The Serpent's Kiss (1997)

Ewan McGregor: Meneer Chrome

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Quotes 

• Madam Clevely : Any flowers?

  Chrome : This is an Anglo-Dutch garden, madam, with French influence. We have progressed from flowers. A garden is a celebration of art's triumph over nature.

  Fitzmaurice : We shall be the fucking flowers. We shall provide the color and scent as we walk among the gravel paths.

• Chrome : Thea! Please! Why won't you listen to me?

  Thea : Because you're saying nothing. Whisper your sweet nothings to my mother. She will hear you. I can't. Good-bye, Mr. Chrome, whoever you are.

• Chrome : Your servant.

  Thea : Your mistress.

• [Chrome and Juliana are talking in the hothouse at night] 

  Chrome : There will be flowers of brown and green and black.

  Juliana : Black?

  Chrome : The Larousse collection specializes in dark plants, often black. Primula Arricula. Canna Indica. Tulipfera Nigra. Anemone Atrocarrulea.

  Juliana : I would be unacceptable then in a Larousse collection.

  Chrome : Oh, I think you would be rare enough, exotic enough.

  Juliana : But my skin is white.

  Chrome : Completely white?

  Juliana : Completely.

  Chrome : No blemishes, no stains?

  [Juliana shakes her head "no."] 

  Chrome : But inside

  [Chrome licks his fingers and begins to put out the candles, one at a time] 

  Chrome : ... deep inside... there is a darkness.

  Juliana : I feel there is. I can't be sure. It would need an expert touch to discover and comfirm it.

  Chrome : Perhaps if Monsieur Larousse was here he would be able to verify.

  Juliana : But in the absence of Monsieur Larousse -...

  Chrome : I am not worthy.

  Juliana : And I might not always find it convenient to wait for the arrival of Monsieur Larousse. May I move now?

  [She flutters her fan, extinguishing the last candle] 

• Secretary : [on finding Thea in the carriage]  She can't come with us. She...

  [Chrome grabs him by the throat] 

  Chrome : You ever wonder what happened to the real Mynheer Chrome? Hmm?

• Smithers : Well, Chrome, shall we make the desert bloom?

  Chrome : First we must make the desert.

• Chrome : There's something missing.

  Smithers : Missing?

  Chrome : Yes.

  Smithers : The bills lack nothing. Nothing missing from the bills.

• Chrome : I want no more part of it.

  Fitzmaurice : For one who so enjoys outdoor activity, you are surprisingly unconcerned for your freedom.

• Chrome : You're sick, she's not. Heal your damn self!