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21.6s
He doesn't understand me, but I can be myself around him. Why are you walking like that? I don't want to constantly have to wash my paws. Did you ever think about how we walk on the same paws that we handle food with? You ever think about what we put into our mouths? All the time. When I eat, I don't want to taste everywhere my paws have been. Well, go ahead. But if Dad sees you walking like that, he's not going to like it.
Ratatouille
33.8s
Ah, I'Aquila saffron. Italian. Huh? Gusteau says it's excellent. Good thing the old lady is a food love... Forget mystique. This is about your cooking. Hey! That's Gusteau. Emile, look. Great cooking is not for the faint of heart. Great cooking is not for the faint of heart. You must be imaginative, strong hearted. You must try things that may not work. And you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul. What I say is true. Anyone can cook. But only the fearless can be great.
Ratatouille
21s
Well, it made my dad proud. Now, don't you feel better, Remy? You've helped a noble cause. Noble? We're thieves, Dad. And what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage. It isn't stealing if no one wants it. If no one wants it, why are we stealing it? Let's just say we have different points of view.
Ratatouille
38.1s
I can't believe it. - You are Monsieur Linguini? - Hello. Pardon me for interrupting your premature celebration, but I thought it only fair to give you a sporting chance as you are new to this game. - Game? - Yes. And you've been playing without an opponent. Which is, as you may have guessed, against the rules. You're Anton Ego. You're slow for someone in the fast lane. And you're thin for someone who likes food.
Ratatouille
1m21s
Open down low. I'm getting buried here. Hello, Chef Skinner. How your night be now? Bonjour, chef. Hello, Chef Skinner. - Evening, chef. Ordering deux filet. Hey, boss, look who is here. Alfredo Linguini, Renata's little boy. - Hi. - All grown up, eh? You remember Renata, Gusteau's old flame? - Yes. How are you... - Linguini. Yes, Linguini. So nice of you to visit. How is... - My mother? - Renata. - Yes, Renata. How is she? - Good. Well, not... She's been better. I mean... She died. Oh. I'm sorry. Oh, don't be. She believed in heaven, so she's covered. You know, afterlife-wise? - What's this? - She left it for you. I think she hoped it would help me, you know, get a job here. But of course. Gusteau wouldn't hesitate. Any son of Renata's is more than... Yes, well, we could file this and if something suitable opens up... We have already hired him. What? How dare you hire someone without my... We needed a garbage boy.
Ratatouille
1m16s
You didn't throw rosemary in there? Then what was all the flipping and all the throwing the... 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... Did you nod? Have you been nodding? You understand me? So I'm not crazy! Wait a second, wait a second. I can't cook, can I? But you... You can, right? Look, don't be so modest. You're a rat, for Pete's sake. Whatever you did, they liked it. Yeah. This could work. Hey, they liked the soup! They liked the soup. Do you think you could do it again? Okay, I'm going to let you out now. But we're together on this. Right? Okay.
Ratatouille
41.2s
Listen, I just want you to know how honored I am to be studying under such... No! You listen. I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with. How many women do you see in this kitchen? Well, I... - Only me. Why do you think that is? - Well, I... Because haute cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules written by stupid old men. Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world. But still I'm here. How did this happen? Because, well, because you... Because I am the toughest cook in this kitchen. I've worked too hard for too long to get here and I am not going to jeopardize it for some garbage boy who got lucky. Got it? Wow!
Ratatouille
50.2s
What are you playing at? Am I still fired? You can't fire him. - What? LeClaire likes it, yeah? She made a point of telling you so. If she write a review to that effect and find out you fired the cook responsible... - He's a garbage boy. - Who made something she liked. How can we claim to represent the name of Gusteau if we don't uphold his most cherished belief? And what belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou? Anyone can cook. Perhaps I have been a bit harsh on our new garbage boy. He has taken a bold risk and we should reward that, as Chef Gusteau would have. If he wishes to swim in dangerous waters, who are we to deny him?
Ratatouille