Karin:
It's so horrible to see your own confusion and understand it.
David:
Virility means more than health.
Martin:
If Hemingway could, we can. Let's go!
[
Fredrik rejects Karin's attempt to console him]
Fredrik:
Thanks, I can give myself all the pity I want.
Fredrik:
I'm an artist.
Karin:
Artist?
Fredrik:
Yes, Princess, a thoroughbred artist: a poet with no poems, a painter with no pictures, a musician with no music. I despise ready... made art, the banal result of vulgar effort. My life is my work and dedicated to my love for you.
Karin:
Funny, you always say and do the very right thing... and it's always wrong.
David:
We draw a magic circle and shut out everything that doesn't agree with our secret games. Each time life breaks the circle, the games turn grey and ridiculous. Then we draw a new circle and build a new defense.
Karin:
Poor little daddy.
David:
Yes, poor little daddy, forced to live in reality.
[
last lines]
Fredrik:
Papa spoke to me.
Martin:
You're empty but capable. And now you're trying to fill your void with Karin's extinction. But how will God fit into that? It must make him more inscrutable than ever!
Martin:
You're hunting for themes. Your own daughter's mental illness. What a great bloody idea!
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