- [opening sequence]
- Fujiko Mine: Now, stop everything you are doing, allow your heart to race, and look at me. Theft is not to take something away or break something. It is a special crime, an elegant vice; it is an amalgam of secrets, felonies, mischief and fear. Just like Wuthering Heights' Heathcliff, I'm defined by my all-consuming passion. Stealing is a sexy prison from which there is no escape. Its psychological foundation is... unknown. Who is the slave? Who is the master? Is God watching her, has God abandoned her? The act of theft allows her to forget everything, even the distant traces of memory. Don't speak, but run. Don't run, but hide. When you find me, punish me. When you punish me, kill me. Save me. But you have nothing left for me to steal, silly boy. You are an empty shell, just like me. So if you want to look at me, then stop everything you are doing. Stop everything and let only the sound of your beating heart remain, and look at me.