- Maria: You know, faith. At first, We're like a child that his father holds by his hand, who feels safe. A moment comes and I think he always comes where the father will let you go. We're lost, alone in the dark. We call, nobody answers. We're getting ready, we're surprised. We're hit in the heart. That's the cross. Behind all joy, there is the cross.
- Maria: Dear Mathilde, the dark clouds have been hunted. We have here the sun in the sky. And you are in our hearts. Other wars may come. Other dangers threaten us, it will soon be difficult to write to us. But whatever our fate is, I feel ready to face it. I know, even if it makes you laugh, God sent you. Let him accompany you through the trials and that joy never misses you. Yours, Maria.
- Maria: However much I pray, I cannot find any consolation. Every day, I relive what happened. Every day. I still smell the stench of them. They came back three times. Each time, they... They should have killed us. It's a miracle they didn't.
- Mathilde Beaulieu: Good night
- Mathilde Beaulieu: I don't want to
- [avoiding the kiss from Samuel]
- Samuel: Me neither
- Mathilde Beaulieu: I mean it
- Samuel: So do I
- Samuel: What?
- [as she tries to stop him from ascending the stairs]
- Mathilde Beaulieu: You're too old
- Samuel: Charming...
- Mathilde Beaulieu: Not too loud
- [as she tries to shush him]
- Samuel: You didn't say that the first time.
- Samuel: It's not true. I may be ugly, but I'm not old.
- Mathilde Beaulieu: Pardon, no, you're not that ugly.
- Samuel: Really?
- Samuel: Come here
- Samuel: What?
- Samuel: Come here. I take that as an encouragement, you know.
- Mathilde Beaulieu: Oui
- [and kisses Samuel]