![]() Luc: Don't worry so much about supposed to. Armande: If you had you would know there were supposed to be no gifts. Armande: The invitation said five o'clock. Serge: We are still married, in the eyes of God. Josephine: Tell him to repent on someone else's head. Your husband will be made to repent for this. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm? Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time. Vianne: Joséphine? Come out here a minute. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God. Is that true? Vianne: You make her sound like a fugitive. Reynaud: Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Vianne: Is that what you believe? Josephine: I know it. Vianne: Things could be different for you, Josephine. Vianne: Is that a promise? Roux: It's a guarantee. You and your truffles present a far lesser challenge.ĭialogue Roux: I should probably warn ya: you make friends with us, you make enemies with everyone else. The first Comte de Reynaud expelled all the radical Huguenots in this village. Comte de Reynaud: Let me try to put this into perspective for you.It spoke to Vianne of towns yet to be visited, friends in need yet to be discovered, battles yet to be fought. Storyteller: But still the clever north wind was not satisfied.Until, one winter day, a sly wind blew in from the North. So through good times and bad, famine and feast, the villagers held fast to their traditions. If perchance your hopes had been disappointed, you learned never to ask for more. In this village, if you saw something you weren't supposed to see, you learned to look the other way. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. Storyteller: Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in Tranquilité - Tranquility.that you want nothing more in your life than to serve your husband three meals a day, and give him children, and vacuum under his ass, then. dig your flowerbeds, or if you don't pretend, if you don't pretend. It's just not done, did you know that? If you don't go to confession, if you don't. we've got to measure goodness by what we embrace, what we create, and who we include. By what we deny ourselves, what we resist, and who we exclude. I think that we can't go around measuring our goodness by what we don't do. I mean, you know, how He lived His life, here on Earth. Do I want to speak of the miracle of Our Lord's divine transformation? Not really, no. I'm not sure what the theme of my homily today ought to be.The quiet man in the schoolyard, asking your children if he might join their game.and at times, the maker of sweet things, mere trifles, for what could seem more harmless, more innocent, than chocolate? ![]() At times, the author of a salacious novel. At times, he is the singer of a lurid song you hear on the radio. Can I interest you in some nipples of Venus? ![]()
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