Gusteau
So, we have given up.
R?my
Why do you say that?
Gusteau
We are in a cage inside a car trunk, awaiting a future in frozen food products.
R?my
No. I'm the one in a cage; I've given up. You...are free.
Gusteau
I am only as free as you imagine me to be, as you are.
R?my
Oh please! I'm sick of pretending. I pretend I'm a rat for my father, I pretend to be a human through Linguini, I-I pretend you exist so I have someone 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?
