Horst Quotes in Ratatouille (2007)

Colette: Horst has done time.

Linguini: What for?

Colette: No one know for sure. He changes the story every time you ask him.

Horst: I defrauded a major corporation.

Horst: I robbed the second-largest bank in France using only a ball-point pen.

Horst: I created a hole in the ozone over Avignon.

Horst: I killed a man... with *this* thumb.

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, uh...?

Linguini: My mother?

Skinner: Yes...

Larousse: Renata.

Skinner: Yes, Renata. How is she?

Linguini: Good... well, not... good... She's been better. She's, uh... she...

Horst: She died.

Skinner: [attempting to care] Oh, uh, I'm sorry.

Linguini: Well, don't be. She believed in Heaven, so she's covered... you know, afterlife-wise? Uh...

[clumsily gives Skinner a letter]

Skinner: What is this?

Linguini: She left it for you. I think she hoped it would help... me. You know, get a job... Here?

Skinner: And don't forget to stress its Linguini-ness.

Horst: Oui, chef.

Mustafa: [panicked] Someone has asked what is new!

Horst: New?

Mustafa: Yes! What do I tell them?

Horst: Well, what *did* you tell them?

Mustafa: I told them I would ask!

Skinner: What are you blathering about?

Horst: Customers are asking what is new!

Mustafa: What should I tell them?

Skinner: What *did* you tell them?

Mustafa: [exasperated] I TOLD THEM I WOULD ASK!

Skinner: This is simple. Just pull out an old Gusteau recipe, something we haven't made in a while...

Mustafa: They know about the old stuff. They like Linguini's soup.

Skinner: They are asking for food from LINGUINI?

Skinner: Get the rat! Linguini. Get something to trap it.

Horst: It's getting away. Get it, get it, get it.

Nicky: I'm all crewed up, sweetie.

Jess: Oh come on, PLEASE. Can we just skip the part where I speak through thinly veiled allure and lead you to believe there is some earth-shattering hump in the works, cause I suck at that kind of stuff. I just want in.

Nicky: There is no earth-shattering hump in the works?

Jess: Yep.

Nicky: I don't even get thinly veiled allure?

Jess: No

Nicky: No baby voice. No lingering eye contact?

Jess: I'm hopeless.

Nicky: That's all my favorite shit.

Jess: I'm sorry.

Nicky: Can I suggest you learn. Professionally.

Jess: [seductively] I mean, you could show me. In your room.

Nicky: [pauses] That is so BAD.

Jess: Is it?

Nicky: Does it feel sexy on your face?

Jess: A little.

Nicky: It does? Ok, let's go.

Jess: Wait... Where... Wait... Wait... Am I in?

Nicky: No. This is Horst.

Horst: Hello Jess.

Jess: Hi

Horst: Nicky told me you were coming.

Jess: [hits Nicky] You are such a dick.

Horst: He gets that a lot. Let's go. Are you a size 4?

Nicky: [after Jess passes Horst's test] You're in!

Jess: [excited & giggly] Really?

Horst: [stern & no nonsense] Congratulations, you're a criminal.

Nicky: [Walking around empty office space] So why do I like this place?

Horst: Lots of space. It does not open for a month or two. We can tie into multiple lines, diffuse our footprint. Keep on the anti stress. Plus, military grade fiber.

Nicky: How many bathrooms? Fat ass Farhad is flying in.

Horst: Two. Coed. He still get irritable bowel?

Nicky: Yeah.

Horst: Man, he should do a cleanse.

Nicky: Horst, he is a 400 pound Persian. He is not going to do a cleanse.

Horst: Where have you been staying? Hyatt again?

Nicky: Yeah, I love the brunch. You should stop by.

Horst: I don't do brunch. I'm doing a cleanse.

Horst: That was rude of you, Paul.

Paul Hackett: I don't know what came over me.

Horst: Lack of discipline.

Paul Hackett: Possibly.

Horst: Why don't we go down to my office? I think I've got a bottle of bourbon somewhere.

Harbour: Do you think alcohol is a good idea if my liver count is as high as it is?

Horst: It won't make any difference.

Wilbur: Horst. Is that German for "sausage"?

Horst: No. But it's close.

Wilbur: Are you in any way related to the man they called Horst?

Horst: I believe so, yes. Somewhere on my mother's side.

Horst: You're Sophie, aren't you? You spent some time here as a patient, didn't you? Didn't you lose a daugter?

Sophie: Yeah. Eight years ago.

Horst: I'd just moved here.

Sophie: Yeah. Your English was even worse then. We couldn't understand a word you said. Maybe that's why it helped.

Max: Ever go to the Silhouette?

Horst: Yes.

Max: I never saw you there.

Horst: You weren't looking.

Max: Greta's Club?

Horst: No.

Max: Good, you had taste. The White Mouse?

Horst: Sometimes.

Max: I'm surprised you never saw me there. Did you sunbathe?

Horst: I love to sunbathe.

Max: In the nude?

Horst: Of course.

Max: By the river?

Horst: That's right.

Max: And you never saw me?

Horst: Well, actually I did. I saw you by the river. You were making a fool of yourself, and I said, someday I'll be in Dachau with that man moving rocks.

Gestapo man: Here you will work here.

Horst: Yes sir.

Gestapo man: He'll explain.

Horst: Yes sir.

Gestapo man: I'm watching.

Horst: Yes sir.

Gestapo man: I see everything.

Horst: Yes sir.

Horst: We had a boy like that in school. Used to lead us in silences.

Max: Ok. I'll explain. Ok. We have to move rocks.

Horst: Yes sir.

Max: You move one rock at a time.

Horst: Yes sir.

Max: You take it over there.

Horst: Yes sir.

Max: When that pile is complete, you take one rock at a time and move it back.

Horst: You move it back? You move rocks from there to there and then from there to back again?

Max: Yes sir.

Horst: We're off and nothing can turn us back!

Jorgos: Tell me that you love me.

Horst: Yes.

Jorgos: Say it.

Horst: I wouldn't be here otherwise.

Jorgos: Say it.

Horst: Jorgos... I love you.

Jorgos: I'll do everything. You just relax...

Horst: I am relaxed.