- Phillip Winter: Listen. You have to guess what this is.
- [makes sound of horse running]
- Beta: A horse! He's afraid!
- Zé: Yeah, horse!
- Vera: That's it!
- Sofia: He's running very fast! He's galloping!
- Phillip Winter: Right. And who is always on a horse?
- Zé: A cowboy.
- Phillip Winter: Right. And now...
- [makes sound of lighting a match]
- Vera: A match!
- Zé: He lights a match!
- Phillip Winter: [makes sound of fire]
- Sofia: What's that?
- Zé: He makes a fire!
- Vera: Yeah, he makes a fire!
- Phillip Winter: Mmm hmm...
- [makes sound of frying eggs]
- Zé: What's that?
- Sofia: He makes something to eat. Yes, a steak!
- Zé: A steak!
- Phillip Winter: [pauses] Nnnehh... This cowboy is... vegetarian. Listen again.
- Friedrich Monroe: I really love this city. And most of the time I really saw it, in front of my eyes. But pointing a camera is like pointing a gun. And each time I pointed it, it felt like... life was drained out of things. And I cranked and I cranked, but with each turn of the old handle the city was receding, fading further and further, like the Cheshire cat.
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