I waited. For a sound… a voice…
a sign. Something…
Remy flips a crinkled page, to a appetizing photo of pastry.
His stomach GROWLS. He looks away, turning to a drawing of
GUSTEAU on the opposite page.
The ILLUSTRATION comes to life; speaking to Remy–
If you are hungry, go up and look around, Remy. Why do you wait and mope?
I’ve just lost my family. All my friends. Probably forever.
How do you know?
(what is he doing?)
You… are an illustration. Why am I talking to you?
You just lost your family. All your friends. You are lonely.
Yeah, well, you’re dead.
Ah… but that is no match for wishful thinking. If you focus on
what you’ve left behind you will never be able to see what lies
ahead. Now go up and look around.
What are you doing?!!
I’m hungry! I don’t know where I am and I don’t know when I’ll find food again…
Remy. You are better than that. You are a cook! Cooks make. Thieves take. You are not a thief.
But I am hungry…
Food will come, Remy. Food always comes to those who love to cook…
You think I am playing, Francois?
You think I am PLAYING??
You don’t have the guts!
Paris? All this time I’ve been underneath PARIS? It’s beautiful.
The MOST beautiful.
Gusteau’s? Your restaurant?? You’ve led me to your restaurant!
(not entirely sure)
It seems as though I have. Yes. There it is! I have led you to it!
I gotta see this…