Chocolat is a 2000 film based on the novel Chocolat by Joanne Harris. Adapted by screenwriter Robert Nelson Jacobs, Chocolat tells the story of a young mother, played by Juliette Binoche, who arrives at the fictional, repressed French village of Lansquenet-sous-Tannes with her six-year-old daughter and opens La Chocolaterie Maya, a small chocolaterie. Her chocolate quickly begins to change the lives of the townspeople.
- Satan wears many guises at times the maker of sweet things, mere trifles, for what could seem more harmless, more innocent, than chocolate?
Comte de Reynaud
- Let me put this in perspective for you. The first Comte de Reynaud expelled all the radical Huguenots in this village. You and your truffles present a far lesser challenge.
- Serge: We are still married, in the eyes of God.
- Josephine: Then He must be blind.
- Vianne Rocher: What do you see?
- 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: Oh. I've got just the thing for you.
- Père Henri: [hearing confession] What else?
- Guillaume Blerot: Impure thoughts. The woman who runs the chocolaterie...
- Père Henri: Vianne Rocher?
- Guillaume Blerot: She suggested I buy chocolate sea shells for the widow Audel. And, well... I guess that got me to thinking, about the widow Audel.
- Père Henri: At her age? At your age?
- Guillaume Blerot: Yes, and yes.
- Luc Clairmont: [at confession] Each time I tell myself it's the last time, but then I get a whiff of her hot chocolate, or...
- Madame Audel: ...Seashells. Chocolate seashells, so small, so plain, so *innocent*. I thought, oh, just one little taste, it can't do any harm. But it turned out they were filled with rich, sinful...
- Yvette Marceau: ...And it *melts*, God forgive me, it melts ever so slowly on your tongue, and tortures you with pleasure.
- Luc Clairmont: Grandmère, 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 OK where she's sitting?
- Luc Clairmont: Happy birthday, Grandmère.
- 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.