Mustafa
Someone has asked what is new!
Horst
New?
Mustafa
Yes! What do I tell them?
Horst
Well, what did you tell them?
Mustafa
I told them I would ask!
Skinner
What are you blathering about?
Horst
Customers are asking what is new! What should I tell them?
Skinner
What did you tell them?
Mustafa
I told them I would ask!
Mustafa
Do you know what you would like this evening, sir?
Ego
Yes, I think I do. After hearing a lot of over-heated puffery about your new cook, do 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
With what, sir?
Ego
Perspective, fresh out, I take it?
Ego
Very well. Since you are 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...um...your dinner selection?
Ego
Tell your chef, Linguini, that I want whatever what he dares to serve me! Tell him to hit me with his best shot!
Horst
It's your recipe! How can you not know your own RECIPE?!
Linguini
I didn't write it down, it just came to me!
Horst
Well, make it come to you again, ja? BECAUSE WE CAN'T SERVE THIS!!
Mustafa
Where's my order?!
Linguini
Can't we serve them something else?! Something I didn't invent?
This is what they're ordering!
Linguini
Make them order something else! Tell him we're all out!
We cannot be all out. We just opened.
I have another idea. What if we serve them what they order?!
Colette
We will make it! Just tell us what you did!
Linguini
I don't know what I did!
Horst
We need to tell the customers something!
Linguini
Then tell them... tell them... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [flees the kitchen and runs back into the office]
Eh?
Django
Remy!
Emile
Don't do it!
Django
Remy! Don't! Stop!
Emile
They'll see you! STOP!
Horst
We are not talking about me! We are talking about what to do right now!
Colette
RAAAAAT!!! Kill it!
RAAAAAT!!!
Django
Remy!
Horst
Get my knife!
Linguini
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".]
