← The orchestra started up a new dance, you could hear Ismene laughing over there, in the middle of the other boys, and well, now he is going to be the husband of Antigone, 🔊✎
← The pale boy over there at the back, who's standing dreaming on his own with his back against the wall is the Messenger. 🔊✎
← How many times have I told myself: "Dear God, the little one, she's not enough of a flirt! Always the same dress and she doesn't even comb her hair. The boys won't see anyone but Ismene with her curls and her ribbons and they'll leave me to look after the other one. 🔊✎
← And now you're just like your sister. Worse even! Who is he? Someone from the wrong side of the tracks, a boy you can't take home and tell your family: "Here he is, he's the one I love, I want to marry him." That's it, isn't it? Answer me, girl! 🔊✎
← There's something I want to say to you this morning... The little boy we would have had... 🔊✎
← Our little boy, Haemon! He'd have had a mother who was kind of small and untidy - but stronger than all the real mothers with their big tits and their aprons. You believe me, don't you? 🔊✎
← I swear it, Haemon. I swear it on the head of the little boy we would have had in our dreams, us two, the only little boy I'll ever have. 🔊✎
← And here you are in front of me with those tears in your eyes and your heart hurting in your chest, my little boy, for the last time... 🔊✎
← Oh Haemon, our little boy. It's only now I understand how simple it is to live... 🔊✎
← Haemon does not hear him. And then suddenly he stands up, his eyes black, and he has never looked so much like the little boy he once was. He stares at his father without saying a word, for a whole minute, and then suddenly, he spits in his face and draws his sword. Creon jumps back out of reach. 🔊✎