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[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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Skinner: [shows up] The soup! Where is the soup?! Out of my way! Move it, garbage boy!! What is-? You are cooking?!?! How dare you cook in my kitchen, boy? Where do you even get the gall to attempt something so monumentally idiotic?!?! I should have you drawn and quartered! I-I'll do it! I think the law is on my side. LaRousse, draw and quarter this man, after you put him in the duck press to squeeze the fat out of his head! Linguini: [pointing; the soup is about to be taken out to be served] Oh, no, no, no, oh, no, don't let them... don't eat... Skinner: What are you blathering about?!?! Linguini: [points] ...The soup!!!! Skinner: [sees the soup going out; runs to stop it] Soup?! Stop that soup! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! [bursts into the dining room to the stares of the diners, retreats back into the kitchen where the staff looks at him in confusion, climbs up the step stool and watches through the window as Mustafa serves the soup] Solene LeClaire: [tasting the soup] Uh, w

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Linguini: [laughs as he reaches for a tin of spice, Remy signals him to stop and bites his hand] OH! You little-- [swats Remy, who scampers inside his chef uniform top and bites his chest] Oh! [He giggles, keeps swatting Remy from inside the uniform, and he keeps on biting his chest, causing him yelp and yell in pain from being bitten. He swats him one and two last times, and he bites him] Oh! [Panicked, he turns, lurching from his station to the food safe, and closing himself inside. He takes out Remy and opens his shirt, revealing rat bite marks on his chest and screams.] AAAAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAHHHHH!! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!! THIS IS NOT GONNA WORK, LITTLE CHEF!!! I'M GONNA LOSE IT, IF WE DO THIS ANYMORE! We gotta... We gotta 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. [furiously] The Biting, NO! Scampering, NO! No scampering or scurrying. Understand, Little Chef?! [Remy

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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 microwavable 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: [goes over to his file cabinet and takes out a copy of his last review of Gusteau's] I said: "Gusteau has finally found his rightful place in history right alongside another equally famous chef, Monsieur Chef Boyardee." Ambrister: Touché. Anton Ego: That is where I left it! That! was my last word! The last word! Ambrister: [cowering] Yes. Anton Ego: Then tell me, Ambrister, [removes his glasses] how could it be... popu

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Skinner: I knew it! Linguini: It's my... Second, third, fourth... Fifth time. Monday was my first time. But I've been taking out the garbage lots of time before that… Skinner: Yes, yes. Have some more wine. Tell me, Linguini about your interests. Do you like animals? Linguini: What? Animals? What kind? Skinner: Oh, the usual, dogs, cats, horses, guinea pigs, rats. Remy: [comes out with scraps of gourmet food] I brought you something to -- [sees Emile eating the garbage] AGH!!!!! NO, NO, NO, NO, NO! SPIT THAT OUT RIGHT NOW! Remy: I have got to teach you about food. Close your eyes. [Emile does; hands him some cheese] Now, take a bite of thi -- [Emile inhales it] NO! NO, NO! Don't just hork it down! Emile: Too late. [swallows] Remy: Here. [hands him another piece] Ah, chew it slowly... Only think about the taste. Remy: See? Emile: Not really. Remy: Creamy, salty sweet... an oaky nuttiness... You detect that? Emile: Oh, I'm detecting nuttiness. Remy: Close your eyes. [hands Emile half a g

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Django: Take a good long look, Remy. Now, this is what happens when a rat gets a little too comfortable around humans. The world we live in belongs to the enemy. We must live carefully. We look out for our own kind, Remy. When all is said and done, we're all we've got. Remy: No. Django: What? Remy: No. Dad, I don't believe it. You're telling me that the future is, can only be, more of this? [gestures to the rat-catcher shop] Django: This is the way things are. You can't change nature. Remy: Change is nature, Dad. The part that we can influence, and it starts when we decide. [begins to walk away] Django: Where are you going? Remy: With luck, forward.

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Skinner: No… no… no, no, NO, NOOO! NOOOOO!!! [kicking the drawer] Talon: The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks out. He is Gusteau's son. Skinner: T-T-This can't just happen! The whole thing is a set up! The boy knows!! [gestures to the windows; Linguini is working in the kitchen] Look at him out there pretending to be an idiot! He’s toying with my mind, like a cat with a ball! Of... something! Talon: String? Skinner: Yes! Playing dumb! Taunting me with that rat! Talon: "Rat"? Skinner: Yes! He's consorting with it! Deliberately trying to make me think it’s important! Talon: [confused] The... rat? Skinner: Exactly! Talon: Is the rat...important? Skinner: Of course not! He just wants me to think that it is! O-ho, I see the theatricality of it! A rat appears on the boy's first night, I order him to kill it, and now he wants me to see it everywhere! [high voice, mockingly] Ooooh!! It's here! No, it isn't, it's here! [ranting to himself] Am I seeing things, am I crazy, is ther

