Django Now shut up and eat your garbage.
Voiced by Brian Dennehy 
Ratatouille (2007) · 105 quotes
Ratatouille (2007) · 105 quotes
Tied for 6th most-quoted character in Ratatouille (2007): in 14 of its 105 quotes
Most scenes with: Horst (7), Rémy (5), Emile (4)
Food is fuel. Get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die.
More lines from Django
3 quotes Django Django We're not birds. We're rats. We don't leave the nest, we make it bigger.
Django First of all, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It's dangerous.
Scenes with Django
10 scenes 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?!
Django [Django shows R?my dead rats in exterminator shop]
Take a good, long look, R?my. This 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, R?my. When all is said and done, we're all we've got. [starts to walk away]
R?my
No.
Django [stops]
What?
R?my
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.
R?my
Change is nature, Dad. The part that we can influence. And it starts when we decide. [he walks away]
Django Where are you going?
R?my
With luck, forward.
Django [Django and Émile have just rescued R?my]
Where are you going?
R?my
Back to the restaurant! They'll fail without me!
Django Why do you care?
R?my
Because I'm a cook!
R?my
Dad, I...I don't know what to say.
Django I was wrong about your friend, about you.
R?my
I don't want you to think I'm choosing this over family. I can't choose between two halves of myself.
Django I'm not talkin' about cooking. I'm talkin' about guts.
R?my
[Health inspector walks in on the rat colony, stares in shock for a moment, then runs away]
Stop that health inspector!
Django Delta team, go, go, go!
Django [Last lines]
Yeah, that story gets better the way I tell it. [Chuckling Hey, can we get some food over here?
I knew it!
It's my... Second, third, fourth... Fifth time. Monday was my first time. But I've been taking out the garbage lots of time before that…
Yes, yes. Have some more wine. Tell me, Linguini about your interests. Do you like animals?
What? Animals? What kind?
Oh, the usual, dogs, cats, horses, guinea pigs, rats.
[comes out with scraps of gourmet food]
I brought you something to -- [sees Emile eating the garbage] AGH!!!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW!
[Emile shamefully spits out the garbage; Remy sighs]
I have got to teach you about food. Close your eyes. [Emile does; hands him some cheese] Now, take a bite of thi -- [Emile inhales it] NO! NO, NO! Don't just hork it down!
Too late. [swallows]
Here. [hands him another piece] Ah, chew it slowly... Only think about the taste.
[Emile tastes the cheese slowly; everything behind him fades to black as a faint yellow-grey visualization appears along with a low bass melody]
See?
Not really.
Creamy, salty sweet... an oaky nuttiness... You detect that?
Oh, I'm detecting nuttiness.
Close your eyes. [hands Emile half a grape] Now taste this.
[Emile tastes the grape; light violet visualizations appear to a vibraphone melody]
Whole different thing, right? Sweet, crisp, slight tang on the finish?
Okay...
Now, try them together.
[Emile tastes them both at once; both melodies slowly begin to merge and get progressively louder as the visualizations grow and change shape little by little] Emile Okay... I think I'm gettin' a little something there...
Uh-huh?
It might be the nuttiness...
See?
Could be the tang...
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!
I think...
Uh-huh?!
You've lost me again.
But that was interesting. Most interesting garbage I ever-- HEY! What are we doing?! Dad doesn't know you are alive yet! We've got to go to the colony! Everyone will be thrilled!
Yeah! But…
What?
The thing is, I kind of have too…
What do you have to more than family? What's more important here?
Well, I… It wouldn't hurt to visit.
Have you ever had a pet rat?
No.
Did you work in a lab with rats?
No.
Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point!
Nopety nopety no.
You know something about rats! You know you do!
You know who know do whacka-doo. Ratta-tatta. Hey! Why do they call it that?
What?
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. [sharing more wine]
Regrettably, [drops the wine on the trash can] we are all out of wine.
Django My son has returned. [Rats cheering] 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.
I know. I am sorry, Dad.
Django Well, the important thing is that you're home.
Yeah, well, about that…
Django You look thin. Why is that? A shortage of food, or a surplus of snobbery?
No, I'm the one in a cage. I've giving up. You are free.
I am only as free as you imagine me to be. As you are.
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 pretend you exist so I have some much 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?!
