his chest, causing him yelp and yell in pain from being bitten. He swats him one and two last times, and he bites him; Panicked, he turns, lurching from his station to the food safe, and closing himself inside. He takes out Remy and opens his shirt, revealing rat bite marks on his chest.; furiously; Remy drift away to the shelving of cheese; gives Remy a small piece of cheese] OW! You little-- Ow! Ow! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! THIS IS NOT GONNA WORK, LITTLE CHEF!!! I'M GONNA LOSE IT, IF WE DO THIS ANYMORE! We gotta- We gotta figure out something else! Something that doesn’t involve any bitin or nipping or running up and down my body with your little rat feet! The Bitin', NO! Scamperin', NO! No scamperin or scurryin'! Understand, little chef?! Little chef? Oh, you're hungry. Okay. So let's think this out. You know how to cook, and I know how to appear human. We just need to work out a system so that I do what you want in a way that doesn't look like I'm being controlled by a tiny rat chef-- Oh, would you listen to me?! I'm insane, I'm insane, I'm insane! In a refrigerator talking to a rat about cooking in a gourmet restaurant! I will never pull this off again!

Skinner: [passes the food safe, but stops to hear Linguini swears] Linguini?

Linguini: [The door to food safe suddenly opens to see Skinner shocked. Linguini shuts the light off, but Skinner turns it back on to see Remy hiding in his toque.] We gotta communicate. I can't be constantly checking for a yes or no head shake from a rat--

Skinner: The rat! I saw it!

Linguini: A rat?

Skinner: [turns his head to Linguini] Yes, a rat! Right next to you! What are you doing IN HERE?!

Linguini: I'm just familiarizing myself with, you know, the vegetables and such.

Skinner: [Linguini exits the food safe] Get out. One can get too familiar with vegetables, you know!

Linguini: That was close. Are you okay up there? Whoa. How did you do that? That's strangely involuntary!

Skinner: [shows up] The soup! Where is the soup?! Out of my way! Move it, garbage boy!! What is-? You are cooking?!?! How dare you cook in my kitchen, boy! Where do you even get the gall to do something so monumentally idiotic?!?! I should have you drawn and quartered! I-I'll do it! I think the law is on my side! Larousse, draw and quarter this man! After you put him in the duck press to squeeze the fat out of his head!

Linguini: [pointing; the soup is about to be taken out to be served] Oh, no, no, no, oh, no, don't let them...don't eat...

Skinner: What are you blathering about?!?!

Linguini: [points] ...The soup!!!!

Skinner: [sees the soup going out; runs to stop it; bursts into the dining room to the stares of the diners, retreats back into the kitchen where the staff looks at him in confusion, climbs up the step stool and watches through the window as Mustafa serves the soup] Soup?! Stop that soup! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Solene LeClaire: [tasting the soup] Uh, waiter!

Skinner: [gasps, angrily] Linguini! You're fired! F-I-R-E-D!! FIRED!!!!

Mustafa: [peeps in] Uh, she wants to...see the chef.

Skinner: [clears throat and goes out to the dining area to speak with Solene] B-But he...

Colette: [grabs the spoon and tastes the soup, surprised; Skinner comes back with a stunned expression] What did the customer say?

Mustafa: It was not a customer. It was a critic!

Colette: Ego?

Skinner: Solene LeClaire.

Colette: LeClaire! What did she say?

Mustafa: [Remy, hiding under a strainer, is getting ready to go out the kitchen window] She likes the soup.

Gusteau: [stops Remy] Wait.

Remy: What do you mean, wait? You're the reason I'm in this mess!

Gusteau: Someone is talking about your soup.

Skinner: [sipping the new soup; growling at Linguini] What are you playing at?

Linguini: [uncertain] Um, uh...am I still fired?

Colette: You can't fire him.

Skinner: [shocked] What?!

Colette: LeClaire likes it, yeah? She made a point of telling you so! If she write a review to that effect and find out you fired the cook responsible?

Skinner: [scoffs] He's a garbage boy!

Colette: Who made something she liked! How can we claim to represent the name of Gusteau if we don't uphold his most cherished belief?

Skinner: And what belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou?

Colette: [Skinner looks around at the other cooks, who are smiling with approval] Anyone can cook"!

Skinner: [pondering] Perhaps I have been a bit harsh on our new garbage boy! He has taken a bold risk, and we should reward that, as Chef Gusteau would have. If he wishes to swim in dangerous waters, who are we to deny him?

