: 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! Ooooh! It's here! No it isn't it's here! Am I seeing things, am I crazy, is there a phantom rat or is there not, but oh, no! I refuse to be sucked into his little game... of...
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. (walks away)
Django: Where are you going?
: With luck, forward.
Colette: What are you doing?
Linguini: (stammering) Uh, I'm cutting vegetables. I'm cutting the... vegetables?
No! You waste energy and time! You think cooking is a cute job
, eh? Like Mommy in the kitchen? Well, Mommy never had to face the dinner rush
when the orders come flooding in and every dish is different and none
are simple, and all of them have different cooking times but must arrive at the customer's table at exactly the same time
, hot and perfect! Every second counts, you CANNOT BE MOMMY!
(reacting to Linguini making a huge mess) What is this? Keep! Your station! Clear! When the meal rush comes, what will happen? Messy stations slow things down. Food doesn't go! Orders pile up! Disaster!" I'll make this easier to remember: Keep. Your. Station. Clear. OR I WILL KILL YOU!
Linguini: Ratatouille. It's kind of a stew, right? But it sounds like "rat" and "patootie." Rat patootie. That does not sound delicious.