Ratatouille

Remy: We’re thieves, and what we’re stealing is, let’s be honest, garbage.
Django: It’s not stealing if no one wants it.
Remy: If no one want’s it, then why are we stealing it?

Gusteau: Ahh, but that is no match for wishful thinking! If you're focused on what you've left behind, you will not be able to see what lies ahed. Now go up and look around!

Remy: [watching Linguini's clumsy attempt to repair the soup he spilled] No! It's... he's ruining the soup!
[to Gusteau]
Remy: It's YOUR restaurant! Do something!
Gusteau: But what can I do? I am merely a figment of your imagination!

Linguini: Oh, and thanks, by the way, for... um... all the... advice. On cooking.
Colette: And thank you as well.
Linguini: For what?
Colette: [grins] Taking it!

Rémy: He's your son?!
Gusteau: I have a son?!
Rémy: How could you not know?!
Gusteau: I-I am a figment of your imagination! You did not know, how could I?

Colette: We don’t mean to be rude, but… we’re French.

Django: [Remy turns to leave] Where are you going?
Remy: With luck, forward.

...Les rêves des amoureux sont comme le bon vin
Ils donnent de la joie ou bien du chagrin...
Et sortez les bouteilles, finis les ennuis
Je dresse la table, de ma nouvelle vie ...

Enjoy... :)