Melancholia2011

Gaby:
What the hell do you want in this place? You have no business here. Nor have I. Your sister, it seems, is somewhat bewitched by it all.

Justine:
Mom. I'm a bit scared.

Gaby:
A bit? I'd be scared out of my wits if I were you.

Justine:
No, it's something else. I.. I'm frightened, Mom. I have trouble walking properly.

Gaby:
You can still wobble, I see. So just wobble the hell out of here. Stop dreaming, Justine.

Justine:
I'm scared.

Gaby:
We all are, sweetie. Just forget it. Get the hell out of here.