Last Tango in Paris
- You want this man you love to protect and take care of you.
- Yeah.
- You want this golden,shining, powerful warrior to build a fortress where you can hide in. So you don't have to ever... have...You don't ever have to be afraid. You don't have to feel lonely or empty. That's what you want, isn't it?
- Yes.
- Well, you'll never find it.
- But I find this man.
- Then it won't be long until he'll want you to build a fortress for him out of your tits and your cunt and your hair and your smile and the way you smell. And... and some place where he can feel comfortable and secure enough so that he can worship in front of the altar of his own prick.
- But I find this man!
- No, you're alone.
- You're all alone.You won't be free of that feeling of being alone until you look death right in the face.I mean, that sounds like bullshit, some romantic crap, until you go right up into the ass of death. Right up in his ass...till you find the womb of fear.