Armande Voizin: Sure you didn't put booze in that?
Vianne Rocher: Something better.
Armande Voizin: Perhaps you should give it to my daughter. Melt that chilly disposition of hers.
Caroline Clairmont: I suppose it can't be easy, having her gone.
Comte de Reynaud: I can't seem to get used to it, no matter how much time...
[forced cheerfulness]
Comte de Reynaud: But, I look forward to her return.
Caroline Clairmont: [gently] I don't believe anyone would think less of you if you were
to say she was never coming back.
Vianne Rocher: Things could be different for you, Josephine. Serge doesn't rule the world.
Josephine: He might as well.
Vianne Rocher: Is that what you believe?
Josephine: I know it.
Vianne Rocher: Oh, well, then it... it must be true. My mistake.
Comte de Reynaud: [forcing Serge into the confessional] He is ready.
Père Henri: But confession must be made in the spirit of contrition.
Comte de Reynaud: [pulling open the curtain] You, have you come in the spirit of contrition?
Serge: Contrition... yes contrition,
Comte de Reynaud:
[shutting curtain] He is ready.
Armande Voizin: Where are you from?
Vianne Rocher: Well, we lived in Andalucia for a while. And, let me see, before that, Vienna and before that...
Anouk Rocher: Before that...
Vianne Rocher: Athens.
Anouk Rocher: Pavia.
Vianne Rocher: Pavia!
Anouk
Rocher: Pantoufle hated it there.
Vianne Rocher: Pantoufle is her kangaroo.
Anouk Rocher: But he can't hop.
Vianne Rocher: Bad leg. War injury, huh?
Armande Voizin: She won't let me see my grandson. I'm cut off from him.
Vianne Rocher: 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.
Josephine: He talks about you. He says you're indecent. He says you're an influence. You're a bad influence for someone like me.
Vianne Rocher: 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: 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.
Armande Voizin: If you want to blame someone, blame me. Corrupting him with cocoa.
Vianne Rocher: Don't you ever think about belonging somewhere?
Roux: The price is too high. You end up caring what people expect of you.
Père Henri: Satan wears many guises. At times, Satan is the singer of a lurid song you hear on the radio. At times, the author of a salacious novel. At times, the quiet man lurking in the schoolyard - asking your children if he might join their game. And at times, the maker of sweet things. Mere trifles. For what could seem more harmless, more innocent, than chocolate?
Vianne Rocher: Armande, why didn't you tell me?
Armande Voizin: Is this a chocolaterie or is it a confessional? Don't you dare pity me.
Caroline Clairmont: Why don't you show them, Mother? Are you afraid to? Why don't you show? Insulin shots. She has diabetes. Very advanced. She could be blind within a year.
Armande Voizin: Yeah. Couldn't you call me a drug addict? It sounds a lot more glamorous.
Caroline Clairmont: [to Vianne] And you! You sit here feeding her
sweets!
Armande Voizin: There are worst ways to die.