Chocolat Page #2

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Come in, please, where it's warm.

Try this.

I bet you've never had hot chocolate...

made from a 2,000-year-old recipe.

Thank you, but no. Luc.

CAROLINE:
No.

WOMAN:
What's this?

What do you see, Madame, in this?

Sorry?

VIANNE:
What does it look like to you?

Just say the first thing that comes into your mind.

WOMAN:
Um...

A woman riding a wild horse?

Ha!

-Ooh! -Oh, silly answer.

Oh, no. There are no silly answers.

The pepper triangle, that's for you.

A tiny hint of chili pepper...

VIANNE:
to play against the sweetness.

Tangy, adventurous.

What do you see?

I see teeth.

LUC:
I see blood...

and a skull.

Very dark.

VIANNE:
Bitter chocolate. That's your favorite.

CAROLINE:
Which will have to wait five weeks more.

Lent. Thank you.

We must run along. It's been nice to meet you.

My pleasure.

ANOUK:
Pantoufle, come on! Pirate attack!

WOMAN:
How much are those chili things, please?

VIANNE:
4.50 a box.

Could you put a ribbon on it?

Mm-hmm.

WOMAN:
Then I can pretend they are from my husband.

Of course.

[Woman laughing]

[Whispering]

WOMAN:
Josephine Muscat.

She waltzes to her own tune.

And these are for your husband...

unrefined coco nips from Guatemala...

to awaken the passions.

Ha!

You've obviously never met my husband.

You've obviously never tried these.

[Snoring]

[Music plays on radio]

Don't be pathetic.

[Kids shouting]

[Kids shouting and laughing]

[Door opens]

CAROLINE:
Luc.

You've got a tiny error in problem six... Oh!

Luc! Oh.

It's nothing.

It already stopped.

Mother, the new teacher...

wants us to correct our own mistakes.

I didn't tell you how to correct the mistake...

I just told you that you made one.

[Knock on door]

[Moaning]

[Footsteps]

WOMAN:
Not hungry, Monsieur le Comte?

The Lenten fast, Madame Rivet.

Are you not supposed to eat something?

It's all right. Leave it.

[Whispering]

VIANNE:
Hello.

May I help you?

It's expensive. I don't waste money.

I have a knack for guessing people's favorites.

These are your favorites. Am I right?

VIANNE:
On the house.

I think I'd better... [Mumbling]

WOMAN:
Well...

SECOND WOMAN:
This certainly is different.

THIRD WOMAN:
Yes. Very different.

WOMAN:
Look at that.

[Dog barks]

WOMAN:
Oh!

Oh. I'm so sorry.

Bonjour, Monsieur Blerot.

Bonjour, Madame Audel.

[Dog barking]

GUILLAUME:
No. Not that way, Charly.

Come on.

Come in! Please.

Come on, boy.

I've got something for you.

VIANNE:
What's your name?

GUILLAUME:
Charly. He's fourteen years old.

That's ninety-eight in human years.

No, I meant your name.

Oh! Guillaume Blerot.

You're very kind.

He has so few pleasures left.

Would you care...

VIANNE:
Would you care to buy...

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