Nak-il: Are you sure she's ready?
Pav-ti: Nak-il, it is custom.
Nak-il: In old days. Old ways for the old. Not you, Pav-ti. Not yet.
Pav-ti: Don't make fun. You'll insult the spirits.
Nak-il: The trees?
Pav-ti: Ancestors.
Nak-il: All right then. I meant no offense.