Francis Duflot Quotes in A Good Year (2006)

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.

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

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

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: Ah, we'll explain you tonight.

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: 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.

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: [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: You are now the town hero, for making her show her derriere.

[to Max]

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?

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

Christie Roberts: Mondavi might argue with that one.