Chocolat

She: Do you like it? Taking your home with you wherever you go?

He: Yeah, why not? Your way must be harder, each time having to make a new home from scratch.

S: Well, maybe this time I'll get it right?

H: What do you mean?

S: Maybe I'll stay.

He smiles...

S: What? Don't you ever think about belonging somewhere?

H: The price is too high. You end up caring what people expect of you. No.

S: Is that so terrible? Having people expect something of you?

Hacer chocolates, o lo que sea. O aún mejor, vivir de la libreta y de los ojos, donde sea. Y quizá mi premio por valiente sea una noche con velas en un río o un hombre de cabello largo con el que me cruce cada verano, o cada seis meses... Me lo merezco...