Ratatouille2007

Larousse:
Hey boss, look who's here! Alfredo Linguini, Renata's little boy! All grown-up. You remember Renata, Gusteau's old flame?

Skinner:
[disinterested] Oh, yes, how are you, uh…

Larousse:
Linguini.

Skinner:
Linguini. How is--?

Linguini:
M-My mother?

Larousse:
Renata.

Skinner:
Ah yes, Renata. How is she?

Linguini:
She's good. Well, not--She's been better. I-I mean, uh--

Horst:
She died.

Skinner:
[awkwardly] Oh. I'm...sorry.

Linguini:
Oh, no, don't be. She believed in heaven, so she's covered. You know, afterlife-wise. [he gives Skinner a letter]

Skinner:
[Annoyed] What's this?

Linguini:
She-she dropped it off for you. I-I think she hoped it would help me. You know, get a job...here.

Skinner:
[Losing interest again, walking away] Yes, well, we'll file this, and if something suitable opens up-

Larousse:
We already hired him.

Skinner:
[Furious] What?! How dare you hire someone without my permission-

Horst:
We needed a garbage boy.

Skinner:
Oh- well, garbage...I'm glad it worked out.