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2014. 5. 16 발표한 훈민졍 음성학 2 판 논문에서는 아시다 시피 이미 프랑스 어도 훈민졍 음성학으로 정리했읍니다. 위의 발음 기호는 프랑스 어의 훈민졍 음성학적 발음 기호입니다! 역시 이 불어의 [R] 발음과 [j] 발음도 위 처럼 제가 세계 최초로 표기했읍니다. 뜻은 '맛 없는 스튜, 연타' 입니다. 이 만화 영화 주인공의 이름이기도 하며, 프랑스 요리 셰프가 되기를 갈망하는 생쥐이기 때문에 이렇게 불어로 이름을 지은 것 같습니다.
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두 발음 기호를 비교해 보면, 불어와 영어 발음의 차이를 약간 느낄 수 있으실 겁니다. 불어도 멋진 언어입니다. 시간 나시면 불어도 한번 공부해 보세요! 소피 마르소가 얘기했듯이 '아름다운' 언어입니다. ^^
So, the chef,
he invited you in for a drink?
That's big.
That's big. What did he say?
What?
What, you can't tell me?
Oh!
Forgive me for intruding on your deep,
personal relationship with the chef.
Oh, I see how it is.
You get me to teach you
a few kitchen tricks
to dazzle the boss
and then you blow past me?
Wake up. Wake up.
I thought you were different.
I thought you thought I was different.
I thought...
I didn't have to help you!
If I looked out only for myself,
I would have let you drown!
But...
I wanted you to succeed. I liked you.
My mistake.
Colette. Wait, wait. Colette!
It's over, Little Chef.
I can't do it anymore.
Colette! Wait, wait!
Don't motorcycle away.
Look, I'm no good with words.
I'm no good with food either.
At least not without your help.
I hate false modesty.
It's just another way to lie.
- You have talent.
- No, but I don't! Really! It's not me.
When I added that extra ingredient
instead of following the recipe
like you said,
that wasn't me either.
- What do you mean?
- I mean, I wouldn't have done that.
I would've followed the recipe.
I would've followed your advice.
I would've followed your advice
to the ends of the earth.
- Because I love your advice.
- But...
But I...
Don't do it.
I have a secret. It's sort of disturbing.
- I have a...
- What? You...
- I have a ra...
- You have a rash?
No, no, no. I have this...
This tiny little...
Little...
A tiny chef
who tells me what to do.
A tiny chef?
Yes. Yes. He's...
- He's up here.
- In your brain?
Why is it so hard to talk to you?
Okay. Here we go.
You inspire me. I'm going to risk it all.
I'm going to risk looking like the
biggest idiot psycho you've ever seen.
You want to know why
I'm such a fast learner?
You want to know why
I'm such a great cook?
Don't laugh! I'm going to show you!
No! No!
- What is it, Ambrister?
- Gusteau's.
- Finally closing, is it?
- No.
- More financial trouble?
- No, it's...
Announced a new line
of microwave egg rolls?
What? What? Spit it out.
It's come back. It's popular.
- I haven't reviewed Gusteau's in years.
- No, sir.
My last review condemned it
- to the tourist trade.
- Yes, sir.
I said, "Gusteau has finally
found his rightful place in history
"right alongside
another equally famous chef,
"Monsieur Boyardee."
Touch.
That is where I left it.
That was my last word.
- The last word.
- Yes.
Then tell me, Ambrister,
how could it be popular?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no!
The DNA matches, the timing works,
everything checks out.
He is Gusteau's son.
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.
- String?
- Yes! Playing dumb.
- Taunting me with that rat.
- Rat?
Yes. He's consorting with it.
Deliberately trying to make me think
it's important.
- The rat.
- Exactly!
Is the rat important?
Of course not!
He just wants me to think that it is.
Oh, I see the theatricality of it.
A rat appears on the boy's first night,
I order him to kill it.
And now he wants me
to see it everywhere.
Ooh!
It's here! No, it isn't, it's here!
Am I seeing things, am I crazy?
Is there a phantom rat or is there not?
But, oh, no!
I refuse to be sucked into
his little game of...
Should I be concerned about this?
About you?
Huh?
I can't fire him. He's getting attention.
If I fire him now,
everyone will wonder why.
And the last thing I want
is people looking into this.
What are you so worried about?
Isn't it good to have the press?
Isn't it good to have Gusteau's name
getting headlines?
Not if they're over his face!
Gusteau's already has a face,
and it's fat and lovable and familiar.
