Isabelle Quotes in Predators (2010)

Isabelle: What happened to you? What made you so fucked up?

Royce: "There is no hunting like the hunting of a man. And those who've hunted armed men long enough, and like it, never really care for anything else thereafter."

Isabelle: That's pretty poetic. Did you come up with that all by yourself?

Royce: No, actually. That was Hemingway.

Isabelle: Hey, we need to rest.

Royce: So rest.

Isabelle: You look like you could use it too.

[Royce keeps walking, ignoring Isabelle]

Isabelle: You got a name?

Royce: Look, I'm sorry. You want to play scout leader? Great. You want to follow me? Fine. But I'm not doing this... I'm better on my own.

Isabelle: Want to see something fucked up?

Isabelle: [Isabelle shows Royce a make-shift compass which constantly spins]

Royce: Well between that and the sun, I'd say we have a real problem.

Isabelle: What about the sun?

Royce: It hasn't moved since we got here.

Isabelle: What do you think is really going on?

Royce: What do I think?

[Royce looks to Nikolai]

Royce: Spetznatz Alpha Group

[to Cuchillo]

Royce: Los Zetas Cartel Enforcer

[to Mombasa]

Royce: R.U.F., that's a death-squad from Sierra Leone

[to Hanzo]

Royce: Yakuza Inagawa-kai

[to Stans]

Royce: The FBI's Most Wanted

[to Edwin]

Royce: and... him. They're all heavy-hitters, he doesn't belong.

Isabelle: Belong to what?

Royce: I'd say we were chosen.

Isabelle: What about you?

Royce: What about me?

Isabelle: You know the jungle, all the players. I'm guessing Ex-Military, Black-Ops, probably Mercenary.

Royce: You got a problem with that?

Isabelle: Not at the moment.

Royce: Good.

Edwin: Excuse me. Just what the hell is going on here?

Royce: We're being hunted. The cages. The soldier. All of us. All brought here for the same purpose. This planet is a game preserve. And we're the game. In case you didn't notice, we just got flushed out. They sent the dogs in, just like you if you were stalking boar or shooting quail. They split us apart and they watched. Testing us.

Isabelle: How do you know this?

Royce: Because, that's what I would do.

Royce: [to Noland who is wearing a Predator mask] What the fuck are you?

Noland: [Removes mask] I'm alive. You talk too loud. Smelled you since you got here. If I can smell you, if I can hear you, they can, too. Storm coming soon. This way.

Isabelle: Wait. Who are you?

Noland: [in sing-song voice] Noland, run away, live to fight another day.

Noland: I'm the one that got away. The one you don't fuck with.

Isabelle: I saw more parachutes.

Royce: Which way?

Isabelle: Why?

Royce: So I can figure out who threw me out of a fuckin' airplane.

Isabelle: [Royce wants to booby trap Edwin] This isn't right. He's one of us!

Royce: He is. That's what they're counting on. They want you to feel something for this man. To be human.

Isabelle: And what are you?

Royce: Alive.

Royce: How do we kill them?

Noland: However you can.

Isabelle: They must have a weakness.

Noland: Not many.

Isabelle: [Isabelle punches Royce] You set us up. He led us into that death camp, then hid and waited for that thing to strike. We were bait.

Royce: I needed to know who we're up against. Now I do.

Stans: A man is dead because of that.

Royce: This morning you were ready to kill him.

Stans: Well it ain't this goddamn morning, is it?

Royce: Well at least he didn't die in vain.

Stans: Why? So we could find out firsthand what it feels like to have our asses kicked?

Royce: No. We found out that there's more than one of them. That they use projectile and energy-based weapons. That they have some sort of cloaking device. That they're bigger than us, stronger, but also heavier.

Royce: You still pissed?

Isabelle: Fuck you.

[Nikolai goes to touch a strange looking plant]

Edwin: Uh, yeah, I wouldn't do that.

[Edwin sticks his scalpel into the plant and it secretes a fluid]

Edwin: Yep. Archaefructus liaoningensis. That is really, really poisonous. Wouldn't take more than one scratch to cause total paralysis...

Nikolai: Thank you. I'll watch for you out there.

Isabelle: [to Edwin] You made a buddy.

[Deleted scene]

Cuchillo: I thought bitches weren't allowed to be snipers.

Isabelle: Is that why they didn't take you?

