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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:
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.

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!

Fredrik:
Father, I'm scared. When I was hugging Karin in the boat, reality was revealed. Do you know what I mean?

David:
I do.

Fredrik:
Reality was revealed, and I collapsed. It's like a dream. Anything can happen. Anything.

David:
I know.

Fredrik:
I can't live in this new world.

David:
Yes, you can. But you must have a support.

Fredrik:
What kind of support? You mean a God? Give me a proof of his existance. You can't.

David:
I can. But you gotta pay attention to what I say.

Fredrik:
Yes. I need to listen.

David:
I can only tell you a thought of my own hopes. It is to know that love exists for real in the human world.

Fredrik:
A sort of special love, I suppose?

David:
All kinds of it. The bigger and the smaller, the most absurd one and the most sublime one. All kinds of love.

Fredrik:
What about the desire for love?

David:
Desire and denying. Trust and distrust.

Fredrik:
Then love is the proof?

David:
I don't know if love is the proof of God's existance or if it's God itself.

Fredrik:
To you, love and God are the same thing.

David:
That thought makes me feel less empty; Makes my desperation less worse.

Fredrik:
Go on, dad.

David:
All of a sudden, emptiness turns into abundance, and desperation turns into life. It's like a temporary death's sentence strike.

Fredrik:
Dad... if it's like how you say it is, then God is all over Karin. We love her so much.

David:
Yes.

Fredrik:
Can't that help her?

David:
I think so.

Fredrik:
Hey! Be careful now. Keep away from me. Stop hugging and kissing me. Stop sunbathing half naked. You disgust me. You know very well what I mean. Women are horrible. How they smell and move around, how they stick out their stomachs, how they comb their hair and talk. Makes me feel like a skinned rabbit!

Karin:
Poor boy.

Fredrik:
Thanks. I can give myself all the pity I want.