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Julie & Julia

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]

[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.

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.

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: [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.

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: [narrating] I'm probably the only American I know in Paris who thinks shopping for food is as *much* fun as buying a dress. Course, you'd think so too if you lived in a country where absolutely *nothing* comes in my size.

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: [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.

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: She changed everything. Before her, it was frozen food and can openers and marshmallows.
Eric Powell: Don't knock marshmallows.
[Julie smiles]

Sarah: [voiceover, blogging] Yesterday, I poached an egg. It seemed like the perfect thing to do on perhaps the second worst workday in recorded history.
Sarah: Explain to me how you've never eaten an egg in your whole life ?
Julie Powell: I've had eggs in, like, cakes, never had an "egg" egg. I was a very willful child. It's simmering.
[voiceover, blogging]
Julie Powell: I had this notion, God knows why, that poaching eggs would be simple.
[Julie breaks an egg]
Julie Powell: But I was deeply wrong.
Sarah: [Sarah read the cookbook] "Immediately and gently push the while over the yolk with a wooden spoon for two or three seconds." Immediately.
Julie Powell: [Julia stirs but without success] Yurk, disgusting!
Sarah: Oh, maybe the eggs aren't fresh. Julia says the eggs have to be fresh.
Julie Powell: They are fresh.
Sarah: Okay, You don't have to bite my head off. I'm just quoting Julia.
Julie Powell: [voiceover, blogging] It took three of us, crammed into the kitchen over a pot of simmering water, but, enventually, we nailed it.
Sarah: Hello
Julie Powell: Welcome.
Eric Powell: How cute is that ?

Julia Child: I had such a horrible time converting these recipes from the metric system.
Louisette Bertholle: Measurements do not matter.
Julia Child: Oh, but they do! They absolutely do!

Julia Child: Avis said she'd be here. Even if we were late.
Simone Beck: Well, if she's not here, we can take a taxi. They probably have taxis in Boston.

Julie Powell: [sprawled on the floor, crying] There's all this stuff on the floor!

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