Netflix original drama Emily In Paris dropped its second season December 12, 2021.
#EmilyinParis2 has been renewed for 3rd and 4th seasons.
rottentomatoes: 64%
metacritic: 58
imdb: 7.0
emmys: 2 nominations
Emily Cooper
Emily Cooper makes partner at her marketing firm Savoir outside of Paris, France.
“I love it! Wow. You’re really covering all your bases, and then some. No, but maybe a friend. Camille. I haven’t spoken to her since Gabriel told me he was staying in Paris, and now I have to go to Savoir to meet with her about her family champagne. Yeah… um, here’s the thing. When I went to say goodbye to Gabriel, it somehow turned into the most incredible night of sex that I have ever had in my entire life! No! I thought that I was never gonna see him again. It’s like I came to PAris, and suddenly I’m Pam Spicer. Just this girl from Chicago who’d get really drunk and then hit on everyone’s boyfriends. Yeah, it was like kind of a joke, until it wasn’t. After the other night, I’m not so sure. Yeah…” — Emily Cooper
“Wow. You’re taking the name down already. What are you gonna call it? Gabriel, I’m meeting with Camille at Savoir today. What have you told her? And I’m staying in Paris, thanks to a job. For a year. Then I’m going back to Chicago, to my real life. I certainly never meant to interfere in anyone’s relationship. It’s like I violated the Prime Directive. It’s from Star Trek. My dad was a huge Trekkie, and made me watch all the original episodes. The Prime Directive prohibits any members of the Starfleet from interfering with the lives of alien civilizations. You’re not supposed to be in Paris. And I can’t do this to Camille. I actually don’t have an opinion. I will be in St Tropez with Mathieu Cadault. Uh… au revoir.” — Emily Cooper
“Good morning, I was thinking of… is that for Champère? I thought Champère was my account. Maybe that is a good idea. For now. Maybe I don’t even need to be in the meeting. Um, why don’t I disappear for a few hours? You an tell her I went home sick. Camille! I’m so happy to see you. Is everything okay? But it’s a great thing for you guys. He’s staying in Paris. Yay! Yep. Lunch? Yes. To discuss the account. Uh, Sylvie? Would you like to join? Please. Yes, Camille’s boyfriend. You do? And that’s a good thing. No? I’m sure he’s just busy with the new restaurant. La dame who? No. That was a misunderstanding. Gabriel is not staying in Paris for me. Okay? Camille is my friend. I’m not having an affair with Gabriel. You know, I’m actually going to St Tropez this weekend with Mathieu.” — Emily Cooper
“Guys, can you come see my roommate and incredibly talented friend perform at a drag club tonight? No, she’s really talented. It’s complicated. Can I see. Great. I’ll text you the details. Okay. Maybe we can do a collab with Pierre. Uh, a ringarde piece of luggage. Something really tacky.” — Emily Cooper
“What do you think? A collab with Pierre and Rimowa. I think it’s a win-win. What do you think about his face covering a gigantic suitcase? Oh! Like a couchette coucher? Well, it’s that phrase. Everyone knows it. Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? See you tomorrow. I just spoke to Mathieu. He’s gonna ask Pierre about the collab with Rimowa. Fingers crossed. I know. And you’ll get the credit.” — Emily Cooper
“Hi, let me grab my coat. Oh, thank you. It’s a little tight for two people. Ugh! All French pans look alike. We’re gonna be late. Come on.” — Emily Cooper
“I don’t know, but I wanna go to the bathroom. I don’t want to miss her. Thank you. Mindy! You’re la dame pipi? Is it worth it? Oh. You were incredible! I’m sorry. Definitely. Do you have to sit outside the toilets every night? Whoop. The lights are on. He’s still there. Why don’t you go talk to him? Hmm. I do.” — Emily Cooper
“Oh, my– it’s still your account. It’s ringarde. That’s the point. Yeah! I’m great. I’m going to have a wonderful, romantic weekend with a nice, handsome, single man who I like a lot. He’s booked us a couchette, which, by the way, is a sleeper car with bunk beds, so. Don’t judge me. Okay, good. I’ll text you from St Tropez. No, I got it. Wow! All right. We’re good.” — Emily Cooper
“Oh! Hi. I know! It’s a lot. Oh, okay. Thank you. Okay.” — Emily Cooper
“I’m on a train. On my way to St Tropez with Mathieu. Please stop saying that. Stop saying that you stayed for me. You said that you were leaving. I can’t do this to Camille. And I can’t stop thinking about you. Okay? But I have to. I have to stop thinking about you, which isn’t easy. I don’t think that I’ve ever felt things like that with anyone. Gabriel, it was a night that I will never forget, okay? But it was a mista– I have to go. Mathieu, it’s really complicated. Wait, where are you going? Ah… wait! Uh… wait! Mathieu, he’s not my boyfriend! He’s not my boyfriend!” — Emily Cooper
Camille Razat
“Ma cherié. Yeah, I just don’t know what to do about Gabriel. He’s not staying for me. I know something else is behind this. Bonjour, Sylvie. Oh, yes, I did, at the gallery. Yeah. Sure. Right now, what would really help is having lunch with you.”
