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Ratatouille is a (2007) animated Disney/Pixar film about a rat (Rémy) who longs to follow in the footsteps of his hero, the late Chef Auguste Gusteau — at one time considered to be the greatest chef in Paris. After discovering an unusual way through which he can control the actions of the hapless Linguini, who was working as a garbage boy in the kitchen of Gusteau's restaurant at the time, he is given the ultimate opportunity to show the world what he can do.

Written and Directed by Brad Bird.
He's dying to become a chef.(taglines)

Produced by: Jason Wallace


  • This is me. I think it’s apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit.
  • I can't help myself. I like good food, okay? And good food is hard for a rat to find.
  • Dad: It wouldn't be so hard to find if you weren't so picky!
  • I don't want to eat garbage, Dad! I...
  • What is that?
  • You don't know, and you're eating it.
  • This is what I'm talking about. [the title card appears] I don't think any of this would've come up, but we happen to live in Paris, France.
  • And it's so easy to find good food in Paris, it's just dangerous.


  • Gotta rethink your life.


  • [his motto] Anyone can cook.
  • [last words] Ah, but you don't, Remy. You never did.


  • [drunk from all the wine Skinner has offered him] Ratatouille! It's like stew, right? Why do they call it that? If you want to name a food, you should give a name that sounds delicious. Ratatouille doesn't sound delicious. It sounds like "rat" and "patootie". Rat patootie! Which does not sound delicious.
  • [showing the kitchen crew his partnership with Remy] I know this sounds insane, but, well, the truth sounds insane sometimes. But that doesn't mean it's not the...the truth. And 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. I know it's a hard thing to believe, but, hey, you believed I could cook, right? Look, this works. It's crazy, but it works. We can be the greatest restaurant in Paris, and this rat, this brilliant little chef, can lead us there. What do you say? You with me? [everyone walks out]

Anton Ego[edit]

  • [voice over, reviewing Gusteau's] In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: "Anyone can cook", but I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.


[the teaser trailer begins, from Cars, zooming into a restaurant, with the menu book]
Waiter: And tonight, before the dessert course, we present for your pleasure, the traditional chesse trolley. To start, we have have an excellent clochette: creamy, nice, very light. Next, a brebis: hearty, with a surprising bite, I think you'll find. And finally, the pièce de résistance: a very special, very rare... [points at Remy, holding cheese]
Woman: Rat!
[Remy gasps, running away, hearing the people scream, running by a man walking in the door]
Man: It's a rat!
[Remy continues running, with a pan falling by, with men throwing things at Remy, climbing up on a broom, then jumping up, screaming, then the scene stops]
Remy: [narrating] This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit.
[cut to a sewer]
Remy: I can't help myself. I... I like good food, okay? And, good food is... is hard for a rat to find.
Father: [offscreen] It wouldn't be so hard to find if you weren't so picky!
Remy: I don't want to eat garbage, Dad! I... [to Emile, eating a piece of garbage] What is that?
Emile: (mouth full) I don't really know.
Remy: You don't know, and you're eating it.
Emile: [mouth full] You know, if you can sort of muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of food possibilities open up.
Remy: This is what I'm talking about. [the title card appears, scoffing] I don't think any of this would've come up, but we happen to live in Paris, France. And it's so easy to find good food in Paris, it's just...
[cut back to the restaurant]
Remy: ...dangerous.
[the scene continues playing, falling down, and Remy runs away with knife pieces on the door]
Emile: [offscreen] Gotta rethink your life.
Father: [offscreen] He's right, ya know!
Remy: [offscreen] Let it go, Dad!

Gusteau: [as a book illustration] If you are hungry, go up and look around, Rémy. Why do you wait and mope?
Remy: Well, I just lost my family…all my friends. Probably forever.
Gusteau: How do you know?
Remy: I, uh… You are an illustration. Why am I talking to you?
Gusteau: Oh, you just lost your family, all your friends. You are lonely.
Remy: Yeah… well, you're dead.
Gusteau: Ah, but that is no match for wishful thinking! If you focus on what you left behind, you will never be able to see what lies ahead. Now go up and look around!

[Remy's about to eat a bread crumb in someone's house when Gusteau appears before him.]
Gusteau: What are you doing?!
Remy: I'm hungry! I don't know where I am, 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're not a thief.
Remy: But I am hungry.
Gusteau: Remy, food will come. Food always comes to those who love to cook.

[Remy and Gusteau are talking about Linguini]
Gusteau: How did you know? What do I always say, Remy? Anyone can cook.
Remy: Well yeah, anyone can. That doesn't mean that anyone should.
Gusteau: Well, that is not stopping him. See? [Linguini has accidentally spilled a pot of soup and is attempting to cover up his mistake by throwing random ingredients into it.]
Remy: What, what is he doing...?! No... no! No, this is terrible! He's ruining the soup... and nobody's noticing?! It's your restaurant! Do something!
Gusteau: What can I do? I am a figment of your imagination.
Remy: But he's ruining the soup! We gotta tell someon– [slips and falls]

Linguini: [has trapped Remy in a jar] What should I do now?
Skinner: Kill it!
Linguini: Now?
Skinner: No, not in the kitchen! Are you mad? Do you know what happens when people find out we have a rat in our kitchen? They'll close us down!

