Nyári közjáték (1951) 85% 4★

– We look great, of course, but this job wears you down…at least your toes. And your immortal soul.

– I'm never going to die. I may get really, really old, but I'll never die.
– Well, I'm scared that I, Henrik, will suddenly fall over the edge into something dark and unknown.

– It's so beautiful I could burst, break into pieces, and disappear without a trace.

– It was the ship's horn in the distance..and other things too: the music and the moonlight…the silence and the anticipation…the blood whispering in our ears. A strange mood set in…almost like a melody. A new room opened up in our minds.

– I just feel like crying tonight. It's like a toothache in my soul. The soul's in the stomach…that's where it hurts.

– That's how life is.
– Is there no meaning anywhere?
– No, my child. Nothing means anything in the long run.
– I don't believe God exists. And if he does…I hate him. And I'll never stop. If he were standing right here, I'd spit in his face. I'll hate him as long as I live. And I'll never forget. I'll hate him till the day I die.

– Why put all this work into these ballets? They don't even show their legs, at least not enough to make it interesting.

– Do I really want to cry for a whole week? A moment ago I did… but now? Do I want to cry at all? If I really look deep inside…I'm actually… happy!