The Hundred-Foot Journey

& Officer: And why exactly are you leaving London?
Hassan: I found in England that the vegetables, they had no... Had no soul. No life.

& Papa: Wherever the family is, that is the home.

& Papa: Madame, asking for discount doesn’t mean I am poor. It means I am thrifty.

& Marguerite: In France, all that matters to a chef is the Michelin stars.
    Hassan: Michelin? I found a Michelin book in the kitchen.
    Marguerite: Yeah, that’s the bible. The stars are holy here. So, one is good, two is amazing, and three is... Three’s only for the gods.

& Hassan: We’re not visitors anymore, Mahira. This time we will not run. You know what they say. If you can’t beat them, join them.

& Madame Mallory: Sharp and cool and hot in the mouth, all at the same time. Do you know how long it takes chefs to learn that?

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& Papa: You deliberately seduced him! You seduced his mind, with your awful, tasteless, empty sauces! With your pitiful little squashed bits of garlic!
    Madame Mallory: That is called subtlety of flavor.
    Papa: It’s called meanness of spirit! If you have a spice, use it! Don’t sprinkle it. Spoon it in!

& Papa: Is he as good as I think he is?
    Madame Mallory: Better.

& Papa: They always call at 7:00?
    Madame Mallory: Yes.
    Papa: Always a Monday?
    Madame Mallory: Yes.
    Papa: Then they are bloody cruel to make you go through all this every year.
    Madame Mallory: Yes. Cruel. Like the gods.

& Hassan: Maybe brakes break for a reason...

& Papa: I’ll write him, it’s almost like having a girlfriend... Almost. What... What happened? I’m sorry. I said almost... Bloody crazy Frenchwoman!

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