Cuchillo: Ha-Ha-Ha... bitch.

Isabelle: Do you remember a plane?

Royce: I woke up free fall, you?

Isabelle: Same.

Royce: You IDF?

Isabelle: Yeah, you in the service?

Royce: Not exactly.

[the group finds a monolith with a pile of skulls and bones at its base]

Stans: What the hell is that?

Isabelle: Who would do this?

Mombasa: Whoever they are, they take trophies. In my culture the warrior with the greatest trophies commands the most respect.

Stans: Whatever.

Nikolai: It's a test. To see how we do under pressure.

Isabelle: If this were a test, you'd all be military. Total strangers. Live rounds. This is something else.

Cuchillo: Maybe it's ransom. Back in Tijuana, we kidnap you, put you in an oil drum. The ransom's not paid, we light you on fire.

Stans: I hear these stories about these experiments they run on cons. They stick drugs in your food and they sit back and watch what happens.

Edwin: Well, it's not drugs. If it was a psychotropic compound, we'd be feeling residual side effects. Loss of motor skills, blurry vision. And if it was a behavioral experiment... I mean, there... There'd be a point.

Mombasa: What if we are dead?

Stans: I was going to be executed in two days.

Nikolai: And I was in combat.

Mombasa: So was I.

Cuchillo: This is hell.

Royce: Last time I looked, you didn't need a parachute to get there. But it doesn't matter what happened, or why. We're here. Only question is, how do we get out?

Isabelle: Where are you going?

Royce: To high ground.

Isabelle: We should stick together.

Royce: Then you should follow me.

Edwin: What are we gonna do?

Isabelle: We should go to higher ground.

Edwin: Really? We're on an alien hunting planet. You really think the solution is to walk more?

Royce: It wants us to run. That's how it hunts. This is its jungle. Its game. Its rules. We run, we die.

Isabelle: What's the alternative?

Royce: We need to know what we're dealing with. Dog tracks go that way. We go after it.

Isabelle: You put us at risk yourself. You want to be on your own, you got it.

Royce: Why don't you tell them the truth?

Isabelle: I don't know what you're talking about.

Royce: You know what I'm talking about. The way you looked at that thing that was strung up, the way you reacted. She knows what it is. Don't you?

Isabelle: We don't have a name for them. '87, Guatemala. A spec ops team went into the jungle. High end. Six men plus a CIA liaison. Only one made it out. In his debrief, he said they came in contact with something. He gave a detailed description. The thing on the totem. It wore some kind of camouflage that adjusted to ambient light. Made it nearly invisible in our spectrum. It could see in infrared. Heat signatures. He used mud to block his. That's how he beat it. It hunted and killed his team, one by one.

Royce: Whatever it is, wherever they're from, we're going to kill them all. We set up a defensive perimeter. Make it look like we are holing up. That'll bring them to us. We force them into a choke point. We get them in overlapping fields of fire. It can be done. I can't do it alone.

Isabelle: You know what I was doing when I was taken? Ishak, my spotter. He was caught. I could have done something, but then I would have been slaughtered along with him. So, I hid. I watched him die. I wished I pulled that trigger.

Royce: You do what you have to, to survive.

Isabelle: You said we were chosen. I asked, "For what?" I should've asked why. It's because we are predators. Just like them. We're the monsters of our own world. It's probably better that we're never going back.

Royce: I am going back. I'm going after that ship.

Isabelle: You learn how to fly it in the last hour and not tell me?

Royce: No. That thing strung up at the camp might know. My guess is, it'd do just about anything to get free. Enemy of my enemy.

Isabelle: That doesn't make it a friend.

[Isabelle is pointing her rifle at Royce, Nikolai and Cuchillo]

Royce: You want to lower the weapon?

Isabelle: [Isabelle shakes her head] I've never seen this jungle. And I've seen most.

Nikolai: All right, you think this is Asia? Maybe Africa?

Isabelle: Too hot for this time of year. And the topography is all wrong. Amazon, maybe. I saw more parachutes.

[Stans and Mombasa are fighting. Then just as Stans goes to hit Mombasa with a log, he sees the rest of the group watching them]

Stans: You with him?

Isabelle: No.

[Mombasa shoves Stans off]

Stans: Then why don't you mind your own fucking business?

Isabelle: We have bigger problems right now.

Stans: Okay, "boss". Whatever you say.

