- French Teacher: 1905. If you remember one date, that one! The separation of church and state. Secular, secular, secular. In France, no one asks you your religion. In France, no one talks about their religion. Two months ago, a man prayed out on the lawn. The janitor took a photo. We dealt with him. Here, no money goes to religions. No money to churches, mosques or synagogues. Money is for education, not religion. Because there is no religion. Because there is no god. Because god does not exist.
- Yoav: The Seine is a test that the city sets you. Its beauty is a bribe this city pays strangers to keep them from the heart of the city, which is neither beauty, nor women, nor grandeur, but something else I have not yet discovered.
- Emile: Heck of a speech. I'm not sure the heart you mention exists. Rot and banality, sure. Same as everywhere.
- Emile: Playing oboe in the local orchestra is as close as can be to growing potatoes. Before we met, she'd hang out in bars and nightclubs. She was capable of fucking anyone. Students, doctors, teachers. In the elevator with a stranger.
- Yoav: Caroline?
- Emile: There was no need even to seduce her with words. She'd just tell them, come on. She humiliated them. And was humiliated. For whatever they produced with their tongues. For all the tastes of sperm. There was this one guy. Old. Gave up everything for her. A total mediocrity except for his desire.
- Yoav: And you?
- Emile: Me? And you?
- Yoav: Me? Whenever opportunities arose...