Ratatouille Page #2

Go, go, go, go. Move, move, move.

Get the bridge up! Move it, move it!

Hey, Johnny! Hurry!

Push off. Come on.

Get hold!

- Take the baby. Here!

- Give me your paw.

Hey, wait for me!

Is everybody here?

Do we have everybody?

- Wait a minute. Where's Remy?

- Right here. I'm coming.

I'm coming!

Hold on, Son.

Give him something to grab on to.

Come on, boy. Paddle, Son.

Come on. Reach for it.

You can do it.

- Remy!

- Dad!

Come on. You can make it.

You can make it.

Guys, wait. Stop!

Remy. Come on. Paddle.

Hold on! Wait for me. Hold on.

Dad?

Dad?

Which way?

I waited

for a sound,

a voice,

a sign,

something.

If you are hungry,

go up and look around, Remy.

Why do you wait and mope?

Well, I've just lost my family,

all my friends,

probably forever.

- How do you know?

- Well, I...

You are an illustration.

Why am I talking to you?

Well, you just lost your family,

all your friends. You are Ionely.

Yeah. Well, you're dead.

Ah, but that is no match

for wishful thinking.

If you focus on what you've left behind,

you'll never be able to see

what lies ahead.

Now go up and look around.

Oh!

Champagne!

What are you doing?

I'm hungry.

I don't know where I am,

and I don't know

when I'll find food again.

Remy, you are better than that.

You are a cook.

A cook makes. A thief takes.

You are not a thief.

But I am hungry.

Food will come, Remy.

Food always comes

to those who love to cook.

- You think I am playing?

- You don't have the guts.

Paris?

All this time

I've been underneath Paris?

Wow.

It's beautiful.

The most beautiful.

Gusteau's? Your restaurant?

You've led me to your restaurant.

It seems as though I have. Yes.

There it is! I have led you to it!

I got to see this.

Ready to go on table seven.

Coming around.

One order of steamed pike up.

Coming up.

I need

more soup bowls, please.

I need two rack of lamb.

I need more leeks.

I need two salmon, three

salade compose, and three filet.

Three orders

of salade compose working.

Firing two orders, seared salmon.

Three filet working. I need plates.

Fire seven.

Three salade compose up.

Don't mess with my mise!

Open down low.

I'm getting buried here.

Hello, Chef Skinner.

How your night be now?

Bonjour, chef.

Hello, Chef Skinner.

- Evening, chef.

Ordering deux filet.

Hey, boss, look who is here.

Alfredo Linguini, Renata's little boy.

- Hi.

- All grown up, eh?

You remember Renata,

Gusteau's old flame?

- Yes. How are you...

- Linguini.

Yes, Linguini. So nice of you to visit.

How is...

- My mother?

- Renata.

- Yes, Renata. How is she?

- Good.

Well, not... She's been better. I mean...

She died.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

Oh, don't be. She believed in heaven,

so she's covered.

You know, afterlife-wise?

- What's this?

- She left it for you.

I think she hoped it would help me,

you know, get a job here.

But of course.

Gusteau wouldn't hesitate.

Any son of Renata's is more than...

Yes, well, we could file this

and if something suitable opens up...

We have already hired him.

What? How dare you hire someone

without my...

We needed a garbage boy.

Oh, garbage. Well...

I'm glad it worked out.

Uh...

I can't believe it.

A real gourmet kitchen,

and I get to watch.

You've read my book.

Let us see how much you know, huh?

Which one is the chef?

Oh! Uh...

- Oh, that guy.

- Very good.

Who is next in command?

The sous chef. There.

The sous is responsible for the kitchen

when the chef's not around.

Saucier, in charge of sauces.

Very important.

Chef de partie, demi chef de partie,

both important.

Commis, commis, they're cooks.

Very important.

You are a clever rat. Now, who is that?

Oh, him? He's nobody.

Not nobody. He is part of the kitchen.

No, he's a plongeur or something.

He washes dishes or takes out

the garbage. He doesn't cook.

- But he could.

- Uh, no.

How do you know?

What do I always say?

Anyone can cook.

Well, yeah, anyone can.

That doesn't mean that anyone should.

Well,

that is not stopping him. See?

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.

What can I do?

I am a figment of your imagination.

But he's ruining the soup!

We got to tell someone that he's...

But he's ruining the soup!

We got to tell someone that he's...

Table five coming up,

right now.

Coming down the line.

Set.

Ah!

Hot! Open oven!

Ah!

Coming around.

Ooh!

Oui, chef.

One filet mignon, three lamb, two duck.

Fire those souffls

for table six, ja.

Five minutes, chef.

- Oh, God.

Tonight,

I'd like to present the foie gras.

It has a wonderful finish.

Ooh!

- Ah!

Hmm.

Ready to go on table seven.

Come on! Let's go!

Oui, chef.

Remy! What are you waiting for?

Is this going to become a regular thing

with you?

You know how to fix it.

This is your chance.

The soup! Where is the soup?

Out of my way.

Move it, garbage boy!

You are cooking?

How dare you cook in my kitchen?

Where do you get the gall

to even attempt something

so monumentally idiotic?

I should have you drawn

and quartered!

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.

- What are you blathering about?

- The soup!

Soup?

Stop that soup!

No!

Waiter.

Linguini!

You're fired!

F-l-R-E-D! Fired!

She wants to see the chef.

But he...

- What did the customer say?

- It was not a customer. It was a critic.

- Ego?

- Solene LeClaire.

- LeClaire? What did she say?

- She likes the soup.

- Wait.

- What do you mean, "Wait"?

You're the reason I'm in this mess.

Someone is asking about your soup.

What are you playing at?

Am I still fired?

You can't fire him.

- What?

LeClaire likes it, yeah?

She made a point of telling you so.

If she write a review to that effect

and find out you fired

the cook responsible...

- He's a garbage boy.

- Who made something she liked.

How can we claim to represent

the name of Gusteau

if we don't uphold

his most cherished belief?

And what belief is that,

Mademoiselle Tatou?

Anyone can cook.

Perhaps I have been a bit harsh

on our new garbage boy.

He has taken a bold risk

and we should reward that,

as Chef Gusteau would have.

If he wishes

to swim in dangerous waters,

who are we to deny him?

- You were escaping?

- Oh, yeah.

Since you have expressed

such an interest in his cooking career,

you shall be responsible for it.

Anyone else?

Then back to work.

You are either very lucky

or very unlucky.

You will make the soup again,

and this time, I'll be paying attention.

Very close attention.

They think you might be a cook.

But you know what I think, Linguini?

I think you are a sneaky,

overreaching little...

Rat!

- Rat!

Get the rat.

Linguini. Get something to trap it.

It's getting away.

Get it, get it, get it.

- What should I do now?

- Kill it.

- Now?

- No, not in the kitchen. Are you mad?

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