Mombasa: [Grabs Stans] I will finish, what *you* started!

Stans: Strength in numbers huh?

Isabelle: Something like that.

Stans: Yeah, then maybe we should get that guy hanging in the tree?

[they find Cuchillo's body in a trap]

Mombasa: Wound one man. Make him suffer. Make him bleed. Make him call out for help, and set a trap and kill those who come. I know because I have done this.

Stans: So we're gonna leave him here, right? Come on, look at him. He's done.There's nothing else we can do, right? Right?

Royce: We leave him.

Isabelle: I can't.

Royce: Then, that's on you.

[they all see the strung up Predator]

Stans: What the fuck is that thing?

Isabelle: This is a mistake. We have to leave. Now.

Edwin: [about Royce] Where's the tough guy?

Isabelle: He left us.

Mombasa: It's here.

[Deleted Scene]

Stans: Hey, you tired?

Isabelle: Yeah.

Stans: Yeah. Yeah, you know I love fucking. Look, just hear me out okay? You're hot as shit and it's been a really long time for me. And if those things up there, if they ever get to us; we're never going to get to fuck again ever. This might be our last chance. So I was thinkin'; you know what? Let's just do this thing. Let's get naked. Hot and wet, you and me, right here right now. And maybe I could find a sheet for you, you know. Get you some privacy or something.

Isabelle: Okay.

Stans: Really?

Isabelle: No.

Stans: Wow. Really? Okay, okay.

[Deleted Scene]

Isabelle: Let's go. We need to work as a team.

Cuchillo: Bitch! Does this look like a team-work orientated group of individuals to you?

Isabelle: Somebody did this to us. You want to kill each other? Do it after we get out of the fucking jungle!

Stans: I don't take orders from snatch.

Isabelle: Fine, go the other way. Get eaten by something. Enjoy!

[the rest of the group follows Isabelle. Stans hesitates]

Stans: [muttering to himself] This is so fucking weird. Ah, fuck. Fuck this!

[Stans runs to catch up with the others]

Sabrina: Do you understand... why they have us here? Do you have any children?

Isabelle: No.

Sabrina: Then I'm really sorry they have your husband. That's how they make us fight. If you don't fight, they'll kill him. If you lose, they'll kill him.

Isabelle: Who are you fighting for?

Joseph: [Announcing the new opponent] Let us look at an initiate who could be the daughter of Sacmius herself. The violence she has endured, the pain she has suffered, Sabrina, the one to watch. Who could have expected the sheer efficiency of her most recent kill? It is to be expected; to be honored. Let us guide Sabrina into her final battle facing one who we have freshly reaped! Yes, a replacement. Now, its true the final fight against a newly-plucked initiate is unprecedented, but no more surprising than the worthiness of this new adversary. Isabelle Toss, a former collegiate athlete, who earned a full athletic scholarship to Northwestern. Now she spends her time operating a gym that she owns with her husband, and trains in Brazilian jiu jitsu. Exciting! The victor of this singular contest will be our champion!

Sabrina: I'm Sabrina.

Isabelle: Figured.

Isabelle: You pilots are such... men.

Capt. Joe Patroni: They don't call it the cockpit for nothing, honey.

Capt. Joe Patroni: [to Isabelle] Wait a minute! That perfume of yours smells awfully familiar.

[Patroni gives a funny look to Metrand. He and Isabelle are surprised that Patroni figures out they are involved]

Isabelle: [to Metrand; angry tone] Je te remercie! On peut avoir confiance en toi!

[subtitle translation: Thanks a lot! You can have confidence in you!]

Capt. Joe Patroni: What did she say?

Capt. Paul Metrand: Probably the same as you say in English.

Isabelle: We could get into trouble.

Hugo Cabret: That's how you know it's an adventure.

Hugo Cabret: [Angry and disappointed that the automaton hasn't written anything of sense] What an idiot! Thinking I could fix it!

Isabelle: Hugo...

[Hugo looses his composure and begins smashing various items in the room]

Hugo Cabret: It's broken! It's always been broken!

[Sits in chair, covers his face and begins to cry]

Isabelle: Hugo, it doesn't have to be like this. You can fix it.

Hugo Cabret: [crying] You don't... you don't understand. I thought... I thought if I could fix it... then I wouldn't be so alone.

