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- Le charretier: I implore Allah, the merciful, to protect myself and my family. May he protect me from the law and the infidels. Amen. Amen. Amen.
- Le charretier: Who can you trust? Who? It's the same everywhere. You learn to read, you learn to lie.
- Le charretier: Who's singing the praises of my ancestors, those brave warriors of yesteryear? The same blood runs through my veins. Just because this new life has me working like a slave, doesn't mean I'm any less noble than my ancestors.
- Le charretier: This woman, with her head on my shoulder - can't she rest it somewhere else? Like on her husband's shoulder? That's women today. I'll never understand them.