- Kurt Willbrandt: [Coming into Inge's room suddenly] Where do you come from?
- Inge Hoffmann: I'm tired. Please let me go to bed.
- Kurt Willbrandt: You two left at two o'clock, now it's five! I want to know where you were!
- Inge Hoffmann: You really don't know?
- Kurt Willbrandt: Are you saying that you're actually having an affair with that guy? Answer me!
- Inge Hoffmann: You sent me to the motorway, you wanted me to... to talk to him, right!
- Kurt Willbrandt: But not to sleep with him!
- [Inge moves to her bed and sits down]
- Kurt Willbrandt: Did you talk to him? The job must take place the night after tomorrow, and we don't know more of him than we did three weeks ago.
- Inge Hoffmann: I couldn't. He loves me, and he thinks...
- Kurt Willbrandt: Don't give me that personal crap. Give me a break! "He loves me"... that's what you think! He loves his wife. With you he's having fun. You love him! Do you think I didn't notice what's the matter with you... that you're running after him?
- Inge Hoffmann: What if it were so? I didn't want this... really!
- Kurt Willbrandt: [Kurt approaches her and gently grabs her hair and shakes her head] Poor creature! You only tell this to yourself because you think he's decent. So decent that he thinks you're decent too, for the sake of convenience.
- Inge Hoffmann: He is decent!
- Kurt Willbrandt: And where did he get all the money, if you don't mind me asking? He surely hasn't found it. Ask him sometime! He'll tell you a nice fairytale. Time for you to realise... how people are and what's going on
- Inge Hoffmann: Not everyone is like you!
- Kurt Willbrandt: Yes... maybe I'm exceptionally unpleasant.
- [Kurt lights up one of his joints and takes a long drag]
- Kurt Willbrandt: But at least I'm not deceiving myself. And you neither.
- [He stands up and leans on the end of her bed]
- Kurt Willbrandt: And that makes me more decent than this petty bourgeois... with his violet eyes, who tells you a pack of lies because he likes to go to bed with you.
- Inge Hoffmann: What else do you want from me?
- Kurt Willbrandt: [He sits on the end of her bed and stares in despair] Yes... what do I actually want from you? I never claimed to love you. Perhaps I can't love at all. But I know that I couldn't bear this damned life without you. And that's more than love. If such a thing as love even exists.
- [He goes to take another drag of his joint but Inge takes it from him and stubs it out]