Character: Josselin Beaumont

- The story has lost all meaning. During these two years everything has changed dramatically. Changed policy, changed circumstances.
And I changed, everything changed. Except l'm wondering, and the secret service. And if the assassination l'm wondering, yesterday was considered a matter of honour, all as it is now.
- Maybe then the killing was not necessary?
- And you tried to convince me that we need!
- Why are you so stubborn? I do not understand who you're more mad at the l'm wondering, for the secret service?
- Guess.

- "Devotion" Valera...
- You don't call him Eduardo?
- I'm over Eduardo.

- Oh, dear Salvatore. He's here in the closet, under the ties.
- In the closet!?
- To be more precise in the dressing room. It's a Suite. Hope it's not too wrinkled, there was no time to hang it on a hanger.

Mr. Volfoni? Ice cream and soda?
Yes.
- Joost Beaumont. Spying and fighting.

- I didn't mean to hit your wife, me, Rosen said. [Josse byot Faria]
- I also didn't want to beat. Wife asked.

They killed a soldier of Josselin Beaumont. Lured me into a trap. All I needed to inspire before you send a job. Before I put it in his bag rifle with a telescopic sight. For example, what l'm wondering, rascal, kill it a matter of honor. At that time I believed in these ideals, the honor, that we have to live with your head held high. I looked at the world through rose-colored glasses. I hate them.

Jeanne, honey, I'm so much misery you have brought, not enough yet lice. It looks like the type who lent me this outfit, a piece of soap over the years in the hands not kept. A tender moment, scabies watch.

You probably have already understood from the telegram: the moderating centres refused. My insanity is permanent.

- Why do you have a gun, Joss?
Because I have to go three meters back on you.