I guess you could say Remy is Linguiniβs voice of season
The survivors were marooned.
He was used to living the good life, and all the perks that go with it. His refined palette missed the fine dining, at five-star restaurants run by top chefs. Now reduced to eating macaroni and cheese with hotdogs, he looked down at his plate and contemplated suicide.
It was a wurst case scenario.
"I just can't palate another pallet of palettes."
We were in high school and it was that time of year where the pupils are looking for prom dates.
Anyways, there is this girl, Iris, that goes there that was also date-less who had a hair-lip (cleft palette) and hoping to hear from my friend.
He walks up to her, and says, "Iris, would you like to go to prom with me?"
Iris was so excited, her cheeks flushed, a smile burst forth and she exclaims, "Would I?! Would I?!......"
My friend gets pissed and jabs his finger towards her as tears start streaming down one side of his face and he's yells, "HAIR-LIP! HAIR LIP!" And runs away bawling his eye out.
