- Soldier/Security Guard: Good morning, beautiful.
- Nawal Marwan: Good morning.
- Soldier/Security Guard: You want to go out with us Thursday night?
- Nawal Marwan: No.
- Soldier/Security Guard: Friday?
- Nawal Marwan: No.
- Soldier/Security Guard: Saturday?
- Nawal Marwan: No.
- Soldier/Security Guard: [shouting] We are very patient!
- Nawal Marwan: So am I.
- Notary Jean Lebel: Will of Mrs. Nawal Marwan... To Notary Jean Lebel: Bury me with no casket, no prayers, naked, face down, away from the world. Stone and epitaph. I want no gravestone, nor my name engraved anywhere. No epitaph for those who don't keep their promises. To Jeanne and Simon: Childhood is a knife stuck in your throat. It can't be easily removed. Jeanne, Mr Lebel will give you an envelope. The envelope is for your father. Find him, and give it to him. Simon, the notary will give you an envelope... The envelope is for your brother. Find him, and give him the envelope. When the envelopes have been delivered you will be given a letter. The silence will be broken, a promise kept, and you can place a stone on my grave and on it engrave my name in the sun.
- Mathematics Professor: The mathematics you've studied until now have sought to provide clear and definitive answers to clear and definitive problems. Now you are embarking on a new adventure. You will face insoluble problems that will lead to other, equally insoluble problems. Friends will insist that the object of your toil is futile. You'll have no way of defending yourself. For the problems will be of mind-boggling complexity. Welcome to pure mathematics, and the realm of solitude.
- Jeanne Marwan: Are you okay?
- Simon Marwan: One plus one... that makes two.
- Jeanne Marwan: What?
- Simon Marwan: One plus one makes two. You can not make one.
- Jeanne Marwan: Hey, you have a fever.
- Simon Marwan: Jeanne? One plus one, does it make one?
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- Notary Jean Lebel: [after making a promise] To a notary, Mr. Marwan, a promise is a sacred thing.