Remy: What is that?
Emile: I don't really know.
Remy: You don't know... And you're eating it.
Emile: You know, if you muscle your way past the gag reflex, all kinds of food possibilities open up.
Emile: W-w-wait. You read?
Remy: Well, not excessively.
Emile: Oh, man. Does dad know?
Remy: You could fill a book - a lot of books - with things Dad doesn't know. And they have. Which is why I read. Which is also our secret.
Emile: I don't like secrets. All this cooking and-and reading and TV-watching, while we read and cook. It's like you're involving me in crime and I let you. Why do I let you?
Remy: This is me. I think it's apparent that I need to rethink my life a little bit. What's my problem? First of all, I'm a rat. Which means, life is hard. Second, I have a highly developed sense of taste and smell.
Gusteau: You were escaping.
Remy: Oh, yeah.
Dad: We steal it because no one wants it.
Remy: Well if no one wants it, how is it stealing?
Matt Freehauf: Guys like me are born loving women like you.