And it sells burritos!
Millions and millions of burritos!
The deadline passes in three days.
Then you can fire him
whenever he ceases to be valuable
and no one will ever know.
I was worried
about the hair sample you gave me.
- I had to send them back to the lab.
- Why?
Because the first time it came back
identified as rodent hair.
- No, no, no.
- LINGUINl: What?
Try this. It's better.
Well, because you...
Whoa!
Rat!
Disgusting little creatures.
I was reminded
how fragile it all was.
How the world really saw me.
And it just kept getting better.
Remy!
Remy!
Psst! Psst!
Hey, hey, hey, little brother!
We were afraid you weren't going to,
you know, show up.
- Hey, Remy! How you doing?
- You told them?
Emile,
that's exactly what I said not to do!
But you know these guys.
They're my friends.
I didn't think you meant them.
Look, I'm sorry.
Don't tell me you're sorry,
tell them you're sorry.
- Is there a problem over here?
- No, there is not.
Wait here.
It's locked?
Hmm...
Remy, what are you doing in here?
Okay. Emile shows up with...
Okay, I said not to. I told him...
He goes and blabs to...
Yeah, it's a disaster.
Anyway, they're hungry, the food safe
is locked and I need the key.
- They want you to steal food?
- Yes. No! It's...
- They want you to steal food?
- Yes. No! It's...
It's complicated. It's family.
They don't have your ideals.
Ideals?
If Chef Fancy Pants had any ideals,
you think I'd be hawking barbecue
over here?
Or microwave burritos?
Or, Tooth, I say,
Tooth Pick'n Chicken?
About as French as a corn dog!
Coming soon!
We're inventing new ways
to sell out over here.
Will ye be wanting some haggis bites?
I cannot control
how they use my image, Remy.
- I am dead!
- Can you guys shut up?
I've got to think! Word's getting out.
If I can't keep them quiet,
the entire clan's gonna be after me
with their mouths open and...
Here it is.
Hey. Your will!
- Oh, this is interesting. Mind if I...
- Not at all.
Linguini?
Why would Linguini be filed
with your will?
This used to be my office.
He's your son?
- I have a son?
- How could you not know this?
I am a figment of your imagination.
You did not know, how could I?
Well, your son is the rightful owner
of this restaurant!
Well, your son is the rightful owner
of this restaurant!
No! No! The rat!
- Sorry, chef.
- The rat! It's stolen my documents!
- It's getting away!
Hey, Mr. Chef!
You!
- Get out of my office.
- He's not in your office. You are in his.
Bottoms up, Linguini!
Cheers, ja.
Chef! Chef!
Chef Linguini!
Your rise has been meteoric,
yet you have no formal training.
What is the secret to your genius?
LINGUINl: Secret? You want the truth?
I am Gusteau's son.
It's in my blood I guess.
But you weren't
aware of that fact until very recently.
No.
And it resulted in
your taking ownership of this restaurant.
How did you find out?
Well, some part of me just knew.
The Gusteau part?
- Where do you get your inspiration?
- Inspiration has many names.
- Mine is named Colette.
- What?
Something's stuck in my teeth.
Health Inspector.
I wish to report a rat infestation.
It's taken over my...
Gusteau's restaurant.
Gusteau's, eh?
I can drop by. Let's see.
First opening is three months.
It must happen now!
It's a gourmet restaurant!
Monsieur, I have the information.
If someone cancels, I'll slot you in.
But the rat!
You must...
It stole my documents.
It's past opening time.
He should have
finished an hour ago.
Bonjour, ma chrie.
Join us.
We were just talking
about my inspiration.
Yes, he calls it his tiny chef.
Not that, dearest. I meant you.
- It's him.
- Ego?
Anton Ego!
Is that Ego?
I can't believe it.
- You are Monsieur Linguini?
- Hello.
Pardon me for interrupting
your premature celebration,
but I thought it only fair
to give you a sporting chance
as you are new to this game.
- Game?
- Yes.
And you've been playing
without an opponent.
Which is, as you may have guessed,
against the rules.
You're Anton Ego.
You're slow
for someone in the fast lane.
And you're thin
for someone who likes food.
I don't like food. I love it.
If I don't love it, I don't swallow.
I will return tomorrow night
with high expectations.
Pray you don't disappoint me.
Listen, we hate to be rude,
but we're French, and it's dinnertime.
She meant to say,
"It's dinnertime and we're French."
Don't give me that look.
You were distracting me
in front of the press.