Django [Git pushes a statue off the building, smashing open the trunk of Skinner's car] [to Git]
No. My other left!
[inside Skinner's trunk, mumbling]
Dad? Dad, I'm in here! [Git pushes another statue off the building] I'm inside the trunk! [it falls and lands onto Skinner's trunk] What the... Dad?
Hey, Little Brother!
Emile! [Django and Emile release him from Skinner's cage; affectionately] I love you guys! [runs toward the restaurant]
Django Where are you going?!
Back to the restaurant! They'll fail without me!
Django Why do you care?!
BECAUSE I'M A COOK!!!
[Meanwhile in the kitchen] [to Linguini]
It's your recipe! How can you not know your own RECIPE?!
I didn't write it down, it just came to me!
Well, make it come to you again, ja? BECAUSE WE CAN'T SERVE THIS!!
Where's my order?!
Can't we serve them something else?! Something I didn't invent?
Larousse
This is what they're ordering!
Make them order something else! Tell him we're all out!
Pompidou
We cannot be all out. We just opened.
Larousse
I have another idea. What if we serve them what they order?!
We will make it! Just tell us what you did!
I don't know what I did!
We need to tell the customers something!
Then tell them... tell them... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [flees the kitchen and runs back into the office]
LaRousse
[puzzled]
Eh?
Django [Remy is about to re-enter the kitchen] [trying to stop his son]
Remy!
Don't do it!
Django Remy! Don't! Stop!
They'll see you! STOP!
We are not talking about me! We are talking about what to do right now!
Chefs
RAAAAAT!!!
Django Remy!
Get my knife!
[Linguini sees and gasps in his office] [jumps in front of the chefs]
DON'T TOUCH HIM!!! [whispers to Remy] Thank you for coming back, Little Chef. [to the chefs] I know this sounds insane, but... well, folks, the truth sounds insane sometimes, but that doesn't mean it's not. Uh, the truth. And the truth is, I have no talent at all, but this rat, he's the one behind these recipes, he's the cook! The real cook. He's been hiding under my toque. He's been controlling my actions. He's the reason I can cook the food that's exciting everyone. The reason Ego is outside that door. I know it's hard to believe, but, hey, you believed I could cook, right? Look. [showing the chefs how Remy pulls a couple of his hair locks to control his arms] This works. It's crazy, but it works. We can be the greatest restaurant in Paris and this rat, this brilliant Little Chef, can lead us there. What do you say? You with me?
[Horst steps up, but takes off his apron, and leaves in disappointment. Both Emile and Django hide as the rest of the chefs leave. Colette is the last to leave. She raises her hand, about to slap Linguini, but she doesn't and instead sighs in disappointment. She climbs on her motorcycle and rides off. Both Linguini and Remy are sad. Linguini looks through the window, and sees Anton Ego, who gives him a glare. Linguini sadly walks back into his office, leaving Remy behind. Meanwhile, Colette rides in the streets in sadness. She stops and notices the cookbook in the window entitled "Anyone can cook".]
Waiter
And tonight, before the dessert course, we present for your pleasure, the traditional cheese trolley. To start, we have an excellent Clochette: creamy, very nice, very light. Next, a Brebis: hearty, with a surprising bite, I think you'll find. And finally, the pièce de résistance, a very special, very rare...
Woman
RAT!!!
Man
[Remy notices with a startled gasp, as the customers scream in shock, then he runs away by the trolley and rushes into the chef's room]
It's a rat!
[Remy runs away by the falling kitchen objects, then jumping on the table, and he screams as the scene freezes]
This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. I can't help myself. I... I like good food, okay? And good food is... is hard for a rat to find.
Django [voiceover]
It wouldn't be so hard to find if you weren't so picky!
I don't want to eat garbage, Dad! I... [notices Emile, who is eating a piece of garbage] What is that?
I don't really know.
You don't know, and you're eating it.
[mouth full]
You know, if you can sort of muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of food possibilities open up.
This is what I'm talking about. [the title card appears] I don't think any of this would've come up, but we happen to live in Paris, France. And it's so easy to find good food in Paris, it's just...
[The scene resumes, Remy screams and dashes towards the door with utensils sliding down, hitting the door, then the text puts up "Dinner will be served... Summer 2007"] [off-screen]
Gotta rethink your life.
Django [off-screen]
He's right, you know!
