"[takes a bite of the ratatouille; last words before his defeat] No. It can't be. [barges into the kitchen] Who cooked the ratatouille?! I demand to know! [sees the kitchen full of rats and gasps]"

"[captures Remy in a cage] You may think you are a chef, but you are still... only a rat. So! I have in mind a simple arrangement; you will create for me a new line of Chef Skinner frozen foods, and I, in return, will not kill you. Au revoir, rat!"

"First of all, we are not thieves. Secondly, stay out of the kitchen and away from the humans. It's dangerous."

"Food is fuel. You get picky about what you put in the tank, your engine is gonna die. Now shut up and eat your garbage."

"Hey there, li'l brother!"

"I don' really know."

"[looks at Remy in the kitchen door-window] Surprise me....!"

"[in his review] In many ways, the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgment. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things, the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something, and that is in the discovery and defense of the new. The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends. Last night, I experienced something new, an extra-ordinary meal from a singularly unexpected source. To say that both the meal and its maker have challenged my preconceptions about fine cooking is a gross understatement. They have rocked me to my core. In the past, I have made no secret of my disdain for Chef Gusteau's famous motto: 'Anyone can cook.' But I realize, only now do I truly understand what he meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere. It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now cooking at Gusteau's, who is, in this critic's opinion, nothing less than the finest chef in France. I will be returning to Gusteau's soon, hungry for more."

"[in Linguini's dream] [Linguini: Do you know what you would like this evening, sir?] Yes, I'd like your heart roasted on a spit. [laughs]"

"I don't like food, I love it. If I don't love it, I don't swallow. [Linguini gulps nervously] I will return tomorrow night with high expectations. Pray you don't disappoint me."

"Amusing title, "Anyone Can Cook!". What's even more amusing is that Gusteau actually seems to believe it. I, on the other hand, take cooking seriously and no, I don't think anyone can do it."

"But you don't, Remy. You never did!"

"You must be imaginative, and strong-hearted. You must try things that may not work, and you must not let anyone define your limits because of where you come from. Your only limit is your soul. What I say is true. Anyone can cook, but only the fearless can be great."

"Tara Strong – Baby (voice)"

"I finally get a bouquet and it's a goodbye present. That's depressing."

"[before realizing that her parents have become pigs] Mom! Dad! Come on, quit eating! Let's get out of here!"

"I'm see-through!"

"[to Haku, grabbing his arm] No! Don't leave me, I don't want to be alone!"

"It's a bath house..."

"I'm dreaming, I'm dreaming! Come on, wake up! Wake up! Wake up..."

"[to Yubaba] I'm not leaving until you give me a job!"

"Hey, Lin - what's a foreman?"

"I think he needs help! It feels like there's a thorn in his side!"

"[as Bo is twisting her arm] That hurts! Please, I'll play with you later okay?"

"[to Bo, holding out the palm of her hand, which has Haku's blood on it] Germs! I've got germs, see?!"

"[to one of Yubaba's shrunken heads] Shut your mouth!"

"Open your mouth...That's it... [forces Haku's mouth open while he's in dragon form] Got it. Now swallow! [holds his mouth shut as he thrashes around]"

"[approaching a giant No-Face] I was saving this for my parents, but I think you'd better have it. [throws the leftover medicine into his mouth]"

"You shouldn't be here. Get out of here now!"

"That bird is looking for you. You've gotta get out of here."

"[to Chihiro] I've known you since you were very small. Good luck, and whatever you do, don't make a sound."

"Don't talk to me. And address me as Master Haku."

"Three days of eating our food and her smell will go away. And if she doesn't work hard, roast her, boil her, do whatever you want. Now get back to work. Where is Lin?"

"Meet me at the bridge. I'll take you to your parents."

"Aren't you even going to knock? You're the most pathetic little girl I've ever seen!"

"[to Chihiro, after heavily persisting her request to have a job, sounding malevolent] Or maybe you'd like the worst, nastiest job I've got, until you breathe your very last BREAAAAATH?!"

"[upset] Oh, dear, you woke up the baby!"

"So, your name's Chihiro? What a pretty name! [uses magic to steal the kanji of Chihiro's name] And it belongs to me now."