Pierrot:  The moons only inhabitant is running away as fast as he can.  Why?  Because he’s fed up.  When he saw Leonov land, he was glad.  I’ll bet! Someone to talk to at last!  He’d been all alone for an eternity.  But Leonov tried to stuff his head with Lenin.  When White, the American landed, he fled to his camp.  But as soon as he saw him, White jammed a coke into his mouth and made him thank him first!  So now he’s fed up.  The Americans and Russians can shoot it out, he’s going away.  

Pierrot: I, who love you…

Marianne: And you, who reject me…

Pierrot: As long as we want to run…

Marianne: It’s too much like fate.