Ratatouille

Ratatouille quotes

90 total quotes (ID: 482)

Anton Ego
Émile
Colette
Django
Gusteau
Horst
Linguini
Opening lines
Rémy
Skinner


Skinner: No, no, no, no, no, no-o-o-o-o!!
Lawyer: The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out. He is Gusteau's son.
Skinner: This can't just happen! The whole thing is a set up! The boy knows! [sees Linguini innocently cooking in kitchen] Look at him out there, pretending to be an idiot! He's toying with my mind like a cat with a ball of-of something!
Lawyer: String?
Skinner: Yes! Playing dumb, taunting me with that rat!
Lawyer: Rat?
Skinner: Yes! He's consorting with it, deliberately trying to make me think it's important!
Lawyer: The rat?
Skinner: Exactly!
Lawyer: [awkwardly] Is the rat important?
Skinner: Of course not! He just wants me to think that it is! Oh, 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! [snapping fingers] Oooooh! "Oooh, 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?! Oh no! I refuse to be sucked into his little game, of--
Lawyer: [disturbed] Should I be concerned about this? About you?


TV Reporter: 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.

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 food!

Émile: [referring to R?my's bipedal gait] Why are you walking like that?
R?my: I don't want to constantly have to wash my paws. Do you ever think about how we walk on the same paws that we handle food with? Do you ever think about what we put into our mouths?
Émile: All the time.
R?my: Ugh. When I eat, I don't want to taste everywhere my paws have been.
Émile: Well, go ahead, but if Dad sees you walking like that, he's not gonna like it.

Colette: This is no time to experiment! We have customers waiting!
Linguini: You're right! I should listen to you! [he pushes R?my through his toque. R?my slaps him in the face with his own hand immediately] Ow!

Change is nature. The part we can influence. And it starts when we decide.

Gusteau: [as a book illustration] If you are hungry, go up and look around, R?my. Why do you wait and mope?
R?my: Well, I just lost my family...all my friends. Probably forever.
Gusteau: How do you know?
R?my: 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.
R?my: 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!

[holding R?my in a jar] You're the one who was getting fancy with the spices! What did you throw in there? Oregano? [terrified R?my shakes his head] No? What? Ro--uh, rosemary? [he shakes his head again] That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary? [R?my nods.] You didn't throw rosemary in there? Then what was all the flipping and all the throwing and the-- [Linguini sulks] 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-- [he gasps] Did you nod? [R?my nods] Have you been nodding? You understand me![R?my, brow raised, nods again]. So I'm not crazy! Wait a second, wait a second-- Uh, I can't cook, can I? [R?my thinks for a moment, then shakes his head] But you, heh, you can, right? [R?my shrugs modestly but acknowledgedly]. Look, don't be so modest. You're a rat for Pete's sake.

[Skinner has asked his lawyer to help him with Gusteau's will]
Lawyer: Ahem, well, the will stipulates that if after a period of two years from the date of death no heir appears, Gusteau's business interests will pass to his sous-chef, you.
Skinner: I know what the will stipulates! What I want to know is if this letter, [looks at Linguini out window] if this boy changes anything!
Lawyer: [compares Linguini's image to Gusteau's] There's not much resemblance...
Skinner: There's no resemblance, at all! He's not Gusteau's son; Gusteau had no children! And what of the timing of all this?! The deadline in the will expires in less than a month! Suddenly some boy arrives with a letter from his recently-deceased mother claiming Gusteau is his father?! Highly suspect!
Lawyer: [observes Gusteau's old toque] But the boy does not know?
Skinner: She claims she never told him, or Gusteau, and asks that I not tell!
Lawyer: Why you? What does she want?
Skinner: [disinterested] A job for the boy.
Lawyer: [takes out Gusteau's hair from toque] Only a job?
Skinner: Well...yes.
Lawyer: [folds hair in tissue] Then what are you worried about? If he works here, you'll be able to keep an eye on him while I do a little digging, find out how much of this is real. I'll need you to collect some DNA samples from the boy, hair, maybe.
Skinner: Mark my words, the whole thing is highly suspect! [nervously] He knows something...
Lawyer: Relax; he's a garbage boy. I think you can handle him. [leaves Skinner feeling uneasy]

This much I knew. If you are what you eat, then I only wanna eat the good stuff.

R?my: [Describing the time after Ego gave his review] It was a great night. The happiest night of my life. But the only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability. [A sign saying "CLOSED" is placed on the front door of Gusteau's] Well, we had to let Skinner and the health inspector loose, and of course they ratted us out. The food didn't matter. Once it got out there were rats in the kitchen, oh, man, the restaurant was closed, and Ego lost his job and his credibility. But don't feel too bad for him. He's doing very well as a small business investor. He seems very happy.
Rat: How do you know? [R?my pulls back the leaves behind them to reveal the rats are in the attic of a restaurant. Ego is sitting beneath them, happily toasting his fellow customers. There is a dinging sound, and R?my turns to see Colette in the kitchen, gesturing at him]
R?my: Oh, gotta go. Dinner rush.

Django: Now don't you feel better, R?my, huh? You've helped a noble cause!
R?my: "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!
R?my: If no one wants it, why are we stealing it?!

Linguini: When I added that extra ingredient instead of following the recipe like you said, that wasn't me...either.
Colette: What do you mean?
Linguini: I mean, I wouldn't have done that. I would've followed the recipe, I would've followed your advice. I would've followed your advice 'til the ends of the Earth because I love your-r-r-r advice. But--
R?my: [In Linguini's toque, to self] Don't do it...
Linguini: [hesitantly] I have a secret. It's sort of disturbing. I have a ra--I have a ra-a-a-a--
Colette: You have a rash?
Linguini: No, no, no. I have this-this tiny, uh, little, little--[rapidly] a-tiny-chef-who-tells-me-what-to-do.

[R?my and Émile have just been struck by lightning]
R?my: Whoa you've gotta taste this! It's-it's got this kind of, burny, melty, it's not really a smoky taste, it's-it's a certain, oh, it's kindof like a "Whoosh! Kaboom! Zap!" kind of taste, don't you think? What would you call that flavor?
Émile: [hesitantly] Lightning-y?
R?my: Yeah! It's lightning-y!

[in the trailer] You know, if you can sorta' muscle your way past the gagging reflex, all kinds of food possibilities open up.