The Serpent's Kiss (1997)
Greta Scacchi: Juliana
Juliana : You can't swim. I suppose you could drown, though. Anybody can do that. Even on dry land.
[Chrome and Juliana are talking in the hothouse at night]
Chrome : There will be flowers of brown and green and black.
Juliana : Black?
Chrome : The Larousse collection specializes in dark plants, often black. Primula Arricula. Canna Indica. Tulipfera Nigra. Anemone Atrocarrulea.
Juliana : I would be unacceptable then in a Larousse collection.
Chrome : Oh, I think you would be rare enough, exotic enough.
Juliana : But my skin is white.
Chrome : Completely white?
Juliana : Completely.
Chrome : No blemishes, no stains?
[Juliana shakes her head "no."]
Chrome : But inside
[Chrome licks his fingers and begins to put out the candles, one at a time]
Chrome : ... deep inside... there is a darkness.
Juliana : I feel there is. I can't be sure. It would need an expert touch to discover and comfirm it.
Chrome : Perhaps if Monsieur Larousse was here he would be able to verify.
Juliana : But in the absence of Monsieur Larousse -...
Chrome : I am not worthy.
Juliana : And I might not always find it convenient to wait for the arrival of Monsieur Larousse. May I move now?
[She flutters her fan, extinguishing the last candle]