Lawyer:
Well, the will stipulates that if after two years from the date of death, no heir appears, Gusteau's business will pass on to his sous-chef, you.
Skinner:
I know what the will stipulates! What I want to know, is if this letter - if this *boy* changes anything!
[the lawyer looks at Linguini through the window, comparing it to Gusteau's picture on the wall]
Lawyer:
There's not much resemblance.
Skinner:
There's NO resemblance at all! He's not Gusteau's son, Gusteau had no children! And what of the timing of all this? The deadline in the will expires in less than a month! Suddenly some boy arrives with a letter from his recently deceased mother claiming Gusteau is his father? Highly suspect!
Lawyer:
[about a chef's toque in a glass container]
... This was Gusteau's?
Skinner:
Yes.
Lawyer:
May I?
Skinner:
Of course, of course.
[the lawyer takes a hair out of the toque]
Lawyer:
But, the boy does not know?
Skinner:
She claims she never told him, or Gusteau, and asks that I not tell!
Lawyer:
Why you? What does she want?
Skinner:
A job, for the boy.
Lawyer:
Only a job? Well, then this is easy. If he works here, you can keep an eye on him while I do a little digging, find out how much of this is real. I'll need you to collect some DNA samples from the boy, hair maybe...
Skinner:
Mark my words, the whole thing is *highly* suspect. He knows... something.
Lawyer:
Relax, he's a garbage boy. I think you can handle him.
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