- Vincent: I don't care who you are. You're my son. You'll always be my son. Whoever you are. Is that clear?
- Adrien's Mother: You poor thing. You poor, poor thing. What mess did you get yourself in? Whatever your twisted reasons for exploiting his fucking folly, I don't care, just take care of him. Look at me. You take care of him. He needs someone, you or another. Say it.
- Alexia's Doctor: Watch out for any neurological signs. Motor function, coordination, diction. As you know.
- Alexia's Mother: Could the plate move in her head?
- Alexia's Doctor: No. Not without violent impact. It's very solid. It's titanium.
- Rayane: Crawl back to the hole you came from! Do you hear me? Can't you feel the energy? Between you and me?