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I can't believe it! You're alive! - You made it! - I thought I'd never see you guys again! We figured you didn't survive the rapids. And what are you eating? I don't really know. I think it was some sort of wrapper once. What? No. You're in Paris now, baby. My town. No brother of mine eats rejectamenta in my town.
Ratatouille
1m25s
Well, the will stipulates that if after a period of two years from the date of death no heir appears, Gusteau's business interests will pass to his sous chef. You. I know what the will stipulates. What I want to know is if this letter... If this boy changes anything! There's not much resemblance. There's no resemblance at all. He is not Gusteau's son. Gusteau had no children, and what of the timing of all this? The deadline in the will expires in less than a month! Suddenly, some boy arrives with a letter from his recently deceased mother claiming Gusteau is his father? Highly suspect! - This is Gusteau's? - Yes, yes, yes. - May I? - Of course. But the boy does not know. She claims she never told him, or Gusteau, and asks that I not tell. - Why you? What does she want? - A job for the boy. - Only a job? - Well, yes. Then what are you worried about? If he works here, you'll be able to keep an eye on him while I do a little digging. Find out how much of this is real. I will need you to collect some DNA samples from the boy. Hair, maybe. Mark my words. The whole thing is highly suspect. He knows something. Relax, he's a garbage boy. I think you can handle him.
Ratatouille
45.1s
- So, we have given up. - Why do you say that? We are in a cage inside the car trunk awaiting a future in frozen food products. No, I'm the one in a cage. I've given up. You are free. I am only as free as you imagine me to be. As you are. Oh, please. I'm sick of pretending. I pretend to be a rat for my father. I pretend to be a human through Linguini. 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? But you don't, Remy. You never did.
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