"[first sermon, written by Comte de Reynaud] Satan wears many guises. At times, he is the singer of a lurid song you hear on the radio. At times, the author of a salacious novel. The quiet man in the schoolyard, asking your children if he might join their game...and at times, the maker of sweet things, mere trifles, for what could seem more harmless, more innocent, than chocolate?"

"[Easter service, improvised] I'm not sure what the theme of my homily today ought to be. Do I want to speak of the miracle of Our Lord's divine transformation? Not really, no. I don't want to talk about His divinity. I'd rather talk about His humanity. I mean, you know, how He lived His life, here on Earth. His kindness, His tolerance... Listen, here's what I think. I think that we can't go around measuring our goodness by what we don't do. By what we deny ourselves, what we resist, and who we exclude. I think... we've got to measure goodness by what we embrace, what we create, and who we include."

"[to Vianne] You don't misbehave here. It's just not done, did you know that? If you don't go to confession, if you don't... dig your flowerbeds, or if you don't pretend, if you don't pretend... that you want nothing more in your life than to serve your husband three meals a day, and give him children, and vacuum under his ass, then... then you're... then you're crazy."

"[after knocking her abusive husband Serge unconscious with a skillet] Who says I can't use a skillet?"

"Storyteller: [first lines] Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in Tranquilité - Tranquility. If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. In this village, if you saw something you weren't supposed to see, you learned to look the other way. If perchance your hopes had been disappointed, you learned never to ask for more. So through good times and bad, famine and feast, the villagers held fast to their traditions. Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North..."

"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] By someone else, next time."

"Comte de Reynaud: [to Vianne] Let me try to put this into 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."

"What do you see?"

"One Taste Is All It Takes"

"One taste is not enough."

"Juliette Binoche - Vianne Rocher"

"Johnny Depp - Roux"

"Judi Dench - Armande"

"Alfred Molina - Comte de Reynaud"

"Leslie Caron - Madame Audel"

"Victoire Thivisol - Anouk"

"Carrie-Anne Moss - Caroline Clairmont"

"Antonio Gil Martinez - Jean-Marc Drou"

"Helene Cardona - Francoise Drou"

"Hugh O'Conor - Father Père Henri"

"Harrison Pratt - Dedou Drou"

"Gaelan Connell - Didi Drou"

"Lena Olin - Josephine Muscat"

"Elisabeth Commelin - Yvette Marceau"

"Peter Stormare - Serge Muscat"

"Ron Cook - Alphonse Marceau"

"Aurélien Parent-Koenig - Luc Clairmont"

"John Wood - Guillaume Blerot"

"Małgorzata Zajączkowska - Mrs. Mueller"

"If the broom fits, ride it!"

"I like you, Lois. You're like a man. You think with your nuts."

"Even Dumbo flew without his feather."

"This is nutty... hazelnutty."

"A bewitching romance."

"Magic opened up their hearts... Love did the rest."

"Sarah Michelle Gellar - Amanda Shelton"

"Sean Patrick Flannery - Tom Bartlett"

"Patricia Clarkson - Lois McNally"

"Dylan Baker - Jonathan Bendel"

"Christopher Durang - Gene O'Reilly"

"Larry Gilliard Jr. - Nolan Traynor"

"Betty Buckley - Aunt Stella"

"Amanda Peet - Chris"

"It's like riding a bicycle. The first nine times you fall off but the tenth time you can go on for miles."

"Dear Baby: If I was writing you a letter, it would probably sounds something like an apology. I know everyone deserves a mama who'd want a nice baby such as yourself... who was also a good wife, a fine member of a society. And I can't rightly say that I'm any of that. And I'm not sure the world is scuh a fine place to bringing you. Many of the people I've met are not worth meeting. Many of the things that happened are not worth living through. And you shouldn't take it personal, Baby... if I don't seem like all the other mama-to-be, jumping all over themselves with joy. I frankly don't know what I got to give you, Baby. What if I leave Earl, and don't win that contest next week, and don't have money? What the hell am I gonna give you then? All my life, Baby, the only thing I wanna do is run away. What kind of mama is that? I wish I could think other things, Baby, like excitement that you with me now... or faith that I'll be a good mama... even if my life ain't such a good place, and the world as I see it ain't so pretty like they'd have you believe in this book. Anyway, writing this letter to you, sounds more like a letter writing to me, don't it? Love, Mama."

"Why did I get drunk? I do stupid things when I'm drunk... like sleep with my husband!"

"Dear damn baby, If you ever want to know the story of how we bought your damn crib, I will tell you. Your crib was bought with the money that was supposed to buy me a new life. Every time I lay you down in that damn crib, I'm gonna think, 'Damn baby. Damn Crib. Me stuck like a pin in this damn life.'"

"[to Dawn] If I had a penny for everything I love about you, I would have many pennies."