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: What do you see in it? Armande Voizin
: Not a damned thing. Vianne Rocher
: Come on, it's a game. What do you see? Armande Voizin
: I see a cranky old woman too tired to play games. Vianne Rocher
: Hmm. I've got just the thing for you.
: 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 Rocher
: Yours, actually. Is the light okay where she's sitting?
: 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.
: 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 Rocher
: That brings me to number two. It is my duty to announce, that there is no dessert here tonight.
[guests sound disappointed
] Vianne Rocher
: Because it's on Roux's boat.
] Armande Voizin
: Any complaints, see me.
: Your cinnamon looks rancid. Vianne Rocher
: Well, it's not cinnamon, it's a special kind of chili pepper. Armande Voizin
: Chili pepper in hot chocolate? Psh. Vianne Rocher
: Mm-hm. It'll give you a lift.
: 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.
: [reading poetry to Luc
] It's perfectly wretched, isn't it? Luc Clairmont
: [entering the new chocolate shop
] What's the décor, early Mexican brothel?
: 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.