Remy
It's locked. Hmm.
Gusteau
Remy, what are you doing in here?
Remy
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
Yes. No...it's complicated! It's family. They don't have your–– ideals! [The cardboard Gusteaus start speaking]
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
Can you guys SHUT UP?! [the cutouts then stop talking] 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... [finds the key and spots his will] Here it is. Hey. Your will! Oh, this is interesting. Mind if I...?
Gusteau
Not at all.
Remy
Linguini? Why would Linguini be filed with your will?
Gusteau
This used to be my office. [Remy reads Gusteau's will and the letter Linguini's mother wrote.]
Remy
He's your son?!
Gusteau
I have a son?!
Remy
How could you not know this?!
Gusteau
I am a figment of your imagination! You did not know, how could I?!
Remy
Well, your son is the rightful owner of this restaurant!!
Skinner
No! No! The rat! [Remy grabs the papers and runs off. Skinner dashes outside to catch him, only to bump into Lalo riding a motor scooter] NOOOOOOOO--!!!
Sorry, Chef!
Skinner
The rat! It's stolen my documents! It's getting away! [pushes Lalo off the scooter, and drives off to find Remy]
