Gusteau's already has a face, and it's fat and lovable and familiar. And it sells burritos! Millions and millions of burritos! The deadline passes in three days. Then you can fire him whenever he ceases to be valuable and no one will ever know.
Ratatouille
1.5s
Linguini?
Ratatouille
1.4s
Okay.
Ratatouille
2.3s
Something's stuck in my teeth.
Ratatouille
15.2s
Have you decided this evening? - Your soup is excellent. But... - But we order it every time. - What else do you have? - Well, we have a very nice foie gras. I know about the foie gras. The old standby, used to be famous for it. What does the chef have that's new?
Ratatouille
2.2s
We need someone to wait tables.
Ratatouille
3.2s
I was reminded how fragile it all was.
Ratatouille
13.1s
Oh, seriously now. I'd love to have a little talk with you, Linguini, in my office. - Am I in trouble? - Trouble? No. A little wine, a friendly chat. Just us cooks.
Ratatouille
1m11s
No, no, no, no, no, no, no! The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out. He is Gusteau's son. This can't just happen! The whole thing is a setup! The boy knows! Look at him out there, pretending to be an idiot. He's toying with my mind like a cat with a ball of... Something. - String? - Yes! Playing dumb. - Taunting me with that rat. - Rat? Yes. He's consorting with it. Deliberately trying to make me think it's important. - The rat. - Exactly! Is the rat important? Of course not! He just wants me to think that it is. Oh, I see the theatricality of it. A rat appears on the boy's first night, I order him to kill it. And now he wants me to see it everywhere. Ooh! It's here! No, it isn't, it's here! Am I seeing things, am I crazy? Is there a phantom rat or is there not? But, oh, no! I refuse to be sucked into his little game of... Should I be concerned about this? About you?
