- The Vice Consul: [about coffin] She's okay there?
- the Human Resources Manager: She hasn't complained.
- Weasel: [at graveside] Funny, huh? That this is how it ends. Not ha ha funny, I mean depressing funny.
- the Human Resources Manager: You have a family? A wife?
- Weasel: We're talking about me now?
- the Human Resources Manager: You live with your mom, huh?
- Weasel: [forced laugh] That's nonsense.
- Weasel: [inside nuclear bunker] It's like the Tower of Babel, only in reverse. We're like the generation of the flood who tried to reach God. Digging and digging, 10-20-30-50 feet under the ground, as deep as technology will get us. And all from fear! Fear of flood, fear of the apocalypse...