Ratatouille 2007 quotes, page 4

Skinner

What are you playing at?

Linguini

I, um--am I still fired?

Colette

You can't fire him!

Skinner

What?!

Colette

LeClaire [food critic] likes it, yeah? She made a point of telling you so! If she write a review to that effect and find out you fire the cook responsible?

Skinner

Ha! 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 apply his most cherished belief?

Skinner

And what belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou?

Colette

Anyone can cook. [whole room falls silent]

Linguini

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 biting, or nipping, or running up and down my body with your little rat feet! The biting, no! Scampering, no! No scampering or scurrying!

Anton Ego

In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face, is that in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talents, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new; an extraordinary 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 to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto, "Anyone can cook". But I realize - only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, 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 opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.

Gusteau

Or Tooth, I said "Tooth-Pickin' Chicken?" 'Bout as French as a corndog!

Gusteau

Ideals? If Chef Fancy-Pants had any "ideals", you think I'd be hawkin' barbeque over here!

Skinner

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!

Gusteau

Roming roon!

This is me. I think it's apparent I need to rethink my life 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.

Linguini

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.

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

Skinner

Welcome to hell.

Anton Ego

Surprise me....!

Anton Ego

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

Linguini

I know this sounds insane, but, well, the truth sounds insane sometimes, but that doesn't mean it's not the truth. And the truth is...I have no talent at all. But this r-rat [picks up R?my], he's the one behind these recipes. He's the cook, the real cook. [puts R?my on his head] He's been hiding under my toque. He's been controlling my actions. [R?my pulls Linguini's hair causing his arms go up] He's the reason I can cook the food that's exciting everyone, the reason Ego is outside that door! You've been giving me credit for his gift. I know it's a hard thing to believe, but hey, you-you believed I could cook, right? Look, 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.

Linguini

Whoa-ho! That's strangely involuntary--ahhh!