Nico: I’ve not quite arrived yet.
H.R. Giger: Oh no, not at all. I’m actually poor.
Nico: You might just wind up in jail.
Giger: I didn’t want to stay in another country.
Nico: I live in Brixton now.
Giger: I have three revolvers with gunpowder in the barrel.
Nico: Yes, because when you live in a dangerous place, you also become increasingly dangerous.
Giger: The lamps were always a bluish dark, so the planes would not bomb us.
Nico: Not generally, no, only in cinemathèques and film institutes.
Giger: That was for the movie Species.
Nico: Oh, the flute, oh my God!
Giger: My father was a pharmacist, you know?
Nico: So I said OK, it wasn't my idea.
Giger: What could I say?
Nico: Maybe I'm a frustrated movie director.
Giger: Films make you crazy.
Nico: Incidentally, or accidentally.
Giger: A dream where I can’t get enough air, that’s frightening.
Nico: I guess that’s why he moved out to Berlin.