The Judge: Deciding what is true and what isn't now seems to me...a lack of modesty.
Valentine: Vanity?
The Judge: Vanity.
The Judge: I want nothing.
Valentine: Then stop breathing.
The Judge: Good idea.
Valentine: You're not afraid?
The Judge: I wonder what I'd do in their place. The same thing.
Valentine: You'd throw stones?
The Judge: In their place? Of course. And that goes for everyone I judged. Given their lives, I would steal, I'd kill, I'd lie. Of course I would. All that because I wasn't in their shoes, but mine.
The Judge: You think I'm a bastard?
Valentine: Yes.
The Judge: Perhaps you're the woman I never met.
Valentine: If I had to go to court...are there still judges like you?
The Judge: You won't go to court. Justice doesn't deal with the innocent.
The Judge: Leave. It's your destiny. You can't live your brother's life for him.
Valentine: I love him. If only I could help.
The Judge: You can. Be.
Valentine: What do you mean?
The Judge: That's all: be.
