Anne: It's beautiful. Georges: What? Anne: Life. So long.
Georges: Things will go on, and then one day it will all be over.
Anne: What would you say if no one came to your funeral? Georges: Nothing, presumably.
Anne: There's no point in going on living. That's how it is. I know it can only get worse. Why should I inflict this on us, on you and me? Georges: You're not inflicting anything on me. Anne: You don't have to lie, Georges. Georges: [looks down at th...
Anne: You are a monster sometimes.
