Skinner: The soup! Where is the soup? Out of my way. Move it, garbage boy!
[sees a ladle in Linguini's hand]
Skinner: You are COOKING? How DARE you cook in MY kitchen! Where do you get the gall to even attempt something so monumentally idiotic? I should have you drawn and quartered! I'll do it! I think the law is on my side! Larousse, draw and quarter this man - after you put him in the duck press to squeeze the fat out of his head!