How am I supposed to concentrate with
you yanking on my hair all the time?
And that's another thing.
Your opinion isn't the only one
that matters here.
Colette knows how to cook, too,
you know.
All right, that's it!
You take a break, Little Chef.
I'm not your puppet,
and you're not
my puppet-controlling guy!
The rat is the cook.
You cool off and get your mind right,
Little Chef.
You cool off and get your mind right,
Little Chef.
Ego is coming, and I need to focus!
You stupid...
Wow. I have never seen that before.
Yeah, it's like you're his fluffy bunny
or something.
I'm sorry, Remy.
I know there are too many guys.
- I tried to limit...
- You know what?
It's okay. I've been selfish.
- You guys hungry?
- Are you kidding?
All right. Dinner's on me.
We'll go after closing time.
- In fact...
- Yeah.
...tell Dad to bring the whole clan.
Little Chef?
This is great, Son.
An inside job. I see the appeal.
Oof!
Little Chef?
Little Chef?
Hey, Little Chef.
I thought you went back
to the apartment.
Then when you weren't there,
I don't know...
It didn't seem right to leave things
the way that we did, so...
Look, I don't want to fight.
I've been under a lot of, you know,
pressure.
A lot has changed
in not very much time, you know?
I'm suddenly a Gusteau.
And I got to be a Gusteau or, you know,
people will be disappointed.
It's weird.
You know, I've never
disappointed anyone before,
because nobody's
ever expected anything of me.
And the only reason
anyone expects anything from me now
is because of you.
I haven't been fair to you.
You've never failed me,
and I should never forget that.
You've been a good friend.
The most honorable friend
a guy could ever ask...
What is this?
What's going on?
What...
Hey...
You're...
You're stealing food? How could you?
I thought you were my friend!
I trusted you!
Get out! You and all your rat buddies!
And don't come back
or I'll treat you the way restaurants
are supposed to treat pests!
You're right, Dad. Who am I kidding?
We are what we are, and we're rats.
Well, he'll leave soon,
and now you know how to get in.
Steal all you want.
- You're not coming?
- I've lost my appetite.
Do you know
what you would like this evening, sir?
Yes,
I'd like your heart roasted on a spit.
Come in!
Today's the big day.
You should say something to them.
- Like what?
- You are the boss. Inspire them.
Attention.
Attention, everyone.
Tonight is a big night.
Appetite is coming,
and he's going to have a big ego.
I mean, Ego. He's coming. The critic.
And he's going to order something.
Something from our menu.
And we'll have to cook it,
unless he orders something cold.
Just can't leave it alone,
can you?
You really shouldn't be here
during restaurant hours. It's not safe.
I'm hungry!
And I don't need the inside food
to be happy.
The key, my friend, is to not be picky.
- Observe.
- No, wait!
- Oh, no! No, no! What do we do?
- I'll go get Dad.
You might think you are a chef
but you are still only a rat.
Sure he took away a star
last time he reviewed this place.
Sure it probably killed... Dad.
- This is very bad juju right here.
- But I'll tell you one thing...
- Ego is here.
- Ego? He is here?
Anton Ego is just another customer.
Let's cook!
Yeah! Let's...
Okay.
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!
Do you know
what you would like this evening, sir?
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?
- With what, sir?
- Perspective. Fresh out, I take it?
I am...
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.
I'm afraid I...
Your dinner selection?
Tell your Chef Linguini that I want
whatever he dares to serve me.
Tell him to hit me with his best shot.
I will have whatever he is having.
- So, we have given up.
- Why do you say that?
We are in a cage inside the car trunk
awaiting a future
in frozen food products.
No, I'm the one in a cage. I've given up.
You are free.
I am only as free
as you imagine me to be.
As you are.
Oh, please. I'm sick of pretending.
I pretend to be a rat for my father.
I pretend to be a human
through Linguini.
I pretend you exist
so I have someone to talk to!
You only tell me stuff I already know!
I know who I am!
Why do I need you to tell me?
Why do I need to pretend?
But you don't, Remy.
You never did.
No. My other left!
Dad? Dad, I'm in here!
I'm inside the trunk! What the...
Dad!
- Hey, little brother!
- Emile!
I love you guys!
Where are you going?
Back to the restaurant.
They'll fail without me.
- Why do you care?
- Because I'm a cook!
It's your recipe.
How can you not know
your own recipe?
I didn't write it down. It just came to me.
Then make it come to you again, ja?
Because we can't serve this!
Where's my order?
