Skinner Quotes

Skinner: [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]
Linguini: 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: [gasps] Linguini! You're fired! F-I-R-E-D! Fired!
Mustafa: She wants to see the chef.
Mustafa: [scared] B-but he...
[clears his throat

and goes to speak to the customer; Colette tastes the soup; Skinner re-enters]
Colette: 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.

Larousse: Hey, boss, look who it is! Alfredo Linguini! Renata's little boy! All grown up, eh? You remember Renata. Gusteau's old flame?
Skinner: Ah, yes. How are you, uh...
Larousse: Linguini.
Skinner: Yes, Linguini, so nice of you to visit. How is, uh...?
Linguini: My mother?

Skinner: Yes...
Larousse: Renata.
Skinner: Yes, Renata. How is she?
Linguini: Good... well, not... good... She's been better. She's, uh... she...
Horst: She died.
Skinner: [attempting to care] Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
Linguini: Well, don't be.

She believed in Heaven, so she's covered... you know, afterlife-wise? Uh...
[clumsily gives Skinner a letter]
Skinner: What is this?
Linguini: She left it for you. I think she hoped it would help... me. You know, get a job... Here?

Skinner: [growling] What are you playing at?
Linguini: [uncertain] Um, uh... am I still fired?
Colette: You can't fire him.
Skinner: What?
Colette: LeClaire likes it, yeah? She made a point of telling you so. if she write a review to that effect and find out you fired the cook

responsible?
Skinner: He's a garbage boy.
Colette: Who made something she liked! How can we claim to represent the name of Gusteau if we don't uphold his most cherished belief?
Skinner: And what belief is that, Mademoiselle Tatou?
Colette: Anyone can cook.
[pause, Skinner looks around at the

other cooks, who are smiling with approval]
Skinner: Perhaps I have been a bit harsh on our new garbage boy. He has taken a bold risk, and we should reward that, as Chef Gusteau would have. If he wishes to swim in dangerous waters, who are we to deny him?

[Remy is finishing his story; revealing that he is telling his story to a group of rats, including a small, red female rat from the beginning of the movie]
Remy: Well, we had to let Skinner and the Health Inspector go. And they had tp close the restaurant. And Ego lost his job, but don't worry... From what I heard, he is doing much better than before.
Female Rat: How

do you know?
[Remy moves a leaf to reveal a window overlooking the dining human patrons, with a lighthearted Anton Ego looking at the menu]

Simon Skinner: Lock me up.
Nicholas Angel: I'm sorry?
Simon Skinner: I'm a slasher! I must be stopped!
Nicholas Angel: You're a what?
Simon Skinner: A slasher... of prices! I'm Simon Skinner - I run the local supermarché. Drop in and see me sometime - my discounts are *criminal*. Catch

me later!