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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)


  • [frame freezes as Remy bursts frantically through a window carrying a book over his head] [voiceover] This is me. I think it's apparent I need to rethink my life a little bit. What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat, which means life is hard. And second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.


  • 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.

Anton Ego[edit]

  • 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 extra-ordinary 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.


Remy: If no one wants it, why are we stealing it?!
Django: We are not...
Remy: [narrating] Let's just say we have different points of view.

Émile: [referring to Rémy's bipedal gait] Why are you walking like that?
Rémy: I don't want to constantly have to wash my paws. Do you ever think about how we walk on the same paws that we handle food with? Do you ever think about what we put into our mouths?
Émile: All the time.
Rémy: Ugh. When I eat, I don't want to taste everywhere my paws have been.
Émile: Well, go ahead, but if Dad sees you walking like that, he's not gonna like it.

Émile: Wait a minute... you read?
Rémy: Well... not excessively.
Émile: Aw, man! Does Dad know?
Rémy: You could fill a book — a lot of books — with things Dad doesn't know. And they have, which is why I read. Which, is also our secret.
Émile: I don't like secrets. All this cooking and...and reading and TV-watching, while we…read and cook. It's like you're involving me in crime, and I let you. Why do I let you?

Gusteau: [as a book illustration] If you are hungry, go up and look around, Rémy. Why do you wait and mope?
Rémy: Well, I just lost my family…all my friends. Probably forever.
Gusteau: How do you know?
Rémy: 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.
Rémy: 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!

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

Rémy: [signifies television] Somebody a created it, they food! [signifies black] Oh, stove of the way do. Mmm. You. [signifies kitchen food vegetables and Gusteau's television] Oh, really. Leaves it, of twistreally. Ah, but a bite it what flip from brothers. And the FRIENDLY too late.

Larousse: Hey boss, look who's here! Alfredo Linguini, Renata's little boy! All grown-up. You remember Renata, Gusteau's old flame?
Skinner: [disinterested] Oh, yes, how are you, uh…
Larousse: Linguini.
Skinner: Linguini. How is--?
Linguini: M-My mother?
Larousse: Renata.
Skinner: Ah yes, Renata. How is she?
Linguini: She's good. Well, not--She's been better. I-I mean, uh--
Horst: She died.
Skinner: [awkwardly] Oh. I'm...sorry.
Linguini: Oh, no, don't be. She believed in heaven, so she's covered. You know, afterlife-wise. [he gives Skinner a letter]
Skinner: [annoyed] What's this?
Linguini: She-she dropped it off for you. I-I think she hoped it would help me. You know, get a job...here.
Larousse: But of course! Gusteau wouldn't hestitate.
Skinner: [losing interest again, walking away] Yes, well, we'll file this, and if something suitable opens up-
Larousse: We already hired him.
Skinner: [furious] What?! How dare you hire someone without my permission-
Horst: We needed a garbage boy.
Skinner: Oh- well, garbage...I'm glad it worked out.

[Remy and Gusteau are talking about Linguini]
Gusteau: What do I always say, Remy? Anyone can cook.
Rémy: 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.]
Rémy: 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.
Rémy: But he's ruining the soup!! We gotta tell someon-- [slips and falls]

[Linguini has trapped Rémy in a jar.]
Linguini: What should I do now?
Skinner: Kill it!
Linguini: Now?
Skinner: No, not in the kitchen! Are you mad?

Lawyer: There's not much resemblance.
Skinner: There's NO resemblance at all! He's not Gusteau's son.

Anton Ego: What is it Ambrister?
Ambrister: Gusteau's...
Anton Ego: Finally closing, is it?
Ambrister: No
Anton Ego: More financial troubles?
Ambrister: No, it's...it's...
Anton Ego: Announced a new line of microwave egg-rolls, what!? what?!, spit it out!
Ambrister: It's come back, it's...popular.
Anton Ego: [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 Ego: My last review condemned it to the tourist trade.
Ambrister: Yes sir.
Anton Ego: I said: "Gusteau has finally found his rightfully place in history right along side another equally famous chef; Monsieur Boyardee".
Ambrister: Touché
Anton Ego: That is were it left it, that was my last word. The. Last. Word.
Ambrister: [cowering] Yes
Anton Ego: Then tell me Ambrister; how could it be popular.

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 Ego: 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 Ego: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
Mustafa: I am, uh...
Anton Ego: 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 Ego: [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.


  • He's dying to become a chef.
  • A Comedy with Great Taste.
  • A Rat in a Kitchen... Cooking?!?!?!


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