Istanbul1985

Martin Klamski:
I could've killed you. I should have.

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

Martin Klamski:
What does what to you?

Willy:
Those, 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.

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

Willy:
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.

Martin Klamski:
Maybe you need it.

Willy:
Maybe.

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

Willy:
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!