Hiroshima mon amour

Elle:
You're destroying me. You're good for me.

Elle:
Hi-ro-shi-ma. Hiroshima. That is your name.

Lui:
Yes, that is my name. Your name is Ne-vers. Nevers in France.

Lui:
You saw nothing in Hiroshima.

Elle:
I loved the taste of blood since I tasted yours.

Elle:
Sometimes we have to avoid thinking about the problems life presents. Otherwhise we'd suffocate.

Elle:
All these years I've been looking for an impossible love.

Elle:
They make advertisements for soap. Why not for peace?

Elle:
I have dubious morals, you know.

Lui:
What do you call "having dubious morals"?

Elle:
Being dubious about other people's morals.

Elle:
Were you here in Hiroshima?

Lui:
Of course not.

Elle:
That's right. How silly of me.

Lui:
But my family was in Hiroshima.

Lui:
I was off fighting the war.

Elle:
Lucky for you, eh?

Lui:
Yes.

Elle:
Lucky for me, too.

Lui:
But what else can a tourist do but weep!

Lui:
What did Hiroshima mean to you, in France?

Elle:
[pauses for a second] The end of the war... completely, I mean. Amazement that they dared, amazement that they succeeded. And for us, the start of an unknown fear. Then, indifference. And fear of that indifference.

Lui:
You were bored in a way that makes a man want to know a woman