Can't we serve something else?
Something I didn't invent?
This is what they're ordering.
Make them order something else.
Tell them we're all out.
We cannot be all out. We just opened.
I have another idea.
What if we serve them what they order!
We will make it.
Just tell us what you did.
I don't know what I did.
We need to tell
the customers something.
Then tell them... Tell them...
Huh?
- Don't do it.
- Remy. Remy.
Don't! Stop!
They'll see you. Stop.
We're not talking about me.
We're talking about what to do right...
Rats!
- Remy!
- Get my knife.
Don't touch him!
Thanks for coming back, Little Chef.
I know this sounds insane, but...
Well,
the truth sounds insane sometimes.
But that doesn't mean it's not
the truth.
And the truth is, I have no talent at all.
But this rat,
he's the one behind these recipes.
He's the cook. The real cook.
He's been hiding under my toque.
He's been controlling my actions.
He's the reason I can cook the food
that's exciting everyone.
The reason Ego is outside that door.
You've been giving me credit
for his gift.
I know it's a hard thing to believe.
But, hey, you believed I could cook,
right?
Look, this works.
It's crazy, but it works.
We can be
the greatest restaurant in Paris,
and this rat, this brilliant Little Chef,
can lead us there.
What do you say? You with me?
Dad.
Dad, I don't know what to say.
I was wrong about your friend
and about you.
I don't want you to think
I'm choosing this over family.
I can't choose
between two halves of myself.
I'm not talking about cooking.
I'm talking about guts.
This really means that much to you?
We're not cooks, but we are family.
You tell us what to do,
and we'll get it done.
- Stop that health inspector!
- Delta Team, go, go, go, go!
The rest of you stay and help Remy.
Team three will be handling fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Team three will be handling fish.
Team four, roasted items.
Team five, grill. Team six, sauces.
Get to your stations. Let's go, go, go!
Those handling food
will walk on two legs.
We need someone to wait tables.
I'm sorry for any delay,
but we're a little short tonight.
Please, take all of the time you need.
He came in late one more time
and all of a sudden he...
Make sure that steak
is nice and tenderized.
Work it. Yeah. Stick and move.
Stick and move.
Easy with that sole meunire.
Less salt. More butter.
Only use the mimolette cheese.
Whoa! Compose the salad
like you were painting a picture.
Not too much vinaigrette
on that salade compose.
Don't let that beurre blanc separate.
Keep whisking.
Gently poach the scallops.
Taste check. Spoons down.
Good. Too much salt. Good.
Don't boil the consomm,
it'll toughen the pheasant. Emile!
Sorry.
Colette, wait! Colette.
- You came back. Colette...
- Don't say a word.
If I think about it,
I might change my mind.
Just tell me what the rat wants to cook.
Ratatouille? It's a peasant dish.
Are you sure
you want to serve this to Ego?
What? I am making ratatouille.
Well, how would you prepare it?
Ratatouille? They must be joking.
Mmm.
No, it can't be.
Who cooked the ratatouille?
I demand to know!
I can't remember the last time
I asked a waiter
to give my compliments to the chef.
And now I find myself
in the extraordinary position
of having my waiter be the chef.
Thanks, but I'm just your waiter tonight.
Then who do I thank for the meal?
Excuse me a minute.
You must be the chef...
If you wish to meet the chef,
you will have to wait
until all the other customer have gone.
So be it.
At first, Ego thinks it's a joke.
But as Linguini explains,
Ego's smile disappears.
He doesn't react
beyond asking an occasional question.
And when the story is done,
Ego stands, thanks us for the meal...
Thank you for the meal.
... and leaves without another word.
The following day his review appears.
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 extraordinary 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.
I will be returning to Gusteau's soon,
hungry for more.
It was a great night.
The happiest of my life.
But the only thing predictable
about life is its unpredictability.
Well, we had to let Skinner
and the health inspector loose,
and of course they ratted us out.
The food didn't matter.
Once it got out
there were rats in the kitchen,
oh, man, the restaurant was closed
and Ego lost his job and his credibility.
But don't feel too bad for him.
He's doing very well
as a small business investor.
- He seems very happy.
- How do you know?
Got to go. Dinner rush.
You know how he likes it.
Thanks, Little Chef.
Can I interest you
in a dessert this evening?
- Don't you always?
- Which one would you like?
Surprise me.
Can I interest you
in a dessert this evening?
Hey, believe me, that story
gets better when I tell it, okay?
Come on. Bring some food over here,
we're starving!
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