Christie Roberts Quotes in A Good Year (2006)

Christie Roberts: Thanks a million, Maximilian.

Charlie Willis: I nursed you through second degree burns. My fingers are damaged.

Christie Roberts: Frostbitten

Charlie Willis: Like your heart.

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.

Christie Roberts: I love your accent.

Charlie Willis: I love your bum.

Francis Duflot: Francis Duflot, vigneron.

Christie Roberts: Christie Roberts, illegitimate daughter.

Christie Roberts: That's what people want. Not some wimpy wine from Luberon.

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.

Christie Roberts: Are your memories of my father good?

Max Skinner: No they are extraordinary. My uncle loved women, although no one for a long time, and he never married. He loved England, yet lived in France. He was an adventurer, yet all my memories take place within 100 steps of this spot.

Max Skinner: [Upon first encountering Christie, at the door] The only country that issues teeth like that is America.

Christie Roberts: Oh... you speak English.

Max Skinner: Like a native.

Christie Roberts: Huh! Back in Napa, we're known to gargle and spit on occasion.

Max Skinner: Well, well. Guess who knows a thing or two about wine?

Christie Roberts: Did you know that dad mixed a martini for Winston Churchill? He also danced a waltz with Amelia Earhart in 1975.

Max Skinner: Well, considering that Amelia Earhart died in the 1930's, that's a perfect example of the type of exaggerator Uncle Henry was. Want to know the real Uncle Henry? Not the one your overactive imagination is manufacturing? The *real* Henry Skinner was a man so afraid of committing to the real world, that he retreated from life to drink and shag his way to a lonely and loveless end.

Christie Roberts: [Speaking to Max] If this place meant as much to him as I believe it did, you're worse than I thought for even *thinking* about selling it... I'll leave tomorrow.

Christie Roberts: Max, all I want is to learn about my father. This is my chance to find out who made me and... I don't care if you believe me or not.

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

Christie Roberts: Mondavi might argue with that one.