- Francis: Next time you run off, try to go for the soy bean field. It's October & the corn cuts like a knife.
- Agathe: Why did my son stop visiting? Why didn't he call or write anymore? What kind of accident was it? Who was he with? How did it happen? Where? When? Nobody dies at twenty-five! No one!
- Tom: Today a part of me has died and I cannot cry. For I've forgotten all synonyms for "sadness". Now all I can do without you is replace you
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