Ratatouille

[first lines] Although each of the world's countries would like to dispute this fact, we French know the truth: The best food in the world is made in France. The best food in France is made in Paris. And the best food in Paris, some say, is made by Chef Auguste Gusteau. Gusteau's restaurant, is the toast of Paris, booked five months in advance. And his dazzling ascent to the top of fine French cuisine has made his competitors envious. He is the youngest chef ever to achieve a five-star rating. Chef Gusteau's cookbook, "Anyone Can Cook!", Climbed to the top of the bestseller list. But not everyone celebrates its success.

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Django: What's going on here? Django: Now, don't you feel better, Remy? Eh? You've helped a noble cause. Remy: Noble? We're thieves, Dad. And what we're stealing is, let's face it, garbage. Django: It isn't stealing if no one wants it. Remy: If no one wants it, why are we stealing it?! [voiceover] Let's just say we have different points of view. This much I knew: If you are what you eat, then I only wanna eat the good stuff. [Remy pushes the garbage away] But to my dad... Django: Food is fuel. You'd get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now, shut up, and eat your garbage. Remy: Look, if we're going to be thieves, why not steal the good stuff in the kitchen, where nothing is poisoned? Django: First of all, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen, and away from the humans. It's dangerous. Remy: [voiceover] 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

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Emile: Okay. Who's Gusteau? Remy: Just a greatest chef in the world. Wrote this cookbook. Emile: Wait. You read?! Remy: Well, not excessively. Emile: Oh, man Does Dad know. Remy: 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. Emile: I don't like secrets. All this cooking and [stammers] 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? Django: [about his sons] What's taking those kids so long? Remy: [sniffs] L'Aquilla Saffron. Italian, huh? Gusteau says it's excellent. Good thing the old lady is a food lover... Gusteau: [on TV] Forget mystique. This is about your cooking. Remy: Hey! That's Gusteau! Emile, look! Gusteau: [on TV] 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. You

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Remy: [voiceover] I waited. For a sound. A voice. A sign. Something. Gusteau: [as a book illustration] If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. [Remy is shocked. He looks under the page Gusteau's image is under] Why do you wait and mope? Remy: Well, I've just lost my family...all my friends. Probably forever. Gusteau: How do you know? Remy: I... uh... [catches himself with a scoff] You are an illustration. Why am I talking to you? Gusteau: Oh, you've just lost your family, all your friends. You are lonely. Remy: Yeah.... well, you are 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!

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Gusteau: [chastising Remy] What are you doing here?! Remy: [sighs] 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 are not a thief. Remy: But I am hungry... Gusteau: [chuckles] Food will come, Remy. Food always comes to those who love to cook. [his image disappears into the bread crumb] Woman: [aiming a gun at her husband] You think I'm playing, Francois?! You think I am playing?! Francois: You don't have the guts! Remy: DOG! Remy: Paris? All this time, I've been underneath Paris?! Wow. It's beautiful. Gusteau: [as a sign on his restaurant] The most beautiful. Remy: Gusteau's? Your restaurant? You've led me to your restaurant! Gusteau: It seems as though I have. Yes. There it is! I have led you to it! Remy: I gotta see this.

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Remy: [on top of a window at the restaurant looking down into the kitchen] I can't believe it. A real gourmet kitchen, and I get to watch! Gusteau: You've have read my book. Let us see how much you know, huh? Which one is the chef? Remy: Oh! Uh... Oh, that guy. [pointing to Skinner] Gusteau: Very good. Who is next in command? Remy: The Sous-Chef... [pointing to Horst] There. The sous is responsible for the kitchen when the chef's not around. [pointing to Lalo] Saucier, in charge of sauces. Very important. [pointing to Larousse and Pompidou] Chef De Partie, Demi Chef De Partie, both important. [pointing to Colette and another cook] Commis, Commis, they're cooks. Very important. Gusteau: Ah, you are a clever rat. Now, who is that? [points to Linguini, clumsily cleaning up the kitchen] Remy: Oh, 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: [

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