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] 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
] 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?
: [taking Ego's order
] Do you know what you'd like this evening, sir? Anton Ego
: Yes, I think I do. After reading a lot of overheated puffery about your new cook, you know what I'm craving? A little perspective. That's it. I'd like some fresh, clear, well seasoned perspective. Can you suggest a good wine to go with that? Mustafa
: With what, sir? Anton Ego
: Perspective. Fresh out, I take it? Mustafa
: I am, uh... Anton Ego
: Very well. Since you're all out of perspective and no one else seems to have it in this BLOODY TOWN, I'll make you a deal. You provide the food, I'll provide the perspective, which would go nicely with a bottle of Cheval Blanc 1947. Mustafa
: I'm afraid... your dinner selection? Anton Ego
: [stands up angrily
] Tell your chef Linguini that I want whatever he dares to serve me. Tell him to hit me with his best SHOT.
: Table five coming up right now. Skinner
: Coming down the line. Colette
: Set. Hot. Open oven. Skinner
: Coming around. Colette
: Oui, chef. One filet mignon, three lamb, two duck. Skinner
: Fire those soufflés for table six, ja? Colette
: Five minutes, chef. Remy
: Oh, God. Mustafa
: Tonight, I'd like to present the foie gras. It has a wonderful finish. Skinner
: Ready to go on table seven. Come on! Let's go! Colette
: Oui, chef.
: [seeing a ladle in Linguini's hand
] You are COOKING? How DARE you cook in MY kitchen! Where do get the gall to attempt something so monumentally idiotic? I should have you drawn and quartered! I'll do it! I think the law is on my side! Larousse, draw and quarter this man! *After* you put him in the duck press to squeeze the fat out of his head!
[as he's shouting, Lalo ladles some soup into a tureen and brings it to the waiter
: Oh no no no, OH NO, don't let them, don't eat... Skinner
: What are you blathering about? Linguini
: ...the soup! Skinner
: [sees the soup going out runs to stop it
] Soup? Stop that soup! Noooooooo!
[bursts into the dining room to the stares of the diners, retreats back into the kitchen and watches through the window as the waiter serves the soup
] Solene LeClaire
: [tasting the soup
] Waiter! Skinner
] Linguini! You're fired! F-I-R-E-D! Fired! Mustafa
: She wants to see the chef. Mustafa
] B-but he...
[clears his throat and goes to speak to the customer; Colette tastes the soup; Skinner re-enters
: What did the customer say? Mustafa
: It was not a customer. It was a critic. Colette
: Ego? Skinner
: Solene LeClaire. Colette
: LeClaire. What did she say? Mustafa
: She likes the soup.