Ratatouille2007

Skinner:
Ratatouille. They must be joking.

Anton Ego:
Mmm.

Skinner:
Mmm. [Skinner takes a bite, tries to resist enjoying it, then bursts angrily into the kitchen] WHO COOKS THAT RATATOUILLE?! I DEMAND TO KNOW! [Sees the clan of rats] Uh!

[Cut to a tied-up and gagged Skinner being thrown in the cooler with the health inspector, then to Anton Ego out in the dining room.]

Anton:
[running his finger through leftover sauce and licking it] I can’t remember the last time I asked to give my compliments to the chef. And now I find myself in the extraordinary position of having my waiter be the chef!

Linguini:
Thanks, but... I’m just your waiter tonight.

Anton:
Then who do I thank for the meal?

Linguini:
Uh... excuse me a minute?

[he skates into the kitchen; he and Colette have a brief, muffled, heated argument; Colette and Linguini both come out]

Anton:
[to Colette] You must be the chef...

Colette:
If you want to meet the chef, you will have to wait until all the other customer have gone.

Anton:
So be it.

[when the restaurant is empty Linguini and Colette bring Remy to meet Ego]

Remy:
At first, Ego thinks it’s a joke. But as Linguini explains, Ego’s smile disappears. He doesn’t retract beyond asking the occasional questions. And when the story’s done, Ego stands thanks us for the meal, and leave without another word. The following day, his review appears:

Anton:
In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fu to write and read.