Chocolat (2000)
Judi Dench: Armande Voizin
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Quotes
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Armande Voizin : [entering the new chocolate shop] What's the décor, early Mexican brothel?
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Luc Clairmont : Happy birthday, Grandmama.
Armande Voizin : The invitation said five o'clock.
Luc Clairmont : I should have read it more closely.
Armande Voizin : If you had, you would know there were supposed to be no gifts.
Luc Clairmont : Don't worry so much about supposed to.
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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.
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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?
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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.
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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.
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Armande Voizin : I've got something for you, boy. I've been carrying it around since your last birthday. It's a book of poetry.
Luc Clairmont : Oh. Thank you.
Armande Voizin : You don't like poetry?
Luc Clairmont : Oh no, no, of course. I do.
Armande Voizin : Neither do I. It's not that kind of poetry.
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Armande Voizin : [reading poetry to Luc] It's perfectly wretched, isn't it?
Luc Clairmont : Perfectly.
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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.
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Armande Voizin : I was out all night with him. We swam naked in the Tannes. At dawn, when I returned to my house, in my bed, my mother poked her head in and said, "Wake up sleepyhead." She had no idea I'd been gone.
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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.
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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.
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Armande Voizin : "Will she never have done, then, That ghoul queen of a million dead bodies? I see myself again, skin rotten with mud and pest, Worms in my armpits and in my hair." It's perfectly wretched, isn't it?
Luc Clairmont : Perfectly.
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Armande Voizin : If you want to blame someone, blame me. Corrupting him with cocoa.
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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.
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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.
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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?
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Armande Voizin : For God's sake, don't fuss. You'll ruin a perfectly decadent evening.