James Remar: Larousse
Larousse : Hey, boss, look who it is! Alfredo Linguini! Renata's little boy! All grown up, eh? You remember Renata. Gusteau's old flame?
Skinner : Ah, yes. How are you, uh...
Larousse : Linguini.
Skinner : Yes, Linguini, so nice of you to visit. How is, uh...?
Linguini : My mother?
Skinner : Yes...
Larousse : Renata.
Skinner : Yes, Renata. How is she?
Linguini : Good... well, not... good... She's been better. She's, uh... she...
Horst : She died.
Skinner : [attempting to care] Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
Linguini : Well, don't be. She believed in Heaven, so she's covered... you know, afterlife-wise? Uh...
[clumsily gives Skinner a letter]
Skinner : What is this?
Linguini : She left it for you. I think she hoped it would help... me. You know, get a job... Here?