Nikita: It's beautiful here.
Michael: You're beautiful.
Nikita: I used to dream that there were places like this somewhere. Safe, warm. Do you ever think of anything like that?
Michael: Yes.
Nikita: You never talk about it.
Michael: Inside, nobody can change it. It will always be what I need it to be.
Nikita: Is it anything like this?
Michael: A little, maybe... you're there.
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