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Remy: It's locked. Hmm. Gusteau: Remy, what are you doing in here? Remy: [harassed] Emile shows up...I said not to... He goes and blabs - it's a disaster! Anyway, they're hungry, that food safe is locked, and I need the key. Gusteau: They want you to steal food? Remy: Yes. No...it's complicated! It's family. They don't have your–– ideals! [The cardboard Gusteaus start speaking] Gusteau's Barbecue Spare-Ribs: Ideals? Hah! If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals, you think I'd be hawkin' barbecue over here?! Gusteau's Microwave Burritos: Or microwave burritos? Gusteau's Tooth-Pickin' Chicken: Or tooth, I say, Tooth-pickin' Chicken? S'about as French as a Corn Dog! Gusteau's Corn Puppies: Roof! Rumming roon! Gusteau's Barbecue Spare-Ribs: Ha! We're inventin' new ways to sell out over here! Gusteau's Haggis Bites: Will ye be wantin' some Haggis Bites, then? Gusteau: I cannot control how they use my image Remy! I am dead! Remy: Can you guys SHUT UP?! [the cutouts then stop talking] I've got to t

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Skinner: [gasps] You! [angrily points to doorway] Get out of my office. Colette: He's not in your office. You are in his. [Reveals the will and letter. Horst shoves Skinner out the door]

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Linguini: And that's another thing. Your opinion isn't the only one that matters here. Colette knows how to cook too, you know. OW!! All right, that's it! You take a 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 is coming and I need to focus. Remy: You stupid… Emile: Wow. I have never seen that before. Git: Yeah, it's like you're his fluffy bunny or somethin'. Emile: I'm sorry, Remy. I know there are too many guys. I tried to limit… Remy: You know what? It's okay? I've been selfish. You guys hungry? Git: What are you kiddin'? Remy: All right. Dinner's on me. We'll go after closing time. In fact. Rats: Yeah? Remy: Tell dad to bring the whole clan. [Linguini walks back into his new apartment, but notices Remy's tiny bed is empty] Linguini: Little Chef? [Cut to the empty kitchen, Remy leads his clan inside] Django: Oh, this is great, son. An inside

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Remy: No, I'm the one in a cage. I've giving up. You are free. Gusteau: I am only as free as you imagine me to be. As you are. Remy: Oh, please 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 some much 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: [chuckles] Ah. But you don't, Remy. [He puts his hand on Remy's shoulder] You never did. Django: [to Git] No. My other left! Remy: [inside Skinner's trunk, mumbling] Dad? Dad, I'm in here! [Git pushes another statue off the building] I'm inside the trunk! [it falls and lands onto Skinner's trunk] What the... Dad? Emile: Hey, Little Brother! Remy: Emile! [Django and Emile release him from Skinner's cage; affectionately] I love you guys! [runs toward the restaurant] Django: Where are you going?! Remy: Back to the restaurant! They'll fail without me! Django: Why do you care?

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Horst: [to Linguini] It's your recipe! How can you not know your own RECIPE?! Linguini: I didn't write it down, it just came to me! Horst: Well, make it come to you again, ja? BECAUSE WE CAN'T SERVE THIS!! Mustafa: Where's my order?! Linguini: Can't we serve them something else?! Something I didn't invent? Larousse: This is what they're ordering! Linguini: Make them order something else! Tell him we're all out! Pompidou: We cannot be all out. We just opened. Larousse: I have another idea. 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! Horst: We need to tell the customers something! Linguini: Then tell them... tell them... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! [flees the kitchen and runs back into the office] LaRousse: [puzzled] Eh? Django: [trying to stop his son] Remy! Emile: Don't do it! Django: Remy! Don't! Stop! Emile: They'll see you! STOP! Horst: We are not talking about me! We are talking abo

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Remy: It was a great night. The happiest of my life. But the only thing predictable about life is its unpredictability. [Gusteau's is shut down by the health department] 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, [Shows him explaining everything to his family in the rafters of their new bistro] and Ego had lost his job and his credibility, 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: [to Django] Gotta go. Dinner rush. Colette: You know how he likes it. Linguini: Thanks, Little Chef. Linguini: Can I interest you in a dessert this evening? Ego: Don’t you always? Linguini: Which one would you like? Ego: [looks over at Remy through the kitchen door] Surprise me! Linguini: Can I interest you in a dessert this evening? Django: H

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Waiter: And tonight, before the dessert course, we present for your pleasure, the traditional cheese trolley. To start, we have an excellent Clochette: creamy, very 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... Woman: RAT!!! Man: It's a rat! Remy: This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. I can't help myself. I... I like good food, okay? And good food is... is hard for a rat to find. Django: [voiceover] It wouldn't be so hard to find if you weren't so picky! Remy: I don't want to eat garbage, Dad! I... [notices Emile, who is eating a piece of garbage] What is that? Emile: 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] I don't think any of