The Hundred-Foot Journey Quotes
The Kadam family leaves India for France where they open a restaurant directly across the road from Madame Mallory's Michelin-starred eatery.
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: 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: 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?
[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?
Hassan: [narrating] And my mother was my instructor.
Mama: The sea urchins taste of life, don't you think ? Life has its own flavor. Hidden in that shell, raw, beautiful life.
Hassan: [narrating] It was an education for all of the senses.
Mama: But to cook, you must kill. You make ghosts. You cook to make ghosts. Spirits that live on in every ingredient.
Hassan: [narrating] But mostly, I was taught.
Hassan: [Slurping] How to taste.
Mama: Can you taste them?
Mama: The sea urchins taste of life, don't you think ? Life has its own flavor. Hidden in that shell, raw, beautiful life.
Hassan: [narrating] It was an education for all of the senses.
Mama: But to cook, you must kill. You make ghosts. You cook to make ghosts. Spirits that live on in every ingredient.
Hassan: [narrating] But mostly, I was taught.
Hassan: [Slurping] How to taste.
Mama: Can you taste them?
