Gusteau: Remy, what are you doing in here?
Remy: [harassed] Emile shows up... I said not to, I told him! He goes and blabs - it's a disaster! Anyway, they're hungry, the food safe is locked, and I need the key.
Gusteau: They want you to steal food?
Remy: Yes. No... it's complicated. It's family. They don't have your ideals.
Gusteau's Corn Puppies: [the cardboard Gusteaus start speaking]
Gusteau's Barbecue Spare-Ribs: Ideals? Hah! If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals you think I'd be hawkin' barbecue over here?
Gusteau's Microwave Burritos: Or Microwave burritos?
Gusteau's Tooth-Pickin' Chicken: Or tooth, I say, tooth-pickin' Chicken? S'about as French as a Corn Dog!
Gusteau's Corn Puppies: Roof! Roming roon!
Gusteau's Barbecue Spare-Ribs: Ha! We're inventin' new ways to sell out over here!
Gusteau's Haggis Bites: Will ye' be wantin' some Haggis Bites, then?
Gusteau: I cannot control how they use my image Remy, I am dead!
Remy: Will you guys SHUT UP? I've got to think!