Michael: I sat in the second carriage because I thought you might kiss me.
Hanna Schmitz: Kid, you thought we could make love in a tram?
Hanna Schmitz: Is it true what you said? That I don't matter to you?
Hanna Schmitz: [shakes head]
Michael: Do you forgive me?
Hanna Schmitz: [nods]
Michael: Do you love me?
Hanna Schmitz: [nods]