Ewan McGregor credited as playing...
Meneer Chrome
- 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 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]
- Chrome: I want no more part of it.
- Fitzmaurice: For one who so enjoys outdoor activity, you are surprisingly unconcerned for your freedom.