Goreng: The people above won't listen to me.
Imoguiri: Why not?
Goreng: I can't shit upwards.
Trimagasi: [after a body falls] On those high levels you can eat anything you want, but you don't have anything to wait for. Your mind runs wild.
[first lines]
Goreng: [narrating] There are 3 kinds of people; the ones above, the ones below, and the ones who fall.
[repeated line]
Trimagasi: Obviously.
Imoguiri: This is not a good place for someone who likes reading.
Goreng: [tied to his bed] You're a murderer.
Trimagasi: No. No, I consider myself someone who's afraid, just like you - my tasty little roommate.
Goreng: You're an illusion.
Trimagasi: Maybe. but is that important? Because we're the same now. You and I are murderers. But I'm more civilized.
Goreng: Do you believe in God?
Trimagasi: This month yes.
[last lines]
Trimagasi: Will she succeed?
Goreng: She's the message.
Trimagasi: She is the message...
Goreng: Don't call me snail again.
Trimagasi: Don't use my word again.
Imoguiri: Remember: solidarity or shit.
