- Woman with horn rimmed glasses: [Akira enters Fumiko's studio] Look, one of those wild types is here.
- Man in Nehru shirt: Who is he? A friend?
- Woman with Beret: Introduce me! What extraordinary Fauvism!
- Fumiko: Don't be silly. He's a model. I used him once before. He's a bit stupid, though.
- Akira: I'm lucky you're both so understanding.
- Fumiko: That's the problem. He knows everything. Yet he doesn't say a word. Here I am, suffering day after day, and he doesn't even ask me about it. He should ask me about it. He should do something. Like call off the engagement, or say it's over between us. But he doesn't say anything. He called me one week later. I was terrified as I set out to meet him. Then I realized it was Saturday and the day we always went out. We saw a movie and had tea, just as we always did. And as always, he took me back to my studio. He left without saying a word about it. Everything was exactly as it had always been. I would've told him everything, if he'd only asked. But he didn't say a thing. He was even kinder than before. I can't take it anymore. I feel like I'm suffocating. Are you even listening?
- Masaru: What now?
- Yuki: See what color her panties are! White or colored? Pick a color!
- Masaru: White.
- Yuki: [looks under Fumiko's dress] They're pink.
- Masaru: Crap!
- Akira: Get lost and leave us alone.
- Masaru: She's no innocent chick.
- Yuki: Wish I were a man too. Let's get out of here!
- [departs with Masaru, Akira takes off his pants, approaches Fumiko - the kidnapped girl]
- Fumiko: There's only one way to help me. Listen to me! There's only one way! Brand him. Brand him with the same shame you inflected on me. Just like - Just like you defiled me on the beach. Defile him in the same way. Then we'll be equal, just like we used to be.
- Fumiko: I can't go on like this, with his feigned innocence and understanding. I can't take it another minute.
- Effeminate Artist: [Akira starts to leave Fumiko's studio] Hold on, mister. She shouldn't monopolize an object of art. I've been observing you since you came in. You have magnificent artistic qualities. How about modeling for us? Of course, we'll pay whatever you ask as a fee. Sure we will.
- Male Artist: Sure we will.
- Effeminate Artist: What a muscular, tanned body! And your eyes reflect boredom with modern society. Those dry lips of yours express contempt for society. And that nose! It expresses rebellion against power. The perfect image of modern man. You're the modern man that we have - Modern man - With your solitude and ego - Aggression and sex...