Gusteau Quotes in Ratatouille (2007)

Gusteau: If you focus on what you left behind you will never see what lies ahead!

Gusteau: [on the TV] You must be imaginative, strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul. What I say is true - anyone can cook... but only the fearless can be great.

Gusteau: What do I always say? Anyone can cook!

Remy: Well, yeah, anyone *can*, that doesn't mean that anyone *should*.

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 takes. You are not a thief.

Remy: [wistfully] But I *am* hungry.

Gusteau: [chuckles] Food will come, Remy. Food always comes to those who love to cook.

[disappears]

Gusteau: [Remy is locked in a cage] So, we have given up.

Remy: Why do you say that?

Gusteau: We are in a cage, inside a car trunk, awaiting a future in frozen food products.

Remy: No, I'm the one in a cage. I've given up. You... are free.

Gusteau: I am only as free as you imagine me to be. As you are.

Remy: Oh, please. I'm sick of pretending. I pretend to be a rat for my father, I pretend to be a *human* for Linguini. I pretend you *exist* so I have someone to talk to! You only tell me stuff I already know! I know who I am! Why do I need you to tell me? Why do I need to pretend?

Gusteau: [chuckles] But you don't Remy. You never did.

[disappeares]

Remy: I can't believe it. A real gourmet kitchen, and I get to watch.

Gusteau: You've read my book. Let us see how much you know, huh? Which one is the chef?

Remy: Uh... Oh, that guy.

Gusteau: Very good. Who is next in command?

Remy: The sous chef... There. The sous is responsible for the kitchen when the chef's not around. Saucier, in charge of sauces. Very important. Chef de partie, demi chef de partie, both important. Commis, commis, they're cooks. Very important.

Gusteau: Ah, you are a clever rat. Now, who is that?

Remy: Oh, him? He's nobody.

Gusteau: Not nobody, he is part of the kitchen.

Remy: He's a plongeur or something. He washes dishes or takes out the garbage. He doesn't cook.

Gusteau: But, he could.

Remy: Uh, no.

Gusteau: How do you know? What do I always say? "Anyone can cook!"

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 and music]

Remy: Oh, Gusteau was right. Oh, mmm, yeah. Each flavor was totally unique. But, combine one flavor with another, and something new was created!

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!

Remy: Gusteau's? Your restaurant? You've led me to your restaurant!

Gusteau: Uh, it seems as though I have. Yes. There it is! I have led you to it!

Remy: [watching Linguini's clumsy attempt to repair the soup he spilled] What is he doing? No. No! No, this is terrible! He's ruining the soup! A-and nobody's noticing it?

[to Gusteau]

Remy: It's your restaurant. Do something!

Gusteau: What can I do? I am a figment of your imagination.

Remy: But he's ruining the soup! We've got to tell someone that he's...

[Remy slips and falls into the kitchen]

[Remy hesitates at an open window, glancing back at the ruined soup]

Gusteau: Remy! What are you waiting for?

Remy: Is this going to become a regular thing with you?

Gusteau: You know how to fix it. This is your chance.

[a cookbook illustration of Gusteau animates and talks to Remy]

Gusteau: If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. Why do you wait and mope?

Remy: Well, I just lost my family. All my friends. Probably forever.

Gusteau: How do you know?

Remy: Well, I...

[scoffs]

Remy: You are an illustration. Why am I talking to you?

Gusteau: Well, you just lost your family. All your friends. You are lonely.

Remy: [chuckles sarcastically] Yeah, well, you're dead.

Gusteau: Ah, but that is no match for wishful thinking. If you focus on what you left behind, you will never be able to see what lies ahead. Now go up and look around!

Gusteau: Wait.

Remy: What do you mean, "wait"? You're the reason I'm in this mess.

Gusteau: Someone is talking about your soup.

Gusteau: You were escaping.

Remy: Oh, yeah.