Personal Shopper

"Louis, is it just you, or is it just me?"

"After death there's nothing."

"But you also have to free yourself of Louis."

"I need more from you."

"Louis, are you here?"

Ingo: "What are you doing in Paris?"
Maureen: "I'm waiting. My twin brother died here. We made this oath, whoever died first would send the other a sign."
Ingo: "A sign? From the afterlife. But how will you know if it's a sign?"

"Give me the tiniest thing... come on."

Maureen: "I'm a personal shopper. I hate this job actually, I spend my days doing bullshit that doesn't interest me and it keeps me from what does. It's driving me fucking crazy."
Gary: "You should come here."
Maureen: "I need to go back to Louis's house."