- Vasilis: Listen to someone who cares for you, there won't be a war, ever again.
- Marianthi: And the bombs? Why do they make bombs, then? You know, young one, my father was killed in the First War. My fiancé in the Second one. He was a brave guy and he loved me very much. You know what he writes in his last letter from the front? 'What a pity I won't survive, Marianthe, but I must die. Forgive me for not dying for you. At least you would be worth dying for, whereas the war isn't worthy at all.' So, now I'm asking you again. What do they make bombs for?
- Vasilis: To drive us mad, Marianthe. To do away with us at no cost. Without any bombs, or anything.