- Ali: What do you mean, "How did your love begin?" Why don't you ask how it went instead of how it began?
- Leyla: It seems yours didn't go anywhere, that's why.
- Ali: That's the point.
- Leyla: What?
- Ali: People think love just happens instantly. They think love is about the beginning. No one's interested in maintaining the love. I believe love is something you can succeed at.
- Leyla: I try to see you in everyone I meet. We're leaving soon. I can't trust anyone anymore because of you. I can't fill the emptiness you left. But I'm going to fucking take care of this, you'll see.
- Ali: You, liquid mirror, suffering insect. Nutritious stain on my laundry. The only legible part of my destiny. Fearless happiness, solid anger. You... Red onion who swallowed its uvula. Big-hearted acacia. A skirt with its thread pulled. With a little belly. You. Elisürencil
- Leyla: If there is a word like that, that's the one. I'm sorry about yesterday. You just got off work. You're in Besiktas. Who wouldn't want to be happy? Are you also willing to be unhappy?
- Leyla: It's not good to want something so badly, you know? If you do that, then, you think life is all about that.
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