Suzano: I could be dying in the hospital right now, without suffering and without fighting. Just write it down that I died of pneumonia and that's it. Gone.
Rose: What do you think it's going to happen?
Suzano: What's going to happen? Haven't you read Adrian's letters? There's 3000 people like us, Rose. And if even at the fucking France they knew what was going on, what do you think is going to happen here? Huh, sweetie? Do you think a nurse is going to kiss you on the forehead before sleep? No. Do you think his mother is gonna hug him when she visits at the hospital? Do you think that Jean is going to stick his tongue in your mouth? Do you think he's gonna give you a wet kiss? No. No. He's gonna be disgusted. He'll afraid of all your liquids. What about you, Rose? Do you think your name is gonna be in the papers? It will... your male name. Not even that. It will unidentified victim and be satisfied with that.
Rose: So this is what you want? That they know your name and my name?
Suzano: [Humberto starts crying] I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have talked about Jean. I'm sorry.
Humberto: I need to call him, Suzano. I need to call him.
Suzano: Sure, sure. It's obvious you must call him. I don't know why we isolated ourselves here. I don't know why. What difference did we made here?
