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I can't remember the last time I asked a waiter to give my compliments to the chef. And now I find myself in the extraordinary position of having my waiter be the chef. Thanks, but I'm just your waiter tonight. Then who do I thank for the meal? Excuse me a minute. You must be the chef... If you wish to meet the chef, you will have to wait until all the other customer have gone. So be it.
Ratatouille
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- Have you had a pet rat? - No. - Did you work in a lab with rats? - No. Perhaps you lived in squalor at some point? Nopety nopety no. You know something about rats! You know you do! You know who know do whacka-doo. Ratta-tatta. - Hey! Why do they call it that? - What? Ratatouille. It's like a stew, right? Why do they call it that? If you're going to name a food, you should give it a name that sounds delicious. Ratatouille doesn't sound delicious. It sounds like "rat" and "patootie." Rat patootie. Which does not sound delicious. Regrettably we are all out of wine.
Ratatouille
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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