Antonius Block:
I shall remember this moment: the silence, the twilight, the bowl of strawberries, the bowl of milk. Your faces in the evening light. Mikael asleep, Jof with his lyre. I shall try to remember our talk. I shall carry this memory carefully in my hands as if it were a bowl brimful of fresh milk. It will be a sign to me, and a great sufficiency.

Antonius Block:
Nothing escapes you!

Death:
Nothing escapes me. No one escapes me.

Jonas Skat:
Is there no exemption for actors?

Antonius Block:
I met Death today. We are playing chess.

Jöns:
Love is the blackest of all plagues... if one could die of it, there would be some pleasure in love, but you don't die of it.

Antonius Block:
I want to confess as best I can, but my heart is void. The void is a mirror. I see my face and feel loathing and horror. My indifference to men has shut me out. I live now in a world of ghosts, a prisoner in my dreams.

Antonius Block:
Who are you?

Death:
I am Death.

Antonius Block:
Have you come for me?

Death:
I have long walked by your side.

Antonius Block:
So I have noticed.

Death:
Are you prepared?

Antonius Block:
My body is frightened, but I am not.

Antonius Block:
Have you met the devil? I want to meet him too.

Witch:
Why do you want to do that?

Antonius Block:
I want to ask him about God. He must know. He, if anyone.

Jöns:
Who will take care of that child. God, the devil, the nothingness? The nothingness, perhaps?

Antonius Block:
It can't be so!

Death:
Don't you ever stop asking?

Antonius Block:
No. I never stop.

Death:
But you're not getting an answer.

Antonius Block:
Wait a moment.

Death:
You all say that. But I grant no reprieves.

Antonius Block:
You drew black.

Death:
Appropriate, don't you think?

Church Painter:
Why should one always make people happy? It might be a good idea to scare them once in a while.

Jöns:
Then they'll close their eyes and refuse to look.

Church Painter:
They'll look. A skull is more interesting than a naked woman.

Jöns:
If you do scare them...

Church Painter:
Then they think.

Jöns:
And then?

Church Painter:
They'll become more scared.

Jöns:
Do you have any brandy? I've had nothing but water. It's made me as thirsty as a camel in the desert.

Jöns:
Our crusade was such madness that only a real idealist could have thought it up.

Mia:
You don't look so happy.

Antonius Block:
No.

Mia:
Are you tired?

Antonius Block:
Yes. I have boring company.

Mia:
You mean your squire?

Antonius Block:
No, not him.

Mia:
Who do you mean, then?

Antonius Block:
Myself.

Antonius Block:
Faith is a torment. It is like loving someone who is out there in the darkness but never appears, no matter how loudly you call.

Jöns:
Love is as contagious as a cold. It eats away at your strength, morale... If everything is imperfect in this world, love is perfect in its imperfection.

Blacksmith Plog:
You're happy, you with your oily words. You believe your own drivel.

Jöns:
Believe it? Who said? But I love to give pieces of advice.

Jonas Skat:
Kill me. I'll thank you afterwards.

Blacksmith Plog:
Jons, between you and me, isn't life a dirty mess?

Jöns:
Yes, but don't think of that now.

Blacksmith Plog:
It's what you make it.

Jonas Skat:
Hey, you scurvy knave, what are you doing with my tree? You might at least answer. Who are you?

Death:
I'm felling your tree. Your time is up.

Jonas Skat:
You can't. I haven't time.

Death:
So you haven't time?

Jonas Skat:
No. My performance...

Death:
Cancelled... because of Death.