Ratatouille2007

Mustafa:
[taking Ego's order] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir?

Anton:
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?

Mustafa:
With what, sir?

Anton:
Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?

Mustafa:
I am, uh...

Anton:
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.

Mustafa:
[Visibly confused] I'm afraid... your dinner selection?

Anton:
[stands up angrily] Tell your chef, Linguini, that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best shot.

[Mustafa retreats as Anton Ego resumes his seat; nearby, Skinner is in disguise and comments to his waiter.]

Skinner:
I will have whatever he is having.

[Scenes cut to Remy in a cage]

Gusteau:
So, we have given up.

Remy:
Why do you say that?

Gusteau:
We are in a cage, inside a car trunk awaiting a future in frozen food products.

Remy:
No, I’m the one in a cage. I’ve given 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 for 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?!

[Gusteau chuckles and fades away.]

Gusteau:
But you don’t, Remy. You never did.