Don Cirillo: "I believe there are moments of passion and desire, uncontrollable impulses, moments of torments when the flesh is torn apart. Don’t you have such moments?"
Elia: ""Sure."
Don Cirillo: "And what do you do then?"
Elia: "I go into the wood hut and cut the woods. And you?"
Don Cirillo: "I ring the belles."
Elia: "Do you ring them often?"
[Don Cirillo shows his hands with burnings from the bellrope]