Colette: People think haute cuisine is snooty, so chef must also be snooty - but not so! Lalo there, ran away from home at twelve. Got hired by circus people as an acrobat. [giggles] He get fired for messing around with the ringmaster's daughter! Horst has done time.
Linguini: What for?
Colette: No one know for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him.
Horst: I defrauded a major corporation.
Horst: I robbed the second-largest bank in France using only a ballpoint pen.
Horst: I created a hole in the ozone over Avignon.
Horst: I killed a man...[shows his right thumb] with this thumb!
Colette: Don't ever play cards with Pompidou. He's been banned from Las Vegas and Monte Carlo. La Rousse ran guns for the resistance.
Linguini: Which resistance?
Colette: He won't say - apparently they didn't win.

Anton Ego: What is it Ambrister?
Ambrister: Gusteau's...
Anton: Finally closing, is it?
Ambrister: No.
Anton: More financial troubles?
Ambrister: No, it's... it's...
Anton: Announced a new line of microwave egg-rolls. What, what?! Spit it out!
Ambrister: It's come back, it's... popular.
Anton: [partly spits out a mouthful of wine, before checking the label, then roughly swallowing the rest of the wine] I haven't reviewed Gusteau's in years.
Ambrister: No, sir.
Anton: My last review condemned it to the tourist trade.
Ambrister: Yes, sir.
Anton: I said, "Gusteau has finally found his rightfully place in history, right along side another equally famous chef, Monsieur Boyardee".
Ambrister: Touché.
Anton: That is where I left it, that was my last word. The... last... word.
Ambrister: [cowering] Yes.
Anton: Then tell me Ambrister; how could it be popular?

[Anton Ego appears during Linguini's press conference, surprising and shocking the journalists.]
Anton Ego: You are monsieur Linguini?
Linguini: Uh, hello...
Anton: 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.
Linguini: Uh...game?
Anton: Yes, and you've been playing without an opponent, which is, as you may have guessed...against the rules.
Linguini: You're Anton Ego...!
Anton: [chuckles] You're slow for someone in the fast lane.
Linguini: And you're thin for someone who likes food! [journalists gasp]
Anton: ...I don't like food, I love it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow. [Linguini gulps nervously] I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don't disappoint me. [leaves]
Colette: Listen, we have to say be rude, but we’re French, and dinnertime. [pulling Linguini]
Linguini: She mean to say, “It’s dinnertime and we’re French.” [cut to Linguini putting the hat down and Remy looks at him furiously] Don’t give me that look! You were distracting me in front of the press! How am I supposed to concentrate with you yanking on my hair all the time? And that’s another thing! Your opinion isn’t the only one is matter here! Colette knows how to cook, to you know. OW! All right, that's it! [Skinner watches as Linguini runs away outside] You take a little break, Little Chef, I’m not your puppet, and you’re not my puppet controlling guy!
Skinner: [gasps] The rat is the cook!
Linguini: You cool off and get your mind right, Little Chef! Ego was coming and I need to focus!
Remy: (angrily) You... Uhhhh! [kicking the can] You stupid... [pick up the bottle when seeing Emile until breaking the glass of the bottle]
Emile: Wow. I have never seen that before.
Rat: Yeah, it’s like your his it’s fluffy bunny or something.
[Rat laughing]
Emile: I’m sorry, Remy. I know there are too many guys. I tired to limit...
Remy: You know what, it’s okay. I’ve been selfish. You guys hungry?
Rat: What? Are you kidding me.
Remy: All right, Dinner’s on me. We’ll go after closing time. [rats laughing] In Fact..
All rats: [cherring] Yeah!
Remy: Tell dad to bring the whole clan.
Linguini: Little Chef.
Django: Oh, this is great, son. An inside job, huh? I see appeal.
Remy: Shh!

Horst: It's your recipe. How can you not know your own recipe?!
Larousse: What if we Serve them what they order?!
Colette: We will make it! Just tell us what you did!
Linguini: I don't know what I did!

Mustafa: [taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?
Anton: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that?
Mustafa: With what, sir?
Anton: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
Mustafa: I am, uh...
Anton: Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this bloody town, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947.
Mustafa: I'm afraid... your dinner selection?
Anton: [stands up angrily] Tell your chef, Linguini, that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best shot.
Skinner: [Sitting nearby, to a waiter] I will have whatever he is having.

Remy: [after Ego's positive review is read] It was a great night. The happiest of my life, but the only thing predictable about life... is it's unpredictability. [Gusteau's is condemned and shut down] Well, we had to let Skinner and the health inspector loose, and of course, they "ratted" us out. The food didn't matter. Once it got out there were rats in the kitchen–oh, man–the restaurant was closed, and Ego lost his job and his credibility. [Remy is telling his story to the other rats] But don't feel too bad for him. He's doing very well as a small business investor. He seems very happy.
Female rat: How do you know?
Django: Yeah.
[Remy parts a leaf, revealing a much happier and healthier looking Anton Ego at a restaurant]


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About Ratatouille[edit]

  • I think our goal is to get the impression of something rather than perfect photographic reality. It’s to get the feeling of something so I think that our challenge was the computer basically wants to do things that are clean and perfect and don’t have any history to them. If you want to do something that’s different than that you have to put that information in there and the computer kind of fights you. It really doesn’t want to do that and Paris is a very rich city that has a lot of history to it and it’s lived in. Everything’s beautiful but it’s lived in. It has history to it, so it has imperfections and it’s part of why it’s beautiful is you can feel the history in every little nook and cranny. For us every single bit of that has to be put in there. We can’t go somewhere and film something. If there’s a crack in there, we have to design the crack and if you noticed the tiles on the floor of the restaurant, they’re not perfectly flat, they’re like slightly angled differently, and they catch light differently. Somebody has to sit there and angle them all separately so we had to focus on that a lot. And it was a movie about good food and the food had to look delicious and its data. How do you define what makes food look good. It’s actually a bunch of really subtle little complicated things and everybody worked really hard on it.

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