Oskar: How old are you?
Eli: Twelve... more or less.
Eli: What about you?
Oskar: Twelve years, eight months and nine days. What do you mean, "more or less"?
Oskar: When's your birthday?
Eli: I don't know.
Oskar: Don't you celebrate your
birthday? Your parents... they've got to know.
Eli: [Eli looks down on the ground]
Oskar: Then you don't get any birthday presents, do you?
Eli: No.
Oskar: Who are you?
Eli: I'm like you.
Oskar: What do you mean?
Eli: [accusing tone] What are you staring at? Well?
Eli: Are you looking at me?
Eli: [points her finger at Oskar] So scream! Squeal!
Eli: Those were the first words I heard
you say.
Oskar: I don't kill people.
Eli: No, but you'd like to. If you could... To get revenge. Right?
Oskar: Yes.
Eli: Oskar, I do it because I have to.
Eli: Be me, for a while.
[pause]
Eli: Please Oskar... Be me, for a little while.
Lacke: Thank you again for another evening steeped in merriment and friendship.