Serge: We are still married, in the eyes of God.
Josephine: Then He must be blind.
Armande Voizin: Your cinnamon looks rancid.
Vianne Rocher: It's not cinnamon, it's a special kind of chili pepper.
Armande Voizin: Chili pepper in hot chocolate?
Vianne Rocher: Mm-hm. It'll give you a lift.
Vianne Rocher: 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 Rocher: Well, you've obviously never tried these.
Yvette Marceau: Do you have more of those bean thingies, please?
Vianne Rocher: 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.
Vianne Rocher: 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 Rocher: Joséphine? Come out here a minute. Let his radiance have a look at you.
[shows the Comte the ugly bruise on Joséphine's head]
Vianne Rocher: Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time.
Comte de Reynaud: I am so sorry. You should have come to me. Your husband will be made to repent for this.
Josephine: Tell him to repent on someone else's head.
Roux: Very good... but not my favorite.
Boy #1: I hear she's an atheist.
Boy #2: What's that?
Boy #1: I don't know.
Roux: I thought you'd never guess. My favourite - hot chocolate.
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.
Balkan: « You're privileged, Corso. Very few people have ever set foot in here. This is my private collection. Some bibliophiles specialize in Gothic novels, others in Books of Hours. All my own rare editions have the same protagonist: the Devil.
Ever heard of the 'Delomelanicon'?
Corso: Heard of it, yes. A myth, isn't it? Some horrific book reputed to have been written by Satan himself.
Balkan: No myth. That book existed.»
Pablo: « Books of this type often contain little puzzles.
Pedro: Especially in the case of such an illustrious collaborator.
Corso: Collaborator?
Pedro: Don't you see? Only seven of the engravings were signed by Aristide Torchia.
Corso: And the other two?
Pedro: This is one of them. Look.
Corso: (peers through the magnifying glass once more. We see the insert 'Invenit L.F.') 'L.F.'? Who's that?
Pedro: Think.
Corso: Lucifer?
Pedro: (he and Pablo chuckle heartily) You're a clever man, senor. Torchia was not alone when they burned him alive.
Corso: But that's absurd! You don't honestly believe...
Pedro: The man who wrote this did so in alliance with the Devil and went to the stake for it. Even Hell has its heroes, senor. »
Corso: « Hi. You didn't say you were bound for Sintra.
Girl: Neither did you.
Corso: What are you doing here?
Girl: Reading.
Corso: I can see that.
Girl: And bumping into people unexpectedly.
Corso: Unexpectedly is right.
Girl: Are you on a business trip? (indicates his shoulder bag) Is that why you always carry that thing around?
Corso: (doesn't answer, adjusts his glasses. He looks at the book she has. She hands it to him. We see the title: 'The Devil in Love' by Jacques Cazotte) You like Gothic novels?
Girl: I like books. I never travel without one.
Corso: Been traveling long?
Girl: Ages.
Corso: (eyes her, intrigued) You said you were a student?
Girl: Did I? (shrugs) So I am. In a way. »
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