Simone: Tell him that if he discovers his whereabouts, you'll slit your wrists with a razor, and I'll drive a hatpin through his heart.
Prouix, the Architect: You'd do that, rather than forsake our love.
Simone: No. But tell him I would anyway.
Dr. Royer-Collard: Will you sleep sound tonight?
Adde du Coulmier: No. Put frankly, I never expect to sleep again.
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