Ratatouille Page #7

...tell Dad to bring the whole clan.

Little Chef?

This is great, Son.

An inside job. I see the appeal.

Oof!

Little Chef?

Little Chef?

Hey, Little Chef.

I thought you went back

to the apartment.

Then when you weren't there,

I don't know...

It didn't seem right to leave things

the way that we did, so...

Look, I don't want to fight.

I've been under a lot of, you know,

pressure.

A lot has changed

in not very much time, you know?

I'm suddenly a Gusteau.

And I got to be a Gusteau or, you know,

people will be disappointed.

It's weird.

You know, I've never

disappointed anyone before,

because nobody's

ever expected anything of me.

And the only reason

anyone expects anything from me now

is because of you.

I haven't been fair to you.

You've never failed me,

and I should never forget that.

You've been a good friend.

The most honorable friend

a guy could ever ask...

What is this?

What's going on?

What...

Hey...

You're...

You're stealing food? How could you?

I thought you were my friend!

I trusted you!

Get out! You and all your rat buddies!

And don't come back

or I'll treat you the way restaurants

are supposed to treat pests!

You're right, Dad. Who am I kidding?

We are what we are, and we're rats.

Well, he'll leave soon,

and now you know how to get in.

Steal all you want.

- You're not coming?

- I've lost my appetite.

Do you know

what you would like this evening, sir?

Yes,

I'd like your heart roasted on a spit.

Come in!

Today's the big day.

You should say something to them.

- Like what?

- You are the boss. Inspire them.

Attention.

Attention, everyone.

Tonight is a big night.

Appetite is coming,

and he's going to have a big ego.

I mean, Ego. He's coming. The critic.

And he's going to order something.

Something from our menu.

And we'll have to cook it,

unless he orders something cold.

Just can't leave it alone,

can you?

You really shouldn't be here

during restaurant hours. It's not safe.

I'm hungry!

And I don't need the inside food

to be happy.

The key, my friend, is to not be picky.

- Observe.

- No, wait!

- Oh, no! No, no! What do we do?

- I'll go get Dad.

You might think you are a chef

but you are still only a rat.

Sure he took away a star

last time he reviewed this place.

Sure it probably killed... Dad.

- This is very bad juju right here.

- But I'll tell you one thing...

- Ego is here.

- Ego? He is here?

Anton Ego is just another customer.

Let's cook!

Yeah! Let's...

Okay.

So I have in mind

a simple arrangement.

You will create for me a new line

of Chef Skinner frozen foods.

And I, in return, will not kill you.

Au revoir, rat!

Do you know

what you would like this evening, sir?

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?

- With what, sir?

- Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?

I am...

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.

I'm afraid I...

Your dinner selection?

Tell your Chef Linguini that I want

whatever he dares to serve me.

Tell him to hit me with his best shot.

I will have whatever he is having.

- So, we have given up.

- Why do you say that?

We are in a cage inside the car trunk

awaiting a future

in frozen food products.

No, I'm the one in a cage. I've given up.

You are free.

I am only as free

as you imagine me to be.

As you are.

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 someone 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?

But you don't, Remy.

You never did.

No. My other left!

Dad? Dad, I'm in here!

I'm inside the trunk! What the...

Dad!

- Hey, little brother!

- Emile!

I love you guys!

Where are you going?

Back to the restaurant.

They'll fail without me.

- Why do you care?

- Because I'm a cook!

It's your recipe.

How can you not know

your own recipe?

I didn't write it down. It just came to me.

Then make it come to you again, ja?

Because we can't serve this!

Where's my order?

Can't we serve something else?

Something I didn't invent?

This is what they're ordering.

Make them order something else.

Tell them we're all out.

We cannot be all out. We just opened.

I have another idea.

What if we serve them what they order!

We will make it.

Just tell us what you did.

I don't know what I did.

We need to tell

the customers something.

Then tell them... Tell them...

Huh?

- Don't do it.

- Remy. Remy.

Don't! Stop!

They'll see you. Stop.

We're not talking about me.

We're talking about what to do right...

Rats!

- Remy!

- Get my knife.

Don't touch him!

Thanks for coming back, Little Chef.

I know this sounds insane, but...

Well,

the truth sounds insane sometimes.

But that doesn't mean it's not

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?

Dad.

Dad, I don't know what to say.

I was wrong about your friend

and about you.

I don't want you to think

I'm choosing this over family.

I can't choose

between two halves of myself.

I'm not talking about cooking.

I'm talking about guts.

This really means that much to you?

We're not cooks, but we are family.

You tell us what to do,

and we'll get it done.

- Stop that health inspector!

- Delta Team, go, go, go, go!

The rest of you stay and help Remy.

Team three will be handling fish.

Team four, roasted items.

Team three will be handling fish.

Team four, roasted items.

Team five, grill. Team six, sauces.

Get to your stations. Let's go, go, go!

Those handling food

will walk on two legs.

We need someone to wait tables.

I'm sorry for any delay,

but we're a little short tonight.

Please, take all of the time you need.

He came in late one more time

and all of a sudden he...

Make sure that steak

is nice and tenderized.

Work it. Yeah. Stick and move.

Stick and move.

Easy with that sole meunire.

Less salt. More butter.

Only use the mimolette cheese.

Whoa! Compose the salad

like you were painting a picture.

Not too much vinaigrette

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