[Hugo's sobs fill the room. Suddenly, the machine begins to draw again]

Isabelle: Hugo, Hugo look! It... it's not done!

[they watch as the automaton begins to draw a picture]

Hugo Cabret: [voice breaking] It's not writing! It... it's drawing!

[they see it is a scene from the movie "A Trip to the Moon."]

Hugo Cabret: That's the movie my Father saw!

[the automaton signs Georges Méliès'name]

Isabelle: [amazed] Georges Méliès. That's Papa Georges name. Why would your Father's machine sign Papa Georges' name?

Hugo Cabret: I don't know.

[picks up drawing and looks at robot]

Hugo Cabret: Thank you.

[turns to Isabelle]

Hugo Cabret: It was a message from my Father. And now I have to figure it out.

Isabelle: This might be an adventure, and I've never had one before - outside of books, at least.

Isabelle: [last lines; at the part Isabelle smiles as she watches Hugo doing magic tricks, she sits and starts writing in her notebook]

[voice over]

Isabelle: Once upon a time, I met a boy named Hugo Cabret. He lived in a train station. Why did he live in a train station, you might well ask. That's really what this book is going to be about. And about how this singular young man searched to hard to find a secret message from his Father, and how that message lead his way, all the way home.

[Screen leads up to where we can see the automaton sitting at a desk, perfectly fixed. The screen fades to black]

Isabelle: [watching A Trip to the Moon] It's in color!

Mama Jeanne: Of course it is, we tinted them. We painted them by hand, frame by frame.

Isabelle: I think we should be very... clandestine!

Hugo Cabret: [not knowing what "clandestine" means] Um, okay...

Isabelle: I enjoy the poetry of Christina Georgina Rossetti. She wrote, "My heart is like a singing bird Whose nest is in a watered shoot; My heart is like an apple-tree Whose boughs are bent with thickset fruit."

Isabelle: [wonders if she dares to ask the question] Where do you live?

Hugo Cabret: [Hugo looks at her for a minute, then turns and points to the giant clock at the train station across the bridge] There.

Isabelle: Is this your farm?

Jack: Yes. No. Sort of. My uncle and I are tenant partners. We just work the lands.

Isabelle: And, uh, these books?

Jack: Yeah, they... they're mine.

Isabelle: It's unusual for a farm boy.

Jack: Judging by the cover, are we?

Isabelle: What do you like reading?

Jack: I like a good adventure.

Isabelle: In books or in life?

Jack: Until I can find a way to get off this farm, I have to settle for books.

Isabelle: And, uh, that mark on your face, was that an adventure?

Jack: Um, I got in a fight today. At the market.

Isabelle: What about?

Jack: I was defending the honor of the princess.

Isabelle: Princess? Really? You sure you didn't read that in one of your books? How did you know it was the princess?

Jack: I didn't. I just saw she needed help. It wasn't until the guardians showed up that I realized who she was. Anyway, it happened really fast. I wouldn't blame her if she didn't remember me. What are you running away from?

Isabelle: Who says I'm running away from anything? Maybe I'm running toward something. Just looking for an adventure of my own.

Jack: Well, so far you've run toward the light on my porch... Your Highness.

Isabelle: If I hadn't run away, none of this would have happened. A princess is such a useless thing.

Jack: If you hadn't run away, Roderick would have taken over the kingdom with no warning. Your running away just might have give Cloister a fighting chance. So no one's useless, least of all the princess. That's why we need to get you back, because one day you'll be the queen. From then on you'll have the power to make the world a better place. Isabelle... imagine all the good things you could do.

Isabelle: [touched] That's what my mother used to say.

Isabelle: You know, for someone who's not wildly keen on heights, you're doing awfully well.

Jack: Yeah, I've been doing a little trick Crawe taught me.

Isabelle: What's the trick?

Jack: Picture something just ahead of you within arm's reach.

[helps Isabelle down so she is within arm's reach]

Jack: Something that makes you happy.

Isabelle: Sounds easy enough.

Jack: It really is.

Jack: Matching armor. Nice. You look beautiful.

Isabelle: Thank you.

Jack: They're waiting for you. But...

[Jack grabs his book from his pocket and gives it to Isabelle]

Jack: To remember me by.

[Isabelle looks at it, but does not take it]

Isabelle: I won't need any help remembering.

Jack: Isabelle, hold on tight.

[grabs a liana he has cut in the giant tree]

Jack: Ready?

