OB40mukEXQ6QZ1740xdjwF1LEQ4 Quote to Remember: RATATOUILLE [2007]


Tuesday, September 24, 2013


 He's Dying to Become a Chef
Amusing title, "Anyone Can Cook".What's even more amusing is that Gusteau actually seems to believe it.
 I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously.
And, no, I don't think anyone can do it. 
~Anton Ego

 Dad: Don't you feel better, Remy? You've helped a noble cause.

 Remy: Noble? We're thieves, Dad.
 And what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage.
Dad: It isn't stealing if no one wants it. 
Remy: If no one wants it, why are we stealing it? 

Food is fuel.

You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. 
Now shut up, and eat your garbage.

I know I'm supposed to hate humans, but there's something about them.
 They don't just survive.
They discover, they create.
I mean, just look at what they do with food. 

Emile: Why are you walking like that?
Remy: 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?
Emile: All the time.
Remy: When I eat, I don't want to taste everywhere my paws have been.
Emile: Well, go ahead.
Buf if Dad sees you walking like that, he's not gonna like it.

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.

 [Remy about to eat the bread]

Gusteau: What are you doing?
Remy: I'm hungry.
I don't know where I am, and I don't know when I'll find food again.
Gusteau: Remy, you are better than that.
You are a cook.
A cook makes. A thief takes.
You are not a thief.
Remy: But I am hungry.
Gusteau: Food will come, Remy.
Food always comes to those who love to cook.

Gusteau: Which one is the chef?
Remy, point at Chef Skinner: Oh, that guy.
Gusteau: Very good.
Who is next in command?
Remy: The sous chef... there.
The sous is responsible for the kitchen when the chef's not around.
Sucier, in charge of sauces. Very imprtant.
Chef de partie, demi chef de partie, both important.
Commis, commis, they're cooks. Very important.
Gusteau: You are a clever rat.
Now, who is that? [point at Linguini]
Remy: Him? He's nobody.
Gusteau: Not nobody. He is part of the kitchen.
Remy: No, he's a plongeur or something.
He washes dishes or takes out the garbage.
He doesn't cook.
Gusteau: But he could.
Remy, chuckles: Uh, no.
Gusteau: How do you know?
What do I always say? Anyone can cook.

 This is not gonna work, Little Chef!

I'm going to lose it if we do this anymore.
We've got to figure out something else.
Something that doesn't involve any biting, or nipping, 
or running up and down my body with your little rat feet.
The biting, no! Scampering, no!
No scampering or scurrying. Understand, Little Chef?

Linguini: I want you to know how honored I am to be studying under such...
Colette: No, you listen!
I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with.
How many women do you see in this kitchen?
Only me.
Why do you think that is?
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?
Linguini: Because, well, because you...
Colette: 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?

Colette: What are you doing?
Linguini: I'm cutting vegetables.
Colette: No! You waste energy and time!
You think cooking is a cute job like Mommy in the kitchen?
Well, Mommy never had to face the dinner rush when the orders come flooding in,
and every dish is different and none are simple,
and all of the different cooking times,
but must arrive on the customer's table at exactly the same time, hot and perfect!
Every second counts, and you cannot be Mommy!

Keep your station clear!
When the meal rush comes, what will happen?
Messy stations slow things down.
Food doesn't go, orders pile up. Disaster.
I'll make this easy to remember.
Keep your station clear, or I will kill you!

Your sleeves look like you threw up on them.
Keep your hands and arms in, close to the body, like this. See?
Always return to this position.
Cooks move fast.
Sharp utensils, hot metal, keep your arms in.
You will minimize cuts and burns and keep your sleeves clean.
Mark of a chef. Messy apron, clean sleeves.

Follow the recipe.
It was his job to be unexpected.
It is our job to follow his recipe.

 How do you tell how good bread is without tasting it?
Not the smell, not the look, but the sound of the crust.
Symphony of crackle.
Only great bread sounds this way.

The only way to get the beat produce is to have first pick of the day,
and there are only 2 ways to get first pick.
Grow it yourself, or bribe a grower.
Voila, the best restaurant get first pick.

Colette: We are artist, pirate. More than cooks are we.
 Linguini: We?
Colette: Oui. You are one of us now, oui?
Linguini: Thank you, by the way, for all the advice about cooking.
Colette: Thank you, too.
Linguini: For what?
Colette: For taking it.

Hey, why do they call it that?
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.

Remy: You didn't think I was going to stay forever, did you?
 Evetually, a bird's got to leave the nest.
 Dad: We're not birds. We're rats.
 We don't leave our nests. We make them bigger.
 Remy: Well, maybe I'm a different kind of rat.
Dad: Maybe you're not a rat at all.

Dad: You can't change nature.
Remy: Change is nature, Dad.
The part that we can influence.
And it starts when we decide.

 Remy: He's your son?
Gusteau: I have a son?
Remy: How could you not know this?
Gusteau: I am a figment of your imagination.
You did not know, how could I?

Linguini: You're Anton Ego.
Anton Ego: You're slow for someone in the fast lane.
Linguini: And you're thin for someone who likes food.
 Anton Ego: I don't like food. I love it.
 If I don't love it, I don't swallow.

Remy: 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?
 Gusteau: But you don't, Remy.
 You never did.

Dad: Where you going?
Remy: Back to the restaurant. They'll fail without me.
 Dad: Why do you care?
Remy: Because I'm a cook!

I know this sounds insane, but... the truth sounds insane sometimes.
But that doesn't mean it's not.
The truth is, I have no talent at all.
But this rat, he's the one behind these recipes.
He's the cook, the real cook.
He's been hiding under my toque.
He's been controlling my actions.
He's the reason I can cook the food that's exciting everyone.
The reason Ego is outside that door.
You've been giving me credit for his gift.




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