Marie: Why do the men, who disgust us, understand us much better than those, who attract us and who we love?
Marie: Love is bloody stupid. It's a question of power. A guy, you're faithful to 'cause you love him, won't fuck you anymore. Betray him and he'll start fucking you again. It's as simple as that. Not because they suspect, we might be unfaithful, but because they understand, that we're escaping out of their reach.
Robert: Beautiful women like to be taken by ugly men. Of course, nobody admits that. There has to be a force of attraction. And that attraction is not between a man and a woman... That would be too simple. That attraction is between beauty and ugliness. Beauty is nourished by disgracefulness, there's a friction between them.
Marie: What in turn proves, that those who get turned on, don't love us, either. Basically Paul is right: Being a woman corresponds to a shortcoming. For being wild about a woman really means: wanting to fuck her. However, wanting to fuck a woman means: despising her. Love between men and women is not possible.
Marie: They say, a man, who fucks a woman, honours her.
Robert: The only opportunity for love with women emerges from rape. Women easily give themselves to the next best guy. Even when they make the unfortunate one, who really loves them, suffer... The one who'd sacrifice his life for them, who respects them.
Marie: Love between men and women one cannot stress it often enough, is a treacherous battle.
Marie: Porn is nothing more than curing one's libido with its depiction. But what one doesn't permit for oneself, one can't allow in a picture either. The very moment an image shows us, it exposes us completely.
Marie: People say, a woman is no woman, until she's given birth to a child.
Marie: I gave my son his father's name. If someone up there counts souls, then we're even.
Robert: Women like to discover things they've already seen on tv.