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!
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