I really like Ratatouille! It just makes me hungry for more! Haha. Here are some memorable quotes from IMDb derived from the movie.
Remy: [observing what Emile is eating] What is that?
Emile: [pause] I don't really know.
Remy: You dunno... and you're eating it?
Emile: You know, once you muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of possibilities open up.
Remy: This is what I'm talking about.
Linguini: You're the one who was getting fancy with the spices! What did you throw in there? Oregano? No? What, r- uh, rosemary? That's a spice, isn't it? Rosemary?
Colette: Horst has done time.
Linguini: For what?
Colette: We don't know. He changes the story every time you ask.
Horst: I defrauded a large corporation.
Horst: I robbed the second largest bank in France using only a ball-point pen.
Horst: I created a hole in the ozone layer over Avignon.
Horst: I killed a man... with this thumb.
Linguini: I can't cook, can I? [Remy shakes head]
Linguini: But you - he, he - you can, right? [Remy shrugs]
Linguini: Come on, don't be so modest. You're a rat, for Pete's sake.
Linguini: What will you have this evening?
Anton Ego: I believe I will have your heart roasted on a spit.
Anton Ego: You're a bit slow for someone in the fast lane.
Linguini: And... you're thin for someone who likes food! [Crowd gasps]
Anton Ego: I don't LIKE food, I LOVE it. If I don't LOVE it, I don't SWALLOW
Linguini: Listen, I just want you to know how honored I am to be studying under such a...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with a knife] No, you listen! I just want you to know exactly who you are dealing with! How many women do you see in this kitchen?
Linguini: Well, I uh...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with another knife] Only me. Why do you think that is? Because high cuisine is an antiquated hierarchy built upon rules by stupid, old men. Rules designed to make it impossible for women to enter this world, but still I'm here. How did this happen?
Linguini: Well because you, because you...
Colette: [pins Linguini's sleeve with a third knife] Because I am the toughest cook in this kitchen! I have worked too hard for too long to get here, and I am not going to jeopardize it for some garbage boy who got lucky! Got it?
Anton Ego: In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. Last night, I experienced something new, an extraordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: Anyone can cook. But I realize that only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more.
Remy: There we go... you gotta turn it to get that niiice, smokey flavor.
Emile: [thunder rumbles in the distance] Uh, Remy? maybe we shouldn't be up he... [lightning strikes both]
Remy: [laying still, Remy reaches up and tastes food, sits up suddenly] Wow! That's amazing! [looks at Emile]
Remy: What would you call that flavor?
Emile: [tastes food] Ummm, lightningy?
Remy: Lightningy! It's lightningy!
Colette: I hate to be rude, but, we're French!
Remy: He is your son!
Gusteau: I have a son?
Remy: You didn't know that?
Gusteau: Hey! I'm a figment of your imagination!
Remy: [testing food with Emile] Are you dectecting a certain oaky nuttiness?
Emile: Oh I'm detecting nuttiness alright!
[last lines]
Linguini: Can I intrest you in some dessert?
Anton Ego: Don't you always!
Linguini: What would you like?
Anton Ego: [looks at Remy through the kitchen window] Surprise me.
Remy: [watching Linguini's clumsy attempt to repair the soup he spilled] No! It's... he's ruining the soup! [to Gusteau]
Remy: It's YOUR restaurant! Do something!
Gusteau: But what can I do? I am merely a figment of your imagination!
Anton Ego: What is it, Ambrister?
Ambrister Minion: Gusteau's, sir.
Anton Ego: Finally closing, is it?
Ambrister Minion: No, sir.
Anton Ego: More financial troubles?
Ambrister Minion: No...
Anton Ego: Releasing a new line of microwave eggrolls? What? What? Spit it out!
Ambrister
Minion: It's come back. It's popular.
Anton Ego: I haven't reviewed Gusteau's in years!
Ambrister Minion: I know, sir.
Anton Ego: If I remember, I left it condemned to the tourist trade.
Ambrister Minion: Yes.
Anton Ego: Here it is. I wrote "Finally Chef Gusteau has found his rightful place in history alongside another equally famous chef... Monsieur Boy-ar-dee."
Ambrister Minion: Yes sir, I...
Anton Ego: That was where I left it. That was my last word... THE last word.
Ambrister Minion: I know, sir.
Anton Ego: Then tell me, Ambrister... how can it be POPULAR?
Remy: If you are what you eat, then I only want to eat the good stuff.
Remy: I just lost my family... all my friends... probably forever.
Gusteau: How do you know?
Remy: Well, I... I... You are an illustration, why am I talking to you?
Gusteau: Oh... you just lost your family... all your friends... you are lonely.
Remy: Yeah, well, you're dead!
Gusteau: Ahh, but that is no match for wishful thinking! If you're focused on what you've left behind, you will not be able to see what lies ahed. Now go up, and look around!
