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Comte de Reynaud: [forcing Serge into the confessional] He is ready. PÃ¨re Henri: But confession must be made in the spirit of contrition. Comte de Reynaud: [pulling open the curtain] You, have you come in the spirit of contrition? Serge: Contrition... yes contrition, Comte de Reynaud: [shutting curtain] He is ready.

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Comte de Reynaud: [forcing Serge into the confessional] He is ready. PÃ¨re Henri: But confession must be made in the spirit of contrition. Comte de Reynaud: [pulling open the curtain] You, have you come in the spirit of contrition? Serge: Contrition... yes contrition, Comte de Reynaud: [shutting curtain] He is ready.

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Play Comte de Reynaud: [forcing Serge into the confessional] He is ready. PÃ¨re Henri: But confession must be made in the spirit of contrition. Comte de Reynaud: [pulling open the curtain] You, have you come in the spirit of contrition? Serge: Contrition... yes contrition, Comte de Reynaud: [shutting curtain] He is ready.

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Armande Voizin: [entering the new chocolate shop] What's the dÃ©cor, early Mexican brothel?

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Armande Voizin: [entering the new chocolate shop] What's the dÃ©cor, early Mexican brothel?

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PÃ¨re Henri: [hearing confession] What else? Guillaume Blerot: Impure thoughts. The woman who runs the chocolaterie... PÃ¨re Henri: Vianne Rocher? Guillaume Blerot: She suggested I buy chocolate sea shells for the widow Audel. And, well... I guess that got me to thinking, about the widow Audel. PÃ¨re Henri: At her age? At *your* age? Guillaume Blerot: Yes, and yes.

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PÃ¨re Henri: [hearing confession] What else? Guillaume Blerot: Impure thoughts. The woman who runs the chocolaterie... PÃ¨re Henri: Vianne Rocher? Guillaume Blerot: She suggested I buy chocolate sea shells for the widow Audel. And, well... I guess that got me to thinking, about the widow Audel. PÃ¨re Henri: At her age? At *your* age? Guillaume Blerot: Yes, and yes.

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Play PÃ¨re Henri: [hearing confession] What else? Guillaume Blerot: Impure thoughts. The woman who runs the chocolaterie... PÃ¨re Henri: Vianne Rocher? Guillaume Blerot: She suggested I buy chocolate sea shells for the widow Audel. And, well... I guess that got me to thinking, about the widow Audel. PÃ¨re Henri: At her age? At *your* age? Guillaume Blerot: Yes, and yes.

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[PÃ¨re Henri is singing "Hound Dog" while sweeping snow from the courtyard] Comte de Reynaud: A new addition to the liturgy?

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[PÃ¨re Henri is singing "Hound Dog" while sweeping snow from the courtyard] Comte de Reynaud: A new addition to the liturgy?

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Play [PÃ¨re Henri is singing "Hound Dog" while sweeping snow from the courtyard] Comte de Reynaud: A new addition to the liturgy?

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Comte de Reynaud: Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Is that true? Vianne Rocher: You make her sound like a fugitive. Comte de Reynaud: She *is* a fugitive. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God. Vianne Rocher: JosÃ©phine? Come out here a minute. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm? [shows the Comte the ugly bruise on JosÃ©phine's forehead] Vianne Rocher: Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time. Comte de Reynaud: I am truly sorry. You...

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Comte de Reynaud: Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Is that true? Vianne Rocher: You make her sound like a fugitive. Comte de Reynaud: She *is* a fugitive. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God. Vianne Rocher: JosÃ©phine? Come out here a minute. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm? [shows the Comte the ugly bruise on JosÃ©phine's forehead] Vianne Rocher: Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time. Comte de Reynaud: I am truly sorry. You...

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Play Comte de Reynaud: Rumor has it you are harbouring Madame Muscat. Is that true? Vianne Rocher: You make her sound like a fugitive. Comte de Reynaud: She *is* a fugitive. From her marriage vows, which have been sanctified by God. Vianne Rocher: JosÃ©phine? Come out here a minute. Let His Radiance have a look at you, hm? [shows the Comte the ugly bruise on JosÃ©phine's forehead] Vianne Rocher: Is that sanctified enough for you? It's not the first time. Comte de Reynaud: I am truly sorry. You...

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Where are you from. Well we lived in Andalucia for a while. Let me see Before that Vienna. and before that Athens Pavia. Pantoufle hated it there. Pantoufle is her kangaroo. But he can't hop. Bad leg War injury huh.

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Where are you from. Well we lived in Andalucia for a while. Let me see Before that Vienna. and before that Athens Pavia. Pantoufle hated it there. Pantoufle is her kangaroo. But he can't hop. Bad leg War injury huh.

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Play Where are you from. Well we lived in Andalucia for a while. Let me see Before that Vienna. and before that Athens Pavia. Pantoufle hated it there. Pantoufle is her kangaroo. But he can't hop. Bad leg War injury huh.

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[first lines] Storyteller: Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in TranquilitÃ© - Tranquility. [Sunday morning congregation sings] Storyteller: If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. [wife kicks sleeping husband in pew] Father Henri: The season of Lent is upon us. This is of course a time of...

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[first lines] Storyteller: Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in TranquilitÃ© - Tranquility. [Sunday morning congregation sings] Storyteller: If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. [wife kicks sleeping husband in pew] Father Henri: The season of Lent is upon us. This is of course a time of...

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Play [first lines] Storyteller: Once upon a time, there was a quiet little village in the French countryside, whose people believed in TranquilitÃ© - Tranquility. [Sunday morning congregation sings] Storyteller: If you lived in this village, you understood what was expected of you. You knew your place in the scheme of things. And if you happened to forget, someone would help remind you. [wife kicks sleeping husband in pew] Father Henri: The season of Lent is upon us. This is of course a time of...

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Play I heard she was some kind of radical.

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I heard she's an atheist. What's that. Don't know.

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I heard she's an atheist. What's that. Don't know.

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And these are for your husband. unrefined coco nips from Guatemala to awaken the passions You've obviously never met my husband. You've obviously never tried these.

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And these are for your husband. unrefined coco nips from Guatemala to awaken the passions You've obviously never met my husband. You've obviously never tried these.

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Play And these are for your husband. unrefined coco nips from Guatemala to awaken the passions You've obviously never met my husband. You've obviously never tried these.