Chocolat (2000)

Juliette Binoche: Vianne

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• Vianne : [to the Comte de Reynaud]  Ah, good morning. Can I interest you in some nipples of Venus?

• Vianne : And these are for your husband. Unrefined cacao nips from Guatemala, to awaken the passions.

  Yvette Marceau : Psshh. You've obviously never met my husband.

  Vianne : Well, you've obviously never tried these.

• Roux : I should probably warn ya: you make friends with us, you make enemies with everyone else.

  Vianne : Is that a promise?

  Roux : It's a guarantee.

• Yvette Marceau : Do you have more of those bean thingies, please?

  Vianne : Oh, sure. Um... How many do you want?

  Yvette Marceau : How many have you got?

• Comte de Reynaud : Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Is that true?

  Vianne : You make her sound like a fugitive.

  Comte de Reynaud : She *is* a fugitive. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God.

  Vianne : Josephine? Come out here a minute. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm?

  [shows the Comte the ugly bruise on Josephine's forehead] 

  Vianne : Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time.

  Comte de Reynaud : I am truly sorry. You should have come to me. Your husband will be made to repent for this.

  Josephine Muscat : Tell him to repent on someone else's head.

• Vianne : What do you see in it?

  Armande Voizin : Not a damned thing.

  Vianne : Come on, it's a game. What do you see?

  Armande Voizin : I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games.

  Vianne : Hmm. I've got just the thing for you.

• Roux : How's the door?

  Vianne : It squeaks.

  Roux : Does it?

• [Anouk has come home from school upset] 

  Vianne : Anouk, just tell me what happened.

  Anouk : Are you Satan's helper?

  Vianne : Well, it... it's not easy, being different.

  Anouk : Why can't we go to church?

  Vianne : Well, you can if you want... but it won't make things easier.

  Anouk : Why can't you wear black shoes like the other mothers?

• Vianne : Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't run the world.

  Josephine Muscat : He might as well.

  Vianne : Is that what you believe?

  Josephine Muscat : I know it.

  Vianne : Oh. Well, then it must be... must be true. My mistake.

• Luc Clairmont : Grandmother, bonjour.

  Armande Voizin : I, um... would you like a cup of, uh...

  Luc Clairmont : No, no thank you. I'm just here to, uh... do a portrait.

  Armande Voizin : Whose?

  Vianne : Yours, actually. Is the light okay where she's sitting?

• Vianne : Would you care... would you care to buy something special for your lady friend?

  Guillaume Blerot : Lady friend?

  Vianne : Mm-hmm, the lovely woman your dog was so fond of.

  Guillaume Blerot : [smiles]  Oh.

  Vianne : Her favorite is chocolate seashells, that's my guess.

  Guillaume Blerot : Oh, no, I mustn't. Madame Audel is in mourning for her husband.

  Vianne : Oh. I'm sorry. When did he pass away?

  Guillaume Blerot : The war. German grenade.

  Vianne : Oh, I see. Well, it's been fifteen years since the war, so surely...

  Guillaume Blerot : No, not that war. Monsieur Audel was killed on January the 12th, 1917. It was quite a blow to Madame Audel.

  Vianne : Apparently so.

• Vianne : I have two announcements. Number one, if you enjoyed what you ate here, you're going to love my chocolate festival on Sunday.

  Armande Voizin : Advertise on your own time. What's for dessert?

  Vianne : That brings me to number two. It is my duty to announce, that there is no dessert here tonight.

  [guests sound disappointed] 

  Vianne : Because it's on Roux's boat.

  [uncomfortable silence] 

  Armande Voizin : Any complaints, see me.

• Armande Voizin : Your cinnamon looks rancid.

  Vianne : Well, it's not cinnamon, it's a special kind of chili pepper.

  Armande Voizin : Chili pepper in hot chocolate? Psh.

  Vianne : Mm-hm. It'll give you a lift.

• Roux : How does Anouk feel about it?

  Vianne : What?

  Roux : All the moving around.

  Vianne : Oh, she's fine. She handles it beautifully, she makes friends easily, she's such an unusual...

  [looks at Roux] 

  Vianne : She hates it.

  [on the verge of tears] 

  Vianne : She hates it.

  [Roux draws closer and kisses her] 

• Roux : [referring to the broken glass on her door]  You know I can fix that if you like. Not with glass, but I can make a nice strong one out of wood.

  Vianne : That's nice of you, but I insist on paying you for your work.

  Roux : Well, that makes two of us then.

• Josephine Muscat : If you leave, everything will go back to the way it was.

  Vianne : Everything *is* the way it was.

  Josephine Muscat : Not for me!

• Vianne : Don't you ever think about belonging somewhere?

  Roux : The price is too high. You end up caring what people expect of you.

• Armande Voizin : Sure you didn't put booze in that?

  Vianne : Something better.

  Armande Voizin : Perhaps you should give it to my daughter. Melt that chilly disposition of hers.

• Vianne : Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't rule the world.

  Josephine Muscat : He might as well.

  Vianne : Is that what you believe?

  Josephine Muscat : I know it.

  Vianne : Oh, well, then it... it must be true. My mistake.

• Armande Voizin : She won't let me see my grandson. I'm cut off from him.

  Vianne : Why is that? Armande, why is that?

  Armande Voizin : Oh, I'm a bad influence. 'Cause I don't like her treating him like a trained poodle. I swear, that boy doesn't piss without her permission.

• Vianne : You've never really told me what the problem is - between you and Caroline.

  Armande Voizin : 'Cause it's none of your damn business. I'm an embarrassment to her. I swear. I read dirty books. I eat and drink what I like. And sin of sins, I refuse to go to Les Mimosas.

  Josephine Muscat : When I was a kid, we called it Le Mortoir. It's a nursing home for old... It's in Toulouse.

  Armande Voizin : Caroline loves the thought of a nurse with a clipboard recording my bowel movements.

• Vianne : Armande, why didn't you tell me?

  Armande Voizin : Is this a chocolaterie or is it a confessional? Don't you dare pity me.

• Armande Voizin : Where are you from?

  Vianne : Well, we lived in Andalucia for a while. And, let me see, before that, Vienna and before that...

  Anouk : Before that...

  Vianne : Athens.

  Anouk : Pavia.

  Vianne : Pavia!

  Anouk : Pantoufle hated it there.

  Vianne : Pantoufle is her kangaroo.

  Anouk : But he can't hop.

  Vianne : Bad leg. War injury, huh?