Jaime Rodriguez: Of what have you dreamed o’ nights?
Sister Pilar: Of godly matters, cool cathedrals, and Jacob’s ladder.
Jaime Rodriguez: Of man?
Silence.
Jaime Rodriguez (threateningly): Daughter! Admit!
Sister Pilar: Sometimes ... I ... have dreamed of man.
Jaime Rodriguez: Of a man?
Sister Pilar: Of a monk dwelling in the same community who has sometimes knelt at the altar by my side to receive the Lord.
Jaime Rodriguez: But this is not a mixed community.
Sister Pilar: No, father.