Most scenes together: Comte de Reynaud & Vianne Rocher (3), Comte de Reynaud & Armande Voizin (3), Comte de Reynaud & Luc Clairmont (3)
Each time I tell myself it's the last time, but then I get a whiff of her hot chocolate, or...
Madame Audel ...Seashells. Chocolate seashells, so small, so plain, so *innocent*. I thought, oh, just one little taste, it can't do any harm. But it turned out they were filled with rich, sinful...
Yvette Marceau ...And it *melts*, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.
Grandmère, bonjour.
I, um... would you like a cup of, uh...
No, no thank you. I'm just here to, uh... do a portrait.
Whose?
Yours, actually. Is the light OK where she's sitting?
Happy birthday, Grandmère.
The invitation said five o'clock.
I should have read it more closely.
If you had you would know there were supposed to be no gifts.
Don't worry so much about supposed to.
Guillaume Blerot Impure thoughts. The woman who runs the chocolaterie...
Vianne Rocher?
Guillaume Blerot She suggested I buy chocolate sea shells for the widow Audel. And, well... I guess that got me to thinking, about the widow Audel.
At her age? At your age?
Guillaume Blerot Yes, and yes.
People could have died. Do you want their blood on your hands? On my hands?
Serge Should I go to Père Henri and ask for forgiveness?
Listen to me Serge. Listen very carefully. You must leave this village at once and never return.
Serge Why would I leave my home and my café?
Because I'm evicting you, that's why! What you have done puts you beyond anyone's help! Beyond my help, anybody's help! Now get out! Unless you will tell the police what you have done, get out! GET OUT GET OUT!
Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Is that true?
You make her sound like a fugitive.
She is a fugitive. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God.
Joséphine? Come out here a minute. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm? [shows the Comte the ugly bruise on Joséphine's forehead] Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time.
I am truly sorry. You should have come to me. Your husband will be made to repent for this.
Tell him to repent on someone else's head.
Roux I should probably warn ya: you make friends with us, you make enemies with everyone else.
Is that a promise?
Roux It's a guarantee.
Serge We are still married, in the eyes of God.
Then He must be blind.
Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in Tranquilité - Tranquility. If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. In this village, if you saw something you weren't supposed to see, you learned to look the other way. If perchance your hopes had been disappointed, you learned never to ask for more. So through good times and bad, famine and feast, the villagers held fast to their traditions. Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North...
But still the clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought... [Vianne throws her mother's ashes to the wind] By someone else, next time.
What do you see?
Not a damned thing.
Come on, it's a game. What do you see?
I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games.
Oh. I've got just the thing for you.
And these are for your husband. Unrefined cacao nips from Guatemala, to awaken the passions.
Psshh. You've obviously never met my husband.
Well, you've obviously never tried these.
I have two announcements. Number one, if you enjoyed what you ate here, you're going to love my chocolate festival on Sunday.
Advertise on your own time. What's for dessert?
That brings me to number two. It is my duty to announce, that there is no dessert here tonight. [guests sound disappointed] Because it's on Roux's boat.
Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't run the world.
He might as well.
Is that what you believe?
I know it.
Oh. Well, then it must be... must be true. My mistake.
Who says I can't use a skillet?
