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Heinrich Harrer: Why must you be this way? Why, why is there always a problem? It's a good question. Do you want to go home? Do you want to turn around?
Ingrid Harrer: Yes.
Heinrich Harrer: Would that make... It's the Himalayas! How long have I been talking about the Himalayas? How long?

Peter Aufschnaiter: You should have told me how bad that wound was. I should take a look at it. I can sew it up.
Heinrich Harrer: It's not your problem.
Peter Aufschnaiter: Actually it is my problem. It's my life.
Heinrich Harrer: What?
Peter Aufschnaiter: When you conceal serious
injury and put my life at risk I consider that my problem.
Heinrich Harrer: No, you put your life at risk. I saved it so shut up!
Peter Aufschnaiter: Please, it's not your place.
Heinrich Harrer: Shut up!
Peter Aufschnaiter: Next time you lie about an injury, Heinrich, you're off the team.
Heinrich Harrer: Try it.

Ingrid Harrer: [in a letter] Dear Heinrich. Please sign the divorce papers and send them to my lawyer. Horst and I intend to be married as soon as the divorce is finalized. As for your letter, yes, your son Rolf Harrer was born while you were climbing the mountain. He is now two years old and calls Horst papa. When he is old enough I'll tell him his real father was lost in the
Himalayas. It seems the kindest thing to say since you never wanted the child anyway. Needless to say I have to intentions resolving our differences as you suggested. They were resolved the moment you left Austria. I'm sorry you have been imprisoned in India and hope this dreadful war will soon be over for everyone's sake.