- Serge: Gilbert Cocteau, you were the greatest flower to ever bloom in my life.
- Serge: In the faraway dreams of youth, you were a bright red flame, blazing so fiercely...
- Serge: You were the wind that stirred my branches.
- Serge: Can you hear the Poem of the Wind and Trees? Can you hear the tumult of our youth?
- Serge: Oh there must be others who so remember their own days of youth...