Remy: Hmm?

Gusteau: You were escaping?

Remy: [remembers] Oh, yeah.

Skinner: [to Colette; to Linguini, in a low, menacing voice; [luck; sees Remy and gasps; grabs a broom and hits Remy with it] Since you have expressed such an interest in his cooking career, you shall be responsible for it. Anyone else? Hmm? Then back to work! You are either very ]y or very unlucky! You will make the soup again, and this time I'll be paying attention! Very close attention! They think you might be a cook, but do you know what I think, Linguini? I think you are a sneaky, overreaching little... RAAAAAAT!!!!

Horst: [Everyone attempts to catch Remy] Get the rat!

Skinner: Linguini! Get something to trap it!

Horst: It’s getting away! Get it, get it, get it!

Linguini: [has trapped Remy in a jar] What should I do now?!

Skinner: Kill it!

Linguini: Now?!

Skinner: [Linguini runs outside and heads for the Seine River on his bicycle. He's about to drop Remy into the river, but stops when he sees Remy looking at him sadly] No! Not in the kitchen! Are you mad?! Do you know what would happen to us if anyone knew we had a rat in our kitchen? They'd close us down! Our reputation is hanging by a thread as it is! Take it away from here, far away! Kill it! Dispose of it! GO!

Linguini: [Remy shakes his head; Remy shakes his head again; again; sinks down on the wall with a sigh; gasps; Remy nods; Remy shakes his head; Remy shrugs modestly; falls and accidentally knocks the jar into the river; dives in and reappears soaking wet with Remy; sniffs; Remy nods; Remy nods] (You know what?!) Don't look at me like that! You aren't the only one who's trapped! They expect me to cook it again! I mean, I'm not ambitious. I wasn't trying to cook. I was just trying to stay out of trouble! You're the 1 who was gettin fancy with the spices! What did you throw in there?! Oregano? No? What, ro...uh, rosemary? That's a spice isn't it, rosemary? You didn't throw rosemary in there? Then what was all the flipping and...all the throwing the... I need this job. I've lost so many. I don't know how to cook, and now I'm actually talking to a rat as if you... Did you nod? Have...Have you been nodding? You understand me? So I'm not crazy! Ha! Wait a second, wait a second...Uh, I can't cook, can I? But, you...you can, right? Look, don't be so modest, you're a rat for Pete's sake. Whatever you did, they liked it. Yeah. This could work. Hey, they liked the soup...! Ah! They like the soup. Do you think you could...do it again? Okay, I'm gonna let you out now. But we're together on this, right? Okay....

Remy: [on top of a window at the restaurant looking down into the kitchen] I can't believe it. A real gourmet kitchen, and I get to watch!

Gusteau: You've have read my book. Let us see how much you know, huh? Which one is the chef?

Remy: [pointing to Skinner] Oh! Uh...Oh, that guy.

Gusteau: Very good. Who is next in command?

Remy: [pointing to Horst; pointing to Lalo; pointing to Larousse and Pompidou; pointing to Colette and another cook] The sous-chef... There. The sous is responsible for the kitchen when the chef's not around. Saucier, in charge of sauces. Very important. Chef de partie, demi chef de partie, both important. Commis, commis, they're cooks. Very important.

Gusteau: [points to Linguini, clumsily cleaning up the kitchen] Ah, you are a clever rat. Now, who is that?

Remy: Oh, him? He's nobody.

Gusteau: Not nobody. He is part of the kitchen.

Remy: No, he's a plongeur or something. He washes dishes or takes out the garbage. He doesn't cook.

Gusteau: But he could!

Remy: [dismissively] Uh, no.

Gusteau: How do you know? What do I always say, Remy? Anyone can cook.

Remy: Well yeah, anyone can. That doesn't mean that anyone should.

Gusteau: Well, that is not stopping him. See?

Remy: [to Gusteau] What?! What is he doing?! No... No! No, this is terrible! He...He's ruining the soup! And-And nobody's noticing it?! It's your restaurant! Do something!

Gusteau: What can I do? I am a figment of your imagination.

Remy: [slips from the window and falls into the kitchen] But he is ruining the soup!!! We have got to tell someone that he's the-

Gusteau: [chastising Remy] What are you doing?!

