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: Fuck you! Horus
: Right, but let's fuck her again first.
: You believe in God? Nikopol
: I don't even have that to fall back on. Horus
: I suggest you believe in me, Nikopol. Nikopol
: Do I have a choice? Horus
: I am afraid not.
: You piece of shit! Your objectives are shit. Your filthy rapist god ambitions are shit. You're full of shit, Horus! Horus
: Coming from a human, remarks like that don't carry much weight.
: [referring to Jill
] Young women like her are rare. Extremely rare. There are only a few of them in the entire universe. No one knows why they appear in one world or another. They don't even know who they are themselves, and the power they have. Nikopol
: What power? Horus
: The greatest power of all. The power to procreate with God.
: Horus, where the fuck are you? I need you, I need you now!
: [Nikopol carried in the air by Horus
] Remember the sign we saw, my soul. That beautiful, soft summer morning... round a turning in the path. A disgusting carcass on a bed scattered with stones. Its legs in the air like a woman in need... burning its wedding poisons... like a fountain with its rhythmic sobs. I could hear it clearly with a long murmuring sound, but I touch my body in vain to find the wound. I am the vampire of my own heart. One of the great outcasts condemned to eternal laughter who can no longer smile. Am I dead? I must be dead.
: [Jill reciting in French the third stanza of Charles Baudelaire's poem "Le Poison," which she has just been reading from the book she holds entitled "Les Fleurs Du Mal" or Flowers of Evil
] "Tout cela ne vaut pas le poison qui découle De tes yeux, de tes yeux verts, Lacs où mon âme tremble et se voit à l'envers... Mes songes viennent en foule Pour se désaltérer à ces gouffres amers." English translation: All that is not equal to the poison which flows from your eyes, from your green eyes, lakes where my soul trembles and sees its evil side. My dreams come in multitude to slake their thirst in those bitter gulfs. Nikopol
: [Nikopol, who recites Baudelaire's poetry in other scenes of the movie, finishes Jill's recitation in English
] But all that is not worth the prodigy of your saliva, Jill, that bites my soul, and dizzies it, and swirls it down, remorselessly, rolling it, fainting to the underworld.
: [Nikopol falls into the bed, lying there, and recites
] Ceaselessly by my side moves the Demon. He swims around me like impalpable air. I swallow and feel it burn my lungs. And fill them with eternal desire and guilt.
: I should have shot you when I first met you. Nikopol
: There's still time.
: That wasn't a very smart thing to do. The blue of my tears stains human skin for good. Nikopol
: I feel blue... for you.