Julie Powell Quotes in Julie & Julia (2009)

[when Julie is eating her first egg]

Julie Powell: It tastes like... cheese sauce. Yum.

[Julie enters a blog about butter]

Julie Powell: I cooked artichokes with hollandaise sauce which is melted butter that's been whipped into a frenzy with egg yolks until it's died and gone to heaven, and let me say this: is there anything better than butter? Think it over: every time you taste something that's delicious beyond imagining and you say, "What is in this?", the answer is always going to be, Butter. The day there's a meteorite heading toward the earth and we have thirty days to live, I am going to spend it eating butter. Here's my final words on the subject, you can never have too much, butter.

Julie Powell: [voiceover, blogging] Last night, our sleep machine, the one we have by our bed to drown out the noise of freight trucks rumbling past our apartment, was speaking to me. And it was saying, lobster killer. Lobster killer, lobster killer, lobster killer.

Julie Powell: [about Julia] I have conversations with her while I'm cooking. And I feel like she is there with me in the kitchen.

Amanda Hesser: She's like your imaginary friend.

Julie Powell: [grins] Yes.

Julie Powell: [listening to messages on her answering machine] Eric, I'm going to be a writer!

Eric Powell: [correcting her] You ARE a writer.

Julie Powell: [sprawled on the floor, crying] There's all this stuff on the floor!

Julie Powell: [voiceover, blogging] 353 days to go. A horrible day at work. An old grandma who looked as if she wouldn't harm a fly called me a pencil-pushing capitalist dupe. But then I came home and cooked chicken with cream, mushrooms and port, and it was total bliss.

Julie Powell: Do you really think I'm a bitch?

Sarah: Well, yeah.

Julie Powell: I know.

Sarah: But who isn't?

Julie Powell: Julia.

Eric Powell: Hey.

Julie Powell: Are you back? Please be back.

Eric Powell: [smiles] What's for dinner?

Eric Powell: [about Julia] Look, there's something wrong with her if she doesn't get what you're doing.

Julie Powell: There's nothing wrong with her. Nothing. I spent a year with her. She's perfect.

Eric Powell: The Julia Child in your head is perfect. The Julia Child that doesn't understand what you're doing is not perfect. The one in your head is the one that matters.

Eric Powell: On the bright side, more stew for us.

Julie Powell: Just for once, could you not look on the bright side?

Julie Powell: [about Julia Child] She saved me.

Eric Powell: You saved yourself.

Julie Powell: I was drowning and she pulled me out of the ocean.

Eric Powell: Don't get carried away.

[Julie smiles]

Julie Powell: I have to murder and dismember a crustacean

Julie Powell: She changed everything. Before her, it was frozen food and can openers and marshmallows.

Eric Powell: Don't knock marshmallows.

[Julie smiles]

Sarah: [voiceover, blogging] Yesterday, I poached an egg. It seemed like the perfect thing to do on perhaps the second worst workday in recorded history.

Sarah: Explain to me how you've never eaten an egg in your whole life ?

Julie Powell: I've had eggs in, like, cakes, never had an "egg" egg. I was a very willful child. It's simmering.

[voiceover, blogging]

Julie Powell: I had this notion, God knows why, that poaching eggs would be simple.

[Julie breaks an egg]

Julie Powell: But I was deeply wrong.

Sarah: [Sarah read the cookbook] "Immediately and gently push the while over the yolk with a wooden spoon for two or three seconds." Immediately.

Julie Powell: [Julia stirs but without success] Yurk, disgusting!

Sarah: Oh, maybe the eggs aren't fresh. Julia says the eggs have to be fresh.

Julie Powell: They are fresh.

Sarah: Okay, You don't have to bite my head off. I'm just quoting Julia.

Julie Powell: [voiceover, blogging] It took three of us, crammed into the kitchen over a pot of simmering water, but, enventually, we nailed it.

Sarah: Hello

Julie Powell: Welcome.

Eric Powell: How cute is that ?

Julie Powell: I love you, Julia.