Remy: [sighs] I'm hungry! I don't know where I am, I don't know when I'll find food again!

Gusteau: Remy, you are better than that. You are a cook! A cook makes; a thief takes! You are not a thief.

Remy: But I am hungry...

Gusteau: [chuckles; his image disappears into the bread crumb] Food will come, Remy. Food always comes to those who love to cook.

Woman: [aiming a gun at her husband] You think I'm playing, Francois?! You think I am playing?!

Francois: You don't have the guts!

Remy: DOG!

Remy: Paris? All this time, I've been underneath Paris?! Wow. It's beautiful.

Gusteau: [as a sign on his restaurant] The most beautiful.

Remy: Gusteau's? Your restaurant? You've led me to your restaurant!

Gusteau: It seems as though I have. Yes. There it is! I have led you to it!

Remy: I gotta see this.

Remy: [voiceover] I waited. For a sound. A voice. A sign. Something.

Gusteau: [as a book illustration; Remy is shocked. He looks under the page Gusteau's image is under] If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. Why do you wait and mope?

Remy: Well, I just lost my family...all my friends. Probably forever.

Gusteau: How do you know?

Remy: [catches himself with a scoff] I...uh... You are an illustration. Why am I talking to you?

Gusteau: Oh, you just lost your family, all your friends. You are lonely.

Remy: Yeah....well, you're dead!

Gusteau: Ah, but that is no match for wishful thinking! If you focus on what you left behind, you will never be able to see what lies ahead! Now go up, and look around!

Emile: Okay Who's Gusteau?

Remy: Just a greatest chef in the world. Wrote this cookbook.

Emile: Wait. You read?!

Remy: Well, not excessively.

Emile: Oh, man Does Dad know.

Remy: [[book] You could fill a ], a lot of books, with things Dad doesn't know. And they have. Which is why I read...which is also our secret.

Emile: [stammers; [crime] I don't like secrets. All this cooking and reading and TV-watching while we... read and cook. It's like you're involving me in ], and I let you. Why do I let you?

Django: [about his sons] What's taking those kids so long?

Remy: [sniffs] L'Aquilla Saffron. Italian, huh? Gusteau says it's excellent. Good thing the old lady is a food lover...

Gusteau: [on TV] Forget mystique. This is about your cooking.

Remy: Hey! That's Gusteau! Emile, look!

Gusteau: [on TV] Great cooking is not for the faint of heart. You must be imaginative, strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work. And you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul. What I say is true - anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great.

Remy: [sighs; [poetry] Pure ].

TV Narrator: But it was not to last. Gusteau's restaurant lost one of its five stars after a scathing review by France's top food critic, Anton Ego. It was a severe blow to Gusteau, and the brokenhearted chef died shortly afterwards, which according to tradition, meant the loss of another star.

Remy: [shocked; the old Lady turns off TV, sees Remy, and screams; Emile runs in the other direction] Gusteau is dead? RUN! NO! You'll lead her to the colony!

Emile: [stuck on the ceiling lamp] HELP, REMY, HELP!

Remy: [the old lady only hears the sounds of squeaking] Emile, start swinging the light! I'll try to grab ya! EMILE, SWING TO ME!

Django: Evacuate! Everyone, to the boats!

Remy: The book. Excuse me. Move, move.

Django: Go, go, go, go. Move, move, move.

Remy: [voiceover, narrating; [life; speaking] This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my ] a little bit. What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat. Which means, life is hard. And second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell. Flour, eggs, sugar, vanilla bean. Oh! A small twist of lemon.

Emile: [pops out of the Napoleon] Whoa, you can smell all of that? You have a gift!

Remy: [voiceover] This is Emile. My brother. He's easily impressed.

Django: [sarcastically; deadpan] So you can smell ingredients! So what?

Remy: [voiceover; Django prepares to eat a rotten apple core when Remy smells something; speaking; snatches the core from Django's hands] This is my dad. He's never impressed. He also happens to be the leader of our clan. So, what's wrong with having highly developed senses? Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Don't eat that!

Django: What's goin’ on here?

Remy: [voiceover; Remy smiles proudly; cuts to him sitting, bored, on a stump as other rats bring him food; voiceover; speaking; a rat looks in confusion; voiceover] Turns out that funny smell was rat poison. Suddenly, Dad didn't think my talent was useless. I was feelin’ pretty good about my gift. Until Dad gave me a job. Clean. Clean. That's right. Poison checker. Cleanerific. Cleanerino. Close to godliness. Which means clean. Y'know: "Cleanliness is close to..." Never mind. Move on. Well, it made my dad proud.

