The Seventh Seal (1957)

Bibi Andersson: Mia, Mary - Jof's Wife

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Quotes 

• Mia : You don't look so happy.

  Antonius Block : No.

  Mia : Are you tired?

  Antonius Block : Yes. I have boring company.

  Mia : You mean your squire?

  Antonius Block : No, not him.

  Mia : Who do you mean, then?

  Antonius Block : Myself.

• [last lines] 

  Jof : I see them, Mia! I see them! Over there against the dark, stormy sky. They are all there. The smith and Lisa and the knight and Raval and Jöns and Skat. And Death, the severe master, invites them to dance. He tells them to hold each other's hands and then they must tread the dance in a long row. And first goes the master with his scythe and hourglass, but Skat dangles at the end with his lyre. They dance away from the dawn and it's a solemn dance towards the dark lands, while the rain washes their faces and cleans the salt of the tears from their cheeks.

  Mia : [smiling]  You with your visions and dreams.

• Mia : Keep your visions under control. Otherwise people will think you're a fool, which you're not. At least not yet, as far as I know. Though I can't even be sure of that.

• Mia : Who did you see?

  Jof : The Virgin Mary.

  Mia : Did you really see her?

  Jof : She was so close I could have touched her. She wore a golden crown and a blue robe with golden flowers. She was barefoot, and in her little brown hands she was holding the Child and teaching Him to walk. When she saw me, she smiled. My eyes filled with tears, and when I wiped them away, she was gone. And there was a great stillness everywhere, in heaven and on earth. You understand?

  Mia : The things you imagine.

  Jof : You don't believe me, but it's true. It's not the reality you see, but another kind.

• Jof : Have we nothing to offer our guest?

  Antonius Block : Nothing for me, thank you.

  Mia : I picked some wild strawberries this afternoon. And there's milk fresh from the cow.

• Mia : One day is like another. There's nothing strange about that. Summer is better than Winter, of course, because you aren't cold. But, Spring is best of all.

  Jof : I wrote a song about Spring. Would you like to hear it?

  Mia : Not now, Jof. Our guests may not care for your songs.

  Jöns, squire : By all means. I write songs myself.

  Jof : You see?

  Jöns, squire : I know one about a wanton fish I'm sure you've never heard.

• Mia : Don't move. Don't speak.

  Jof : I'm as silent as a grave.

• Antonius Block : There's so much to worry people.

  Mia : It's better to be two. Have you no one?

  Antonius Block : I had once.

  Mia : And now?

  Antonius Block : I don't know.

  Mia : So solemn! Was she your beloved?

  Antonius Block : We were newly married. We played and laughed. I wrote songs to her eyes, to her nose, and to her beautiful little ears. We hunted and danced. The house was full of life.