“So Gabriel has decided to stay in Paris, and it was a very sudden decision, and I’m not sure how I feel about it. Mmm-hmm. And after almost five years together, he decides he wants to move back home to Normandy to open his own restaurant. Exactly. But now he’s staying in Paris. And I know why. It involves a man. No. I’m talking about the man who’s investing in Gabriel’s restaurant, Antoine Lambert. Yeah. I mean, when my family offered him money to follow his dreams, he refused and decided to leave Paris and leave me. And now this stranger comes along, and he decides he wants to stay. No. I mean, how can I go back to man whose ego is so fragile that he’d rather move away than accept my family’s support? It’s not just about the money. He’s acting weird. Like, he’s staying here, and he didn’t call me to say what’s really going on. No. There is something else behind this. I just don’t know yet what it is. Anyway, I’m going to les toilettes. Does anyone have a euro for la dame pipi? Uh, the woman who sits outside the loo. Thanks, honey.”
“Hi. Sure. Oh, my God! Your apartment is so cute. I’ve never been here before. I love the location. I can’t even see an omelet pan without thinking of Gabriel. He had one just like that. He actually had his initials on it and– oh, sure.”
“You know, it’s been a while. When do we get to see Mindy? Wait. Here is the euro I owe you. For la dame pipi. You’re welcome. You go, all right! Well, thank you guys for tonight. I needed this. If he wants me back, he’s gonna have to work for it. Okay. Goodnight. Bye!”
Sylvie Grateau
“Yes, that Luc prepared at my request. Champagne is a French product. I thought it’d be better if Luc handled things. Why would we do that? Bonjour, Camille. Thank you so much for coming. And I believe you’ve met Luc. Well, I suppose if it’ll help. I’d love to.”
“Are we talking about the chef? Normandy? Oh, la, la. My least favorite place in France. Damp beaches and apple cider. I can’t imagine you there. I mean, even love has limits. Oh. So he’s gay. Antoine is backing the chef? Oh, men and their egos. Yeah, I understand completely. So you’re having an affair with the chef, aren’t you? He sent you lingerie. I remember. Yeah, now we know where he got his good taste from. Antoine. This is starting to make sense. Oh, those are two totally unrelated statements. Oh, Emily, you’re getting more French by the day. Oh, I see. Focus on having sex with a client to get your mind off your friend’s boyfriend. Are those the new rules? Oh, my God. Garcon. Waiter, may I have an ashtray, please?”
“Take notes, Emily.”
“Oh, la, la. Now you really do need Mathieu’s approval, huh? No, I think you already have that. No?”
Gabriel
“Out with the old, in with the new. Antoine wants to call it ‘Chez Lavaux.’ I was more thinking about ‘Chez Gabriel.’ Unless you have a better idea. Oh. That I’m staying in Paris, thanks to Antoine’s investment. The Prime Directive? Oh. But in this case, you’re the alien. You didn’t do anything to Camille. You did do a lot of things to me. The name is still under discussion. Seriously?”
“I hope they’ll like it. With apple cider. It’s a local dish from Normandy. It’s one dish. An homage to my roots.”
“Et voilà. Tripe à la Normandy. For those who haven’t tried it, you’re in for a treat. Antoine, with all due respect, if you can’t trust me in the kitchen, then what am I doing here?”
“Emily, where are you? I can’t believe the girl I stayed in Paris for doesn’t want to be with me. Tell me that night wasn’t amazing. Tell me you didn’t feel everything that I felt. I don’t want to hurt Camille either. But I can’t stop thinking about you. About us. Then don’t go. Emily? Emily.”
Mindy Chen
“What do you think? I even stuffed a sock down one side. If you could rustle up some people to come to the club tonight, that’d be amazing. I need to prove that I can bring in customers, especially ones that order drinks. Lots of drinks. Are you okay? You look like you just lost a follower. What’s the problem? Her boyfriend’s staying in Paris. Emily! Get it, girl! No. Who’s Pam Spicer? Oh. Aren’t you planning a romantic weekend in St Tropez withj Mathieu? No, that’s the perfect alibi.”
“Oh… the work permit. I have it at home.”
“Emily, I told you not to come! I… without papers, this is the best they could offer me. Well, they promised me a song. I’m also la dame poo-poo. It comes with the territory. Merde. That’s me. Pee fast!”
