Istanbul1985

Willy:
I could've killed you. I should have.

Martin Klamski:
Nothing happened. The kid was just, umm, so nice to me... [guilt ridden and disgusted at himself, Martin begins to violently throw himself at a cabinet door. Then finally stops and sits back down]... Willy... you don't understand. And I can't explain to you... what it does to me!

Willy:
What does what to you?

Martin Klamski:
Those... k-kids. I don't look for them, you know. I don't go out hunting for them; they just come to me. I mean, I sit... I sit on a park bench, and they come and th-they sit next to me. Or I... Or I'm alone on a bus, and they're right there. Or I walk through a fair, something like that, and they... and they just come to me.

Willy:
Then stay out of parks. Don't take the bus. Forget about fairs!

Martin Klamski:
It's not that simple, Willy! Things just happen, you know! Just like that... I mean, you walk down the street... and you see a kid... an-... and it just happens. And don't tell me don't walk down the street!... I don't know why I'm telling you this.

Willy:
Maybe you need it.

Martin Klamski:
Maybe.

Willy:
Have you ever f***ed a woman? [off Martin's look]... You haven't.

Martin Klamski:
Every now and then I try to be... normal. Go through life just like everybody else. I even shacked up with a woman once. Fooled around a little bit. I pretended to be impotent... she kicked me out. I don't blame her, I lied to her from the first day we met... I lie a lot!