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]
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