Character: Mr. Bentley

- You take care of cocoons, from which flew a butterfly. Old corsets that you will never want. Why do they care? To prove that you were young once, impossible. Pictures? No, they're lying. After all, you're not the one in the photos.
- A written statement under oath?
- No, honey, you're not a number, not ink, not paper. You don't these chests with rags and dust. You're the only one that here, now, today, today you.