Ratatouille2007

Linguini:
Bonjour, ma chrie. Join us. We were just taking about my inspiration.

Colette:
Yes, he calls it his tiny chef.

Linguini:
Not that, dearest. I mean you.

[Anton Ego appears during Linguini’s press conference, surprising and shocking the journalists.]

Anton Ego:
You are monsieur Linguini?

Linguini:
Uh, hello...

Anton:
Pardon me for interrupting your premature celebration, but I thought it only fair to give you a sporting chances as you are new to this game.

Linguini:
Uh... game?

Anton:
Yes, and you’ve been playing without an opponent, which is, as you may have guessed... against the rules.

Linguini:
You’re Anton Ego...!

Anton:
You’re slow for someone in the fast lane.

Linguini:
And you’re a thin for someone who like food! [Journalists gasps]

Anton:
I don’t like food, I love it. If I don’t love it, I don’t swallow. [Linguini gulps nervously] I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don’t disappoint me. [leaves]

Colette:
Listen, we hate to be rude, but we’re French, and it’s dinnertime.

Linguini:
She mean to say, “It’s dinnertime and we’re French.” [scene cuts putting the hat down and Remy looks at Linguini furiously] Don’t give me that look! You were distracting me in front of the press! How am I supposed to concentrate with you yanking on my hair all the time? And that’s another thing! Your opinion isn’t the only one is matter here! Colette knows how to cook, to you know! OW! All right, that’s it! [Skinner watches as Linguini runs away outside] 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 was coming and I need to focus!

Remy:
[angrliy] You... Uhhhh! [kicks a can] You stupid... [Remy picks up the bottle, straning, grumbling, when he sees Emile, until he breaks the bottle]

Emile:
Wow. I have never seen that before.

Rat:
Yeah, it’s like your his fluffy bunny or something.

[All the rats laughing]

Emile:
I’m sorry, Remy. I know there are too many guys. I tired to limit...

Remy:
You know what, it’s okay. I’ve been selfish. You guys hungry?

Rat:
What, are you kidding me.

Remy:
All right, Dinner’s on me, We’lll go after closing me [rats laughing] In fact...

All Rat:
[cherring] Yeah!

Remy:
Tell dad to bring the whole clan.

Linguini:
[opens the door] Little Chef?

Django:
Oh, this is great, son! An inside job, huh, I see the appeal.

Remy:
Shh!

[Remy opens the door and comes in, Django whistles with all the rats walking and hiding the kicthen and rats get in line to get food. And then they hear the door open, and rats gasp and hide on the floor]

Linguini:
Little Chef? [turns the lights on] Little Chef? Oh, hey, hey, Little Chef. I thought went back to the apartment. Then when you weren’t there, I, uh, I don’t know, I... It didn’t seem right to leave thing 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 of change in not very much time, you know? I’m suddenly a Gusteau. And I got be a Gusteau, or you know, people will be disappointed. [Emile eat the grapes] It’s too weird. You know, I’ve never disappointed anyone before. Because, nobody’s ever expected everything of me. And the only reason anyone expects anything for me now it’s because of you. I haven’t been fair to you. You’ve never fail me and I should never forget that. You been a good friend. The most honorable friend a guy could ever ask... [Emile falls onto the floor and cheese causes him to spit out grapes on Linguini’s neck] Ugh! What... [Remy gasps] What is this? What’s going on? [turn lights to find rats escaping] What? Hey! [too see that Remy has betrayed him] you're-you're stealing food? Wha... how could you? I... I thought you were my friend! I TRUSTED YOU! [The door bursts open when all the rats running out, a furious Linguini chasing them with mop] 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!

[Linguini slams the door, throws a mop on the floor and walks off. Sadly, Remy, Emile, Django walks up to look at the door alone]

Remy:
You’re right, dad. Who am I kidding? You know, 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.

Django:
You’re not coming?

Remy:
I’ve lost my appetite.