Death: When next we meet, the hour will strike for you and your friends.Antonius Block: And will you reveal your secrets?Death: I have no secrets.Antonius Block: So do you know nothing?Death: I am unknowing.
And the strict lord Death bids them to dance.
Mia: One day is like another. There's nothing strange about that. Summer is better than Winter, of course, because you aren't cold. But, Spring is best of all.Jof: I wrote a song about Spring. Would you like to hear it?Mia: Not now, Jof. Our guests may not care for your songs.Jöns, squire: By all means. I write songs myself.Jof: You see?Jöns, squire: I know one about a wanton fish I'm sure you've never heard.
Death: Don't you ever stop asking?Antonius Block: No. I never stop.Death: But you're not getting an answer.