Gusteau: [as Remy is about to steal a piece of bread] What are you doing?
Remy: [groans] I'm hungry! I don't know where I am and I don't know when I'll find food again...
Gusteau: Remy, you are better than that. You are a cook! A cook makes! A thief takes. You are not a thief.
Remy: [wistfully] But I *am* hungry.
Gusteau: [chuckles] Food will come, Remy. Food always comes to those who love to cook.
[disappears]