Anton Ego: [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 Ego: Then who do I thank for the meal?
Linguini: Uh... excuse me a moment?
[he skates into the kitchen; he and Colette have a brief, muffled, heated argument; Colette and Linguini both come out]
Anton Ego: [to Colette] You must be the chef...
Colette: [cutting him off] If you wish to meet the chef, you will have to wait, until all the other customer have gone.
Anton Ego: [settling back to wait] So be it.