Madame Mallory Quotes in The Hundred-Foot Journey (2014)

Papa: She thinks she owns everybody in town. Do you hear me up there? I say no! Don't try to steal my children!

Madame Mallory: I will report you, Mr. Kadam, for making too much noise.

Papa: And I will report you for attempted child abduction!

Madame Mallory: Have you even asked the boy what he wants?

Papa: You deliberately seduced him!

Madame Mallory: [Scoffs]

Papa: 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!

Madame Mallory: What you do not seem to understand is that there is such a thing as enough. Enough is enough, arrêtez!

Papa: Yes, enough of you. Always up there like a queen or something. You tell him, it's "classical". What is "classical"?

Madame Mallory: "Classical" comes from the word "class". And that is what he will learn in my kitchen. He will learn how to cook with class.

Papa: Indian cannot become French, and the French cannot become Indian.

Madame Mallory: Mr. Kadam, I think I have just spent the whole day washing those words off your wall.

Madame Mallory: Do any of you know the words to the Marseillaise? Jean-Pierre?

Jean-Pierre: Of course. It's our national anthem.

Madame Mallory: Do you know all the words? "Ils viennent jusque dans vos bras. Égorger vos fils, vos compagnes!" "They come to slit the throats of our sons, our wives". Alors continuer Jean-Pierre.

Jean-Pierre: "Aux armes citoyens, formez vos bataillons, marchons".

Madame Mallory: And in English, so we can all understand?

Jean-Pierre: "To arms citizens, from your battalions, let us march. May their unpure blood..."

Madame Mallory: "Flow in our fields." And that is what it means to be French n'est-ce pas Jean-Pierre?

Jean-Pierre: Yes.

Madame Mallory: Well there are other ways to be French. Liberty. Equality. Fraternity.

Jean-Pierre: Why are you talking only to me?

Madame Mallory: Because you know who set the fire, don't you?

Jean-Pierre: Would you surrender to these invaders?

Madame Mallory: You tell your friends that these bombs have ended a war. They have brought peace. Bravo. You're a chef. I do not pay you to burn things. Take your knives and go.

Madame Mallory: What is this flavor that is fighting against the chicken ?

Hassan: I added some spices for flavor to the sauce, and coriander for garnish and freshness.

Madame Mallory: But why change a recipe that is 200 years old ?

Hassan: Because, madam, maybe 200 years is long enough.

Madame Mallory: Oh. Vous m'étonnez.

[Chuckles]

Madame Mallory: You have it. Hmm. Your pigeon had it, too.

Hassan: I know. I knew then, and I know now.

Madame Mallory: Arrogance.

Hassan: A chef must lead.

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? What will Papa say?

Papa: You want Hassan because you want another star for yourself, yes ?

Madame Mallory: Oh, yes. Yes, I will not lie. But I will also offer him a stepping stone to the world. He deserves it. He has a gift.

Papa: You are very stubborn.

[rooster crowing]

Papa: Oh, it's morning already.

[exhales]

Papa: A new dawn. So... How much will you pay him per week ?

Madame Mallory: 200 euro.

Papa: [chuckling] Now you are proving you are insane.

Madame Mallory: 250, plus food.

Papa: If you sit in cold all night, he's worth 600.

Madame Mallory: [scoffs] In your dreams.

Papa: 450, or I walk.

Madame Mallory: 320, but 350 after three month. Do we have a deal ?

Papa: No.

Hassan: Yes. We have a deal.

Papa: [speaking Hindi]

Hassan: Okay, relax, Papa.

Papa: What do you mean, "relax" ? Spoiled the whole game.

Madame Mallory: Papa, we have a deal.

Papa: Madame...