Marc:
Gianna! Gianna! There's someone in the house... absolutely trying to kill me, ya'know?

Carlo:
Look, maybe you've seen something so important you can't realize it.

Marc:
But... I'm just trying to understand, because... Carlo You know, sometimes what you actually see and what you imagine... get mixed up in your memory like a cocktail... from which you can no longer distinguish one flavor from another.

Marc:
But I'm telling you the truth! Carlo No Marc. You think you're telling the truth, but in fact... you're telling only your version of the truth. It happens to me all the time.

Rodi:
Olga! Come back here this minute!

Olga:
What is it?

Rodi:
You little witch. I told you not to do that again!

Rodi:
Now off you go- go on!

Marc:
What'd you do?

Olga:
Nothing. Don't pay any attention; my father's just a little crazy.