A Good Year (2006)

Didier Bourdon: Francis Duflot

Quotes 

• Francis Duflot : You know what Proust said. Leave pretty women to men without imagination.

  Max Skinner : Francis, I'm a banker. I have no imagination.

• Ludivine Duflot : Papa still speaks Provencal, you know?

  Francis Duflot : Oh, but very few still understand it. It's now exclusively practiced by poets and sodomites.

  Ludivine Duflot : Hmm... what a "sodomite" is, by the way?

  Francis Duflot : I will explain you tonight.

• Max Skinner : [points to his shirt]  Fred Perry.

  Francis Duflot : [points to his cap]  René Lacoste.

• Francis Duflot : You are now the town hero, for making her show her derriere.

  [to Max] 

• Christie Roberts : I spend summers working in a vineyard in California.

  Francis Duflot : [Chuckles]  In California, they don't make wine. They make Hawaiian Punch.

• Francis Duflot : Francis Duflot, vigneron.

  Christie Roberts : Christie Roberts, illegitimate daughter.

• Francis Duflot : I cannot work with this woman! Jamais! Never! I love her, she is like Henry... with a nice ass.

• Francis Duflot : [Offering his hand]  A Frenchman's hand is his word... Concord?

  Max Skinner : [Reluctantly shaking hands]  An Englishman's word is his bond... Deal.

  Max Skinner : [Walking away, muttering]  Frog toss-pot!

  Francis Duflot : [Walking away, muttering]  English prick!

• Francis Duflot : [Bringing out a special bottle of wine]  C'est "Le Coin Perdu"... it's a local vin de garage.

  Max Skinner : [confused]  "Vin de garage"?

  Christie Roberts : It's a "garage wine." Like a boutique wine. Small vineyards, small productions - *seriously* big prices.

  Francis Duflot : [dismissively]  It's overrated.

  Christie Roberts : It didn't say that on the Web. Turns out "Le Coin Perdu" is a Provencal legend. It changes hands among collectors, but nobody knows who makes it.

• Francis Duflot : In California, they don't make wine, they make Hawaiian Punch.

  Christie Roberts : Mondavi might argue with that one.

• Francis Duflot : [Presenting various home-cooked dishes at the dinner gathering]  ... and finally, civette of wild boar, marinated in red wine, and blood pressed from the carcass.

  Max Skinner : Why would you have it any other way?