“♪ ‘Cause I’m in the stars tonight ♪ So watch me bring the fire And set the night alight ♪ Shoes on, I get up in the morning Cup of milk, let’s rock and roll ♪ King Kong, kick the drum Rolling on like a Rolling Stone ♪ Sing a song when I’m walking home ♪ Jump up to the top, LeBron ♪ Ding dong, call me on my phone ♪ Ice tea and game of ping pong ♪ This is getting heavy, can you hear The bass boom, I’m ready! ♪ Life is sweet as honey Yeah, this beat cha-ching like money ♪ Disco overload, I’m into that I’m good to go ♪ I’m diamond, you know I glow up ♪ Hey, so let’s go ♪ ‘Cause I’m in the stars tonight ♪ So watch me bring the fire Set the night alight, hey ♪ Shining through the city With a little funk and soul ♪ So I’ma light it up like it’s dynamite Whoa ♪ Bring a friend, join the crowd ♪ Whoever wanna come along ♪ Word up, talk the talk ♪ Just move like we off the wall ♪ Day or night, the sky’s alight ♪ So we dance to the break of dawn ♪ Ladies and gentlemen I got the medicine ♪ Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na ♪ Dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na ♪ Na-na-na, life is dynamite ♪ ‘Cause I’m in the stars tonight ♪ So watch me bring the fire And set the night alight ♪ Shining through the city With a little funk and soul ♪ Light it up like it’s dynamite ♪ This is dy-na-na-na, na-na, na-na-na ♪ Na-na-na, life is dynamite ♪ Dynamite ♪ Ooh! ♪ Light it up like it’s dynamite ♪ Whoa ♪. I’m Mindy! I’ll be in le room pipi all night, so find me! Oh, careful!”
“As long as they let me sign, I’m good. By the way, someone tipped me with a tab of ecstasy. Or a French Tic Tac, I’m not sure. Mmm-hmm. Good evening. Bye! Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”
“Wow! That’s a statement. Ooh. Tacky, got it. Cool. Here. Are you okay? I’m not judging you. Ooh! Sexy! Do you need help? Okay.”
Luc
“Yes. Just a few ideas I has to the campaign. What is your malady? Actually, you do look pale. Ah! Nice to see you again. Shall we begin?”
“We want to make Champére playful and sexy. An aperitif that becomes an aphrodisiac. Spray it, don’t say it! Champére. Also, there is a trendy club in St Tropez that Sylvie has connections to. They will also promote the champagne. L’oranger. Right, Sylvie?”
“She? Ah… I love drag shows. Let me know, I’ll be there. Great. Oh, €20. Thank you, bye. She’s a woman, right? Either way, it doesn’t matter.”
Julien
“Camille has arrived. She is asking for you, Emily. She does not look happy.”
“Oh, I hate drag. You’re distracting me while I’m preparing for one of my first presentations. For Rimowa luggage. You’ll hear it in the meeting.”
“For Rimowa, which is such an iconic brand, we wanted to create a playful campaign while showcasing the line’s fresh but classic styling. Our tagline? ‘Keep your baggage to yourself.’ We wanted to lean into the idea of luggage as personal and intimate. And, of course, Rimowa is built securely enough to carry your secrets safely. The things people pack in their luggage, I’m sure you can imagine… it’s also a metaphor for our personal baggage… I didn’t ask for your help, Emily. It’s my account.”
“I’ll take it, thank you. Emily! After all the support I have shown you. Now you come in here and steal the one account I have? Then why was the suitcase delivered to you? That’s it. From now, we are competitors. Not friends.”
Mathieu
“I’ll talk to Pierre about it. Collabs are his thing now, thanks to you. You certainly know how to play into his ego, don’t you? By the way, I book a night train tomorrow. We’ll have our own couchettes. Exactly. You do know a little French. Well, if you insist. Can’t wait.”
“Hey. Hello. You’re never gonna have a problem finding your luggage at the airport. I think Pierre’s gonna love it. So tacky. All right, just here. Hold on, let me help you. I don’t think there’s room here for the three of us. I’m gonna check this with the porter. Top or bottom? Emily? Was that the chef? You slept with him after you agreed to come with me to St Tropez? Let me make it simple then. Are you in love with him? Sorry. I can’t do this. I won’t go to St Tropez with a girl who’s in love with someone else. The hotel room is yours. Have fun with your boyfriend.”
Antoine Lambert
“Emily, good morning. Welcome to Maison Lavaux. But it’s a good one, don’t you think? And a brand extension. I’m sure Emily can appreciate that. come to our tasting dinner tomorrow night. Maybe you’ll have an opinion by then. Lucky man.”
“We are doing a total renovation. Much more of a bar scene, but still refined cuisine. And we are calling it ‘Chez Lavaux.’ The Costes brothers better watch out. Excuse me, I’m going to check with the chef about dinner. We’ve got some hungry people out there. Tripe? I thought we agreed. We aren’t doing cuisine from Normandy. No tripe. I beg you.”
“Excusez-moi. Gabriel, that tripe… I was just going to say it is delicious. You were right. You’re a man who fights for his convictions. I like that.”
Parisian
“Be careful!”
Client 1
“Yes. We understand.”
Client 2
“We were hoping to do something a little noisier. Like what you did with Pierre Cadault. That would be amusing.”
Club Manager
“I looked at your paperwork. You left a lot blank. I need to see your work permit. Yeah, right. Until I see it, you’ll be working for tips. Outside the toilets.”
DJ
“Please give it up for Claudette Monette. And now, straight from the toilettes… please welcome and give a round of applause to our very own Dame Pipi! Please show your love for la dame pipi! Wasn’t that amazing?”
Delivery
“Bonjour. Delivery for Emily Cooper. From Rimowa.”
French Coachman
“No, it’s too late.”