Remy: [sniffing a cake] Flour, eggs, sugar... vanilla bean... Oh, small twist of lemon.
Emile: Whoa! You can smell all that? You have a gift!
Remy: [voiceover] This is Emile, my brother. He's easily impressed.
Django: So you can smell ingredients. So what?
Remy: [voiceover] This is my dad. He's never impressed.