Joh Fredersen: I must know! Where is my son?!!!Slim: Tomorrow, thousands will ask in fury and desperation: Joh Fredersen, where is my son!
Joh Fredersen: Off where they belong...Freder: Of where they belong?...In the deeps? ...And if those in the deeps one day rise against you?
Maria/Robot: The mediator of the head and the hands must be the heart.