— Are you ok?
— Yes — you answer, and you don’t care enough about me to ask me back. — Did you bring my money?
— You said that father left me money.
— And you that you'd never accept anything from him anymore.
— There’s no money. Only a silly hope of a naive person. I just can't say if I'm talking about me or about you now.
— Incredible… Did you lie to me?
— Yes. How does it taste? Disgusting, right?
— Good bye, Beatrice.
— Bye bye, Sis.