Django: Now, don't you feel better, Remy? Eh? You've helped a noble cause.

Remy: Noble? We're thieves, Dad. And what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage.

Django: It isn't stealing if no one wants it.

Remy: [voiceover; Remy pushes the garbage away] If no one wants it, why are we stealing it?! Let's just say we have different points of view. This much I knew: If you are what you eat, then I only wanna eat the good stuff. But to my dad...

Django: Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage.

Remy: Look, if we're going to be thieves. Why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen, where nothing is poisoned?

Django: First of all, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It's dangerous.

Remy: [voiceover; [food] I know I'm supposed to hate humans, but there's something about them. They don't just survive. They discover, they create. I mean, just look at what they do with ].

TV Gusteau: [[music; [color] How can I describe it? Good food is like ] you can taste, ] you can smell. There is excellence all around you. You need only be aware to stop and savor it.

Remy: [voiceover] Oh, Gusteau was right. Oh... mmm... yeah. Oh, amazing... Each flavor was totally unique.

Remy: [voiceover] But -- combine one flavor with another, and something new was created!

Remy: [voiceover; voiceover] So now I had a secret life. The only one knew about it was Emile. Hey, Emile. Emile. I found a mushroom. Come on, you're good at hiding food. Help me find a good place to put this. He doesn't understand me, but I can be myself around him.

Emile: Why are you walking like that?

Remy: I don't want to constantly have to wash my paws.

TV Narrator: [first lines] Although each of the world's countries would like to dispute this fact, we French know the truth: The best food in the world is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris. And the best food in Paris, some say, is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau. Gusteau's restaurant,is the toast of Paris, booked five months in advance. And his dazzling ascent to the top of fine French cuisine has made his competitors envious. He is the youngest chef ever to achieve a five-star rating. Chef Gusteau's cookbook, Anyone Can Cook!, Climbed to the top of the bestseller list. But not everyone celebrates its success.

Anton Ego: [[belief|believe] Amusing title, "Anyone Can Cook!". What's even more amusing is that Gusteau actually seems to ] it. I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously and no, I don't think anyone can do it.

Skinner: [takes a bite of the ratatouille; barges into the kitchen; sees the kitchen full of rats and gasps] No. It can't be. Who cooked the ratatouille?! I demand to know!

Skinner: [captures Remy in a cage] You may think you are a chef, but you are still... only a rat. So! I have in mind a simple arrangement; you will create for me a new line of Chef Skinner frozen foods, and I, in return, will not kill you. Au revoir, rat!

Django: First of all, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It's dangerous.

Django: Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage.

Emile: Hey there, li'l brother!

Emile: I don really know.

Anton Ego: [looks at Remy in the kitchen door-window] Surprise me....!

Anton Ego: [in his review; [criticism|critic; [risk; [judgment; [w:Varieties of criticism|negative criticism; [fun; [truth; [meaning|meaningful; [discovery; [defense; [world; [talent; [creation; [friendship|friends; [wikt:to the core|to my core; [secret; [understanding|understand; [artist; [opinion; [France] In many ways, the work of a ] is easy. We ] very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our ]. We thrive on ], which is ] to write and to read. But the bitter ] we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more ] than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the ] and ] of the new. The ] is often unkind to new ], new ]s. The new needs ]. Last night, I experienced something new, an extra-ordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me ]. In the past, I have made no ] of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize, only now do I truly ] what he meant. Not everyone can become a great ], but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's ], nothing less than the finest chef in ]. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

Anton Ego: [in Linguini's dream; laughs evilly] Yes, I'd like your heart roasted on a spit.

Anton Ego: [Linguini gulps nervously; [expectations; [disappointment|disappoint] I don't like food, I love it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow. I will return tomorrow night with high ]. Pray you don't ] me.

Anton Ego: [first lines; [belief|believe] Amusing title, "Anyone Can Cook!". What's even more amusing is that Gusteau actually seems to ] it. I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously and no, I don't think anyone can do it.

Auguste Gusteau: But you don't, Remy. You never did!

Auguste Gusteau: [[soul] You must be imaginative, and strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your ]. What I say is true. Anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great.