A Good Year (2006)

Max Skinner: You tried to drown me.
Fanny Chenal: And you tried to run me over in your little car.

Fanny Chenal: Do you know why I spent the night with you? So that now you have done what you came here to do, you will not return. For us there can be no future. There is certainty in that.

Uncle Henry Skinner: You'll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, can elicit great wisdom. Not least of which is, uh... how much more enjoyable it is to win. It's inevitable to lose now and again. The trick is not to make a habit of it.

Max Skinner: Morning lab rats.

Max Skinner: Look, I wasn't joking about what I said before about the wine they make here. It is not - I repeat, not - first class. Will that affect our price?
Charlie Willis: Well, how bad can it be?
Max Skinner: Uh, well, it gives you a blinding headache and it makes you angry... I can't imagine the damage a second sip might do.
Charlie Willis: Well, we'll just have to make sure our buyers don't know anything about wine. We'll concentrate on the Americans.

Francis Duflot: I cannot work with this woman! Jamais! Never! I love her, she is like Henry... with a nice ass.

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?

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.

Gemma: That's a lot of zeros Max.
Max Skinner: Or a partnership for life. My choice.
Gemma: Now you listen to mummy, Maxy. Partner, you're made for life. Sir Nigel didn't become a partner until he was 53 and look at him.
Max Skinner: Yeah. Look at him.

Max Skinner: Kenny, why don't you go and find some small animals to hurt? I know, find a poodle and punt it off the balcony.

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: I will explain you tonight.

Charlie Willis: What happened to the diving board?

Charlie Willis: Well this is a disaster. Mr Froggy Wine Man has just knocked a million off our sale price.

Max Skinner: Ludivine? Don't you think this is a bit much? I mean, she is my cousin.
Ludivine Duflot: Almost all French aristocrat have, how you say... liaison with their cousins, yes?

Charlie Willis: So the house is falling apart and vineyard makes undrinkable wine. Excellent.

Max Skinner: Joan of Arc?
Fanny Chenal: Oh. Jacques Cousteau.

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

Oenologue: It is completely dead. I would suggest growing potatoes or squash.

Gemma: Tosser.

Max Skinner: This place does not suit my life.
Fanny Chenal: No Max, it's your life that does not suit this place.