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Chocolat (2000)

Actors: Alan C. Blomquist (producer), Carrie-Anne Moss (actress), Lena Olin (actress), Juliette Binoche (actress), John Wood (actor), Leslie Caron (actress), Judi Dench (actress), João Costa Menezes (actor), Alfred Molina (actor), Hugh O'Conor (actor), Johnny Depp (actor), Peter Stormare (actor), Hélène Cardona (actress), Bob Weinstein (producer), David Brown (producer),

Plot: When a single mother and her six-year-old daughter move to rural France and open a chocolate shop - with Sunday hours - across the street from the local church, they are met with some skepticism. But as soon as they coax the townspeople into enjoying their delicious products, they are warmly welcomed.

Keywords: 1950s, absent-father, abstinence, abusive-husband, aphrodisiac, apology, apothecary, arson, ashes, atheist
Genres: Drama, Romance,
Taglines: A comic fable from the director of "The Cider House Rules". One Taste Is All It Takes One taste is not enough What do you see? ...and the world is still indulging!

Quotes:

Roux: I'll come 'round sometime and get that squeak out of your door.

Serge: We are still married, in the eyes of God.::Josephine: Then He must be blind.

Vianne Rocher: 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.

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: 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?

Storyteller: Even the Comte de Reynaud felt strangely... released. Although it would take another six months for him to work up the courage to ask Caroline out to dinner.

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.

Storyteller: But still the clever north wind was not satisfied. It spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought...::[Vianne throws her mother's ashes to the wind]::Storyteller: ...By someone else, next time.

[Père Henri is singing "Hound Dog" while sweeping snow from the courtyard]::Comte de Reynaud: A new addition to the liturgy?