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Ego : What is it, Ambrister ?
Ambrister : Gusteau's.
Ego : Finally closing, is it ?
Ambrister : No.
Ego : More financial trouble ?
Ambrister : No, it's...
Ego : Announced a new line of microwave egg rolls? What?
What? Spit
it out！
Ambrister : It's come back. It's popular.
Ego : I haven't reviewed Gusteau's in years.
Ambrister : No, sir.
Ego : My last review condemned it to the tourist trade.
Ambrister : Yes, sir.
Ego : I said, "Gusteau has finally found his rightful
place in history right alongside another equally famous chef, Monsieur
Boyardee."
Ambrister : Touche.
Ego : That is where I left it. That was my last word. The
last word.
Ambrister : Yes.
Ego : Then tell me, Ambrister, how could it be popular?
Skinner : No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
Lawyer : The DNA matches, the timing works, everything checks
out. He is Gusteau's son.
Skinner : This can't just happen! The whole thing is a setup!
The boy knows! Look at him out there, pretending to be an idiot. He's
toying
with my mind like a
cat with a ball of... something.
Lawyer : String? –
Skinner : Yes! Playing
dumb. Taunting me
withthat rat.
Lawyer : Rat?
Skinner : Yes. He's consorting with it. Deliberately
trying to make me think it's important.
Lawyer : The rat. –
Skinner : Exactly!
Lawyer : Is the rat important?
Skinner : Of course not! He just wants me to think that it
is.
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