Isabelle: No...

Jack: JUMP!

[they jump from the falling tree, hanging on to the liana. They swing around the tree before the tree begins to fall alarmingly fast and they are headed for the ground]

Isabelle: Jack, hold me!

[Jack sees a haystack, aims for it and lets go. They hit it, but keep gliding forward in the mud, heading for a sharp farm object. They stop just in the nick of time for hitting it]

Jack: Well, that worked out better than I expected.

Isabelle: [Jack arrives to rescue her from the giants] You're here!

Jack: You sound surprised.

Isabelle: Yeah, well, we're miles up and you're afraid of heights.

Jack: I'm not afraid. Just not wildly keen.

Isabelle: You must think I'm very silly.

Jack: No. I just wish that... Well, earlier, at the market...

Isabelle: Thank you... for defending my honor, Jack.

Jack: Anytime. Here, I'll take your coat. And until you find your own adventure...

Isabelle: [receives a book from Jack] "The Giants of Gantua."

Jack: My father used to read that to me.

Isabelle: That was always my mother's job.

Jack: I hope you find what you're looking for, Your Highness.

Isabelle: Call me Isabelle.

Jack: Isabelle.

Isabelle: Chicks are wacko, I swear.

Isabelle: It's funny. Guys understand nothing about women. It's ridiculous. Each sex off in their own dark corner... While if a guy took an interest in women, he'd be a pig in shit.

Isabelle: It's a shame you're not a girl.

Xavier: The world's badly made.

Isabelle: It's contradictory to defend Catalan at the very moment we're creating a European Union.

Catalan Student 2: I don't agree. First of all, because we're dicussing identity. There's not one single valid identity, but many varied and perfectly compatible identities. It's a question of respect. For example, I have at least two identities: my Gambian identity, which I carry internally, and my Catalan identity. It's not contradictory to combine identities.

Isabelle: [Isabelle awakens] Kreon? No! What have you done?

Kreon: I have waited by your side day and night, for an entire lifetime.

[He leans in for a kiss]

Isabelle: Stay away! I don't want you by my side, I don't want you anywhere near me.

Kreon: But, you see now that we can never be separated?

Isabelle: Please, let me die.

Kreon: We live through each other.

Isabelle: No, release me!

Kreon: There can be no end for either of us!

Isabelle: Why won't you let this end?

Kreon: I cannot, I will make you mine forever.

Isabelle: I poisoned myself once before and I'll do it again, or find another way.

Kreon: Haven't you learned that my will to have you is greater than your will to die?

Isabelle: Even if you keep me prisoner for another seventy years you'll never have me!

Kreon: But I do have you. I control your past, your present, and your future... This time, there will be no escape.

Kreon: Why must you resist? Your future no longer belongs to you, it belongs to us!

Isabelle: No! Don't touch me! Can't you see I've always hated you?

Kreon: Is that any way to talk to the father of your children?

Isabelle: Children? What do you mean "children?" We have only one child.

Kreon: Oh, no my darling. We have... many children.

Isabelle: Oh my god... What have you done? Tell me, what have you done!

[last lines]

Isabelle: I can't believe it. I'm finally free.

Kreon's Servant: But you're not free. Don't you realize I've always loved you too?

Xavier: What's all this shit about love? How do we get so nuts? The time we waste! When you're alone, you cry, "Will I find her?" When you're not- "Does she love me as much as I love her?" "Can we love more than one person in a lifetime?" Why do we split up? All these fucking questions! You can't say we're uninformed. We read love stories, fairy tales, novels. We watch movies. Love, love, love...!

Isabelle: You could just call her back

Isabelle: Can I pass for fourteen in this outfit?

Isabelle: Life is complicated when you look like, Claudia Schiffer.

Thomas: How can you be a nymphomaniac and never had sex?

Isabelle: I'm choosy.

Isabelle: What are you doing?

Warren: I'm molesting you.

Isabelle: Am I supposed to like it?

Warren: You could beg me to stop.

Isabelle: And would you?

Warren: No.

Hanna: Hi Isabelle, what's up?

Isabelle: You shouldn't make fun of the working class.

Isabelle: Sometimes I see movies or I watch TV and they never show people working. I think that deep down labor and pleasure are the same. In labor and lovemaking, the same gestures are involved. It's not necessarily the same rhythm, but the gestures are the same.

