A Good Year

Uncle Henry Skinner:
You'll come to see that a man learns nothing from winning. The act of losing, however, can elicit great wisdom. Not least of which is, uh... how much more enjoyable it is to win. It's inevitable to lose now and again. The trick is not to make a habit of it.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
Once you find something good Max, you need to take care of it. You need to let it grow.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
[on the book Death in Venice] Given the title, I don't think you'll be surprised by the ending.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
Well done. Proves the adage that wisdom can be found in the most unlikely places.

Max Skinner:
Pardon my lips. They find joy in the most unusual places.

Max Skinner:
Boss, why do you keep calling me 'ALF?' Because, as you're an annoying little flunkie. As your boss and genetic superior, I can call you anything I want.

Max Skinner:
Oh Henry, Bloody Hell.

Max Skinner:
Admit it, Love, this is because I wouldn't shag you at the Christmas Party, isn't it?

Max Skinner:
The only thing right about your intelligence is that its all wrong. But you were always at the back of the Conga line.

Max Skinner:
'Fraid so - be in touch.

Max Skinner:
Real men don't play bridge.

Max Skinner:
I'll give you a tip Bert.Never pat a burning dog.

Max Skinner:
Kenny, I want the 10 year yield, I want the figures for the Andserson account and I want you to get your scrawny little backside out of my chair. Thank you.

Max Skinner:
MacDonalds is in Avignon, fish and chips in Marseille. Allez.

Max Skinner:
Morning lab rats.

Max Skinner:
Kenny, why don't you go and find some small animals to hurt? I know, find a poodle and punt it off the balcony.

Max Skinner:
I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess, some short-tempered jealousy on the side, and a bottle of wine that tastes like you, a glass that's never empty.

Max Skinner:
Francis, I'm a banker. I have no imagination.

Max Skinner:
Such a lovely tie. Do tell your mother I admire her taste.

Max Skinner:
[ To Fanny Chenal ] Hello. Oh no, don't worry about me. I'm...I'm the pool man. I do this every Thursday, its just routine maintenance. Its been lovely chatting to you. And,and you are a spectacular vision... Any chance for a rope or a ladder ?

Max Skinner:
Uh, yes. I'm the temporary custodian of the lime green roller skate, but its a hired car, a rental. Its not for sale.

Max Skinner:
What is it, Major Lawrence, that attracts you, personally, to the desert?... Its clean. I like it because its clean !

Max Skinner:
I'm more of a cognac drinker.I'm too impatient to be a wine lover.If I'm gonna get drunk, I don't want to spend all night doing it.

Max Skinner:
[getting in the wrong side of the car] Bollocks!

Uncle Henry Skinner:
[bringing out two bottles of wine] I thought, as it's your last night here, it only appropriate that we open something extra special.

Young Max:
[pointing to one of the bottles] Bandol.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
Excellent choice. Tempier Bandol, 1969, the kind of wine that'll pickle even the toughest of men. I once saw a Castilian prizefighter collapse in a heap after drinking just a single glass. Perhaps my knee landing squarely in his testicles may have been partly to blame... What was I talking about before?

Young Max:
You said the importance of a good blue suit can never be overstated.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
Quite right. A blue suit is the most versatile of accoutrements. More important than the suit itself, is the man who fits it for you. Once you find a good tailor, you must never give his name away - not even under the threat of bodily harm.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
Max, have I told you why I enjoy making wine so much?

Young Max:
You don't make the wine, Uncle Henry - that guy Duflot does.

Uncle Henry Skinner:
[reproachfully] In France it's always the landowner who makes the wine, even though he does nothing more than supervise with binoculars from the comfort of his study. No, I enjoy making wine, because this sublime nectar is quite simply incapable of lying. Picked too early, picked too late, it matters not - the wine will always whisper into your mouth with complete, unabashed honesty every time you take a sip.

Fanny Chenal:
[Fanny approaches a customer who is behind a raised newspaper] Bonjour. Vous avez choisi?

Max Skinner:
[lowers newspaper] I think so.

Fanny Chenal:
[recognizing him] You sure you don't need more time?

Max Skinner:
No, I know what I want.

Fanny Chenal:
You're sure?

Max Skinner:
Absolutely.

Fanny Chenal:
So, what is it to be?

Max Skinner:
How's the soup?

Fanny Chenal:
The soup is finished.

Max Skinner:
Like my job... The fish?

Fanny Chenal:
We've run out.

Max Skinner:
That's like me with excuses.

Fanny Chenal:
Don't waste my time. Choose something we have.

Max Skinner:
I would like a lifetime spent with an irrational and suspicious goddess, some short-tempered jealousy on the side, and a bottle of wine that tastes like you, a glass that's never empty. [they kiss]

Max Skinner:
This place does not suit my life.

Fanny Chenal:
No Max, it's your life that does not suit this place.

Gemma:
Max Skinner's phone?

Kimberly:
Hi, it's Kimberly. Is Max there?

Gemma:
Just one moment. [to Max] It's Kimberly?

[Max does the "cut off" sign]

Gemma:
Sorry Kimberly, Max isn't here right now.

Kimberly:
Where is he?

Gemma:
Max and his fiancée are at their wedding rehearsal today.

[Max gives Gemma the thumbs up]

Kimberly:
Their what?

Gemma:
Would you like to leave a message?

Kimberly:
No I wouldn't!

The whole blue suit soliloquy. I have three grandsons who know that by heart.