Julia Child's story of her start in the cooking profession is intertwined with blogger Julie Powell's 2002 challenge to cook all the recipes in Child's first book.

Paul Child: [to Julia] You are the butter to my bread, you are the breath to my life.
[later echoed by Julie Powell to Eric Powell]
Paul Child: What is it you REALLY like to do?
Julia Child: Eat!
Julia Child: I'm Julia Child. Bon appetit!
Julia Child: These damn things are as hot as a stiff cock!
Julia Child: [on her book being published by Knopf] Is it kuh-NA-pf or NOFF?
Paul Child: Who cares!
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.
Julia Child: You and I are vaches enragées.
Simone Beck: That's exactly what we are. Mad cows.
[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.
[when Julie is eating her first egg]
Julie Powell: It tastes like... cheese sauce. Yum.
Simone Beck: What is marshmallow fluff?
Julia Child: If no one's in the kitchen, who's to see?
Eric Powell: Hey.
Julie Powell: Are you back? Please be back.
Eric Powell: [smiles] What's for dinner?
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.
Julie Powell: [sprawled on the floor, crying] There's all this stuff on the floor!
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.
Julia Child: Don't be afraid!
Paul Child: [after telling Julia that she should be on television, & she laughs] I'm not kidding you; I'm not. Someone is going to publish your book. Someone is going to read your book, and realize what you've done. Because YOUR BOOK is amazing. YOUR BOOK is a work of genius. YOUR BOOK is going to change the world.
Julie Powell: I love you, Julia.
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.
Julie Powell: I have to murder and dismember a crustacean
Paul Child: Your book is going to change the world.
Madame Brassart: Is it true you plan to teach?
Julia Child: Yes, we're going to teach Americans in Paris how to cook.
Madame Brassart: Madame Child, I must tell you, you have no real talent for cooking.
[Madame Brassart starts to laugh]
Madame Brassart: But the Americans will never know the difference.
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: [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.
John McWilliams: [about Dorothy's wedding to Ivan] I am not enthusiastic about this marriage.
Paul Child: Well, you weren't very enthusiastic about ours, either.

If you find QuotesGram website useful to you, please donate $10 to support the ongoing development work.