- Ates Arbay: This is what I do, you see. I'm in show business. The show serves one purpose only... To make people forget. I'm in the forgetting business.
- Nevra Elmas: You're being too harsh on yourself.
- Ates Arbay: It is how it works. Let's say there's a massacre somewhere. There's an assassination, but the assassin never gets caught. I make people forget about them. Has there been a huge fraud? Call for me and I'll make them forget.
- Nevra Elmas: How? How do you make them forget?
- Ates Arbay: With stories such as this one about the murderer. I spin a fairy tale. They all listen with bated breath. He gets caught and another one emerges. He gets caught, and another one. I tell all their stories. But you know what I don't do? How come so many people are licensed to carry guns? How come people can access guns so easily? I never talk about that. You got it? If you want to make people forget about the gun, all you have to do is talk about the victim.
- Agâh Beyoglu: I am so scared of death, Munir. In fact, I'll tell you a secret. I'd be OK with it even if everyone on earth died and I were the only one left. I mean... I'm even willing to face such loneliness. What if I still remember all I've done in the afterlife? I couldn't bear that. I couldn't.
- Salih: I won't let you you die before telling me why you tried to kill me. Tell me, why? Why were you after me?
- Agâh Beyoglu: Conscience.
- Salih: Conscience? What conscience? What does that have to do with anything?
- Agâh Beyoglu: You know what conscience means, don't you?
- Salih: Fuck you and and your conscience!
- Tiyatro Oyuncusu 1: Conscience resembles the gut. It keeps working away even while you're asleep. No matter how much you deny your conscience, that horrible murder you've committed always becomes the rope you get hung by.
- Theater Player: Conscience resembles the gut. It keeps working away even while you're asleep. No matter how much you deny your conscience, that horrible murder you've committed always becomes the rope you get hung by. It wraps around your neck, the oily pieces of rope your victim has for hands. You seldom know what it is you've murdered. But you still keep hanging yourself every night in your dreams. The gut resembles the conscience. If you're looking to empty it of its contents, you'll find somewhere to do it. Man tries, and gets it wrong.
- Deva: By the way, let me introduce you guys. Suveyda, my grandfather.
- Agâh Beyoglu: Nice to meet you... I hope you're using protection. I can't handle another child.
- Agâh Beyoglu: Go talk to her. Go on. Think about what you're going to say. You'll kick yourself later otherwise.