[last lines]
Hanna: [to Marissa] I just missed your heart.
Hanna: [suddenly speaking in Arabic] I like Arabic very much. It's like Japanese, it's big.
[first lines]
Hanna: I just missed your heart.
Hanna: Are we going to kiss now?
Feliciano: Would you like to?
Hanna: Kissing requires a total of 34 facial muscles, and 112 postural muscles. The most important muscle involved is the orbicularis oris muscle, because it is used to pucker the lips.
Hanna: Adapt or die.
Erik: Think on your feet.
Hanna: Even when I'm sleeping.
Isaacs: Marissa, did she turn out as you hoped?
Marissa: [shakes head in feigned disappointment] Better.
Hanna: Can we still be friends?
Sophie: I don't know. I mean, I don't really know who you are, do I?
Hanna: That's just it. Neither do I.
Erik: I tried to prepare you.
Hanna: You didn't prepare me for this.
Sophie: If we're going to be friends, you're going to have to be honest with me. Them's the rules.
Hanna: Are we friends?
Sophie: Yes. I like you.
Hanna: I'd like to have a friend.
Sophie: I mean, you're a freak and everything, but I like you.
Marissa: Why now, Erik?
Erik: Kids grow up.
Hanna: Come and find me.
Marissa: Hanna, I can help you.
Hanna: Please. I don't want to hurt anyone anymore.
Marissa: I just wanna talk.
Hanna: It's over now, Marissa. Let me go.
[Hanna turns and walks away]
Marissa: [uncharacteristically motherly] Hanna! Don't walk away from me, young lady!
Moroccan Hotel Owner: Where do you come from?
Hanna: The forest.
Hanna: Why do I need a piece of paper to tell me my name?
Knepfler: Not you. Not you, my dear, but everyone else. We need paper and computers so we don't have to ask people their names or look them in the face. You have a good face. You look just like your father. And you walk like him, too.
[playfully imitating an ape]
Marissa: This is very, very difficult. But sometimes children are bad people, too.
Sebastian: I just want her to stop saying "Vomitorium", alright?
[son Miles makes a puking noise]
Sebastian: Oi, it's not funny.
Sophie: [about Hanna's Moroccan cloak] You can't wear those, you look like some mad German.
Lewis: Erik Heller escaped.
Marissa: How did that happen?
