Julie Vignon: Now I have only one thing left to do: nothing. I don't want any belongings, any memories. No friends, no love. Those are all traps.
Julie Vignon: Why are you crying? La servante: Because you're not.
Julie Vignon: I appreciate what you did for me. But you see, I'm like any other woman. I sweat. I cough. I've cavities.