Theo: Papa's full of shit.

Matthew: I think you're lucky. Um, I wish my parents were that nice.

Isabelle: Other people's parents are *always* nicer than our own, and yet for some reason, our own grandparents are always nicer than other people's.

Isabelle: We do love you very much!

Matthew: I don't want to be loved very much, I just want to be loved.

Isabelle: Oh, how sweet of you Matthew to keep my image next to your heart.

Matthew: [about Theo] But he has never been inside you?

Isabelle: He's always inside me.

Isabelle: My parents fucked once in their lives. That's why we're twins, they didn't want to make it twice.

Isabelle, Theo: We accept you, one of us! One of us!

Isabelle: [while posing as the Venus de Milo] I can't stop you, I've got no arms.

Matthew: I thought you had many lovers. I mean when I saw you for the first time, at the Cinématheque, you and Theo, you looked so cool, so sophisticated. Like a movie star.

Isabelle: I was. I was acting, Matthew

Isabelle: I entered this world on the Champs-Elysees, 1959. La trottoir du Champs Elysees. And do you know what my very first words were? New York Herald Tribune! New York Herald Tribune!

Isabelle: Theo, Theo. Wake up.

Theo: [sleepily, eyes still closed] What is it?

Isabelle: I want you to listen.

Theo: Why?

Isabelle: Because. Theo?

Theo: Mm?

Isabelle: I love you. You know that?

Theo: I love you too.

Isabelle: You love me too? That's funny. Are you listening? It's forever, right?

Theo: What's forever?

Isabelle: The two of us. Right?

Theo: Yes. Why did Matthew say that?

Isabelle: What did Matthew say?

Theo: That we're monsters, freaks.

Isabelle: I just want you to tell me that it's forever. It's forever.

[Matthew has had unprotected sex with Isabelle]

Matthew: [in the tub, he sees blood]

Isabelle: Don't be alarmed. It's good news.

Theo: It only happens once a month.

Isabelle: Name a film where someone tap dancing drives someone else crazy!

Matthew: Oh, I know this!

Isabelle: Come on! Quick! Quick!

Matthew: Top Hat! Top Hat! Fred Astaire's dancing over Ginger Roger's room. And she's mad because he wakes her up. I'm right.

Isabelle: This is a test.

Isabelle: Pom pom, pom pom pom, turu turururu pom pom pom

L'homme de la Mercedes: What's your name?

Isabelle: Isabelle.

L'homme de la Mercedes: Isabelle... What a lovely name. And you're 17. Have you ever done this before?

Isabelle: Yes, what do you want?

L'homme de la Mercedes: A blowjob but without condom.

Isabelle: Sure.

L'homme de la Mercedes: [after they have sex at the backseat of the car] Wow. You're pretty good at this for a 17 year old girl. Do you know what they say?

Isabelle: What?

L'homme de la Mercedes: Once a whore, always a whore!

[laughs]

Isabelle: Yeah?

Isabelle: One morning you're over there doing something you feel is important, but it's hard as well, you know? You can't wait to go back home. Then finally you're there. You always arrive exhausted, having changed plans like four times.

Isabelle: After this, I'll slow down, I promise.

[while eating lunch and discussing the passing of Debbie]

Laine Morris: I don't know. When I'm in the house, it just feel strange.

Isabelle: You miss Debbie. I mean we all do.

Laine Morris: No, this is different. I can't explain it.

[stammering]

Laine Morris: It's like she's there.

Trevor: Lainey, listen. Everyone is still in shock, okay? But those things you were telling me the other day about feeling guilty, you don't have to keep doing this to yourself.

Laine Morris: Do you ever feel like, even after someone you love has died, there's still a way you can talk to them?

Trevor: But you can't do that. She's gone.

Laine Morris: The board. Isn't that what you're supposed to do with it?

Isabelle: I told you, I'm not interested.

Christopher: Well, you wouldn't be talking to me if you weren't a *little* interested.

Isabelle: Hello, Christopher

Christopher: Oh, so now it's alright to know each other?

Gérald: You really fooled me. I was ready for anything but this. You see, in a way, I'm relieved: Something was fishy, but I couldn't figure it out. But I'm disappointed, too. Very much so. I was already more than interested in you. I don't want to shock you, but I wanted to love you, and I'm frustrated.

Isabelle: OK, stop this nonsense.