Gry Bay credited as playing...
Anna
- Anna: A friend once said that every woman needs three men. One for adventure and fun, one for stimulating conversation and one for good sex. Johan was all three.
- Anna: Eventually I tired of crying over Johan. I'd learned my lesson. I was going to master my emotions. I was NOT a victim of love. From now on it was going to be all about fun. From now on, I would be living life to the hilt.
- Camilla: Listen, babe. I'm going to treat this poor single woman to a night on the town. Here's my dress. The one that Carlos bought me in Rome. You know, the one I told you about - the one with the little penis! It doesn't fit me in the boobs. They're just too swollen at the moment. But it'll fit you!
- Anna: Thank you, but I'm not in the mood.
- Camilla: It's an expensive dress. I'll look great on you. It's a real guy-puller! Do you know how many times I've been fucked in this dress? Every time I go out, whoa, someone's there!
- Pierre: Your work is magnifique. I want you to make costumes for our next play.
- Anna: Me? In Paris?
- Pierre: Oui! Can you make big birds? I want feathers and wings and beaks.
- Anna: Well - that depends. You know, making big flashy costumes just for show doesn't really challenge me. A costume should be an extension of the character and show the audience who the character is inside. That is what inspires me. Perhaps if you told me a bit more about the play...
- Pierre: Mademoiselle, take my card. I will meet you tomorrow to discuss the details.
- Anna: Sophie's sweet caress showed me the way. I had to break the vicious circle. If not, Johan and I would end up like Pierre and Sophie, lonely and bitter, spitting harsh words at each other, forever seeking comfort in strangers.
- Frank: Listen, I don't blame you for not daring. I probably wasn't the right guy for you anyway.
- Anna: "Daring"? What are you talking about?
- Frank: Come on, Anna. If a guy showers you with eternal love, suddenly you're suffocating and if he doesn't, it's what you want, isn't it. Anna, you're so damn scared of losing, you never actually invest yourself in anything. Well, except your damn work, of course.
- Anna: I just wanted to...
- Frank: Anna, please. Just tell him what he means to you - or you'll spend the rest of your life thinking love hurts!
- Anna: But how do you know?
- Frank: Good night, Anna. And good luck.