the english patient...

Almásy: And what do you hate most?
Katharine:A lie. And you?
Almásy: Ownership. I hate being owned. When you leave, forget me

Almásy: When were you most happy?
Katharine: Now.
Almásy: When were you least happy?
Katharine: Now.

Katharine: It's beautiful. What's it about?
Almásy: Szerelam means love. And the story, well, there's this Hungarian count. He's a wanderer. He's a fool. And for years he's on some kind of a quest for... who knows what. And then one day, he falls under the spell of a mysterious English woman. A harpy, who beats him, and hits him, he becomes her slave, and he sews her clothes, and worships--
[Katharine starts hitting him.]
Almásy: Stop it! Stop it! You're always beating me!
Katharine: [through laughter] Bastard! You bastard, I believed you! You should be my slave.