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 sho...
Linguini: Thank you, by the way, for all the advice about cooking. Colette: Thank you, too. Linguini: For - for what? Colette: [grins] For taking it!
Linguini: What should I do now? Skinner: Kill it! Linguini: Now? Skinner: No, not in the kitchen! Are you mad?
Skinner: Toasting your success, eh, Linguini? Good for you. Linguini: [indicating his wine glass] Oh, I just took it to be polite. I don't really drink, you know. Skinner: Oh, of course you don't. I wouldn't either if I was drinking *that*. But you w...
Larousse: Hey, boss, look who it is! Alfredo Linguini! Renata's little boy! All grown up, eh? You remember Renata. Gusteau's old flame? Skinner: Ah, yes. How are you, uh... Larousse: Linguini. Skinner: Yes, Linguini, so nice of you to visit. How is, ...
Skinner: Surely you don't expect me to believe this is your first time cooking? Linguini: It's not. Skinner: I KNEW IT! Linguini: It's my... second, third, fourth, fifth time. Monday was my first time. But I've taken out the garbage lots of times bef...
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 ...
Gusteau: What do I always say? Anyone can cook! Remy: Well, yeah, anyone *can*, that doesn't mean that anyone *should*.
Remy: [cooking a mushroom over the chimney] The key is to keep turning it. Get the smoky flavor niiice and even... [thunder rumbles in the distance] Emile: That storm's getting closer. Hey, Remy? You think that maybe we shouldn't be so... [lightning ...
Remy: [voice over] If you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff.
Emile: [notices Remy walking on his hind legs] Why are you walking like that? Remy: I don't want to constantly have to wash my paws. Did you ever think about how we walk on the same paws that we handle food with? You ever think about what we put into...
Colette: [reading a recipe] Sweetbread a la Gusteau: Sweetbread cooked in a seaweed salt crust with cuttlefish tentacle, dog rose puree, geoduck egg, dried white fungus? Anchovy licorice sauce... Uh, I don't know this recipe, but it's Gusteau, so... ...
Colette: [to Linguini] How do you tell how good bread is without tasting it? Not the smell, not the look, but the *sound* of the crust. Listen. [she presses the bread between her hands] Colette: Oh, symphony of crackle. Only great bread sound this wa...
Colette: So you see, we are artist, pirate. More than cooks are we. Linguini: We? Colette: Oui. You are one of us now, oui? Linguini: Oui.
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, ...
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...
Gusteau: [on the TV] How can I describe it? Good food is like music you can taste, color you can smell. There is excellence all around you. You need only to be aware to stop and savor it. [Remy tastes food accompanied by synesthetic visions of color ...
Django: [the clan is eating clean garbage thanks to Remy's gift] Now don't you feel better, Remy? Eh? You've helped a noble cause. Remy: Noble? We, we're thieves, Dad, and what we're stealing is - let's face it - garbage! Django: It isn't stealing if...
