We all know right and wrong, right?

But how do we figure out what's right and wrong?

He tells me what's right and wrong.

Young children cannot determine what is right and what is wrong.

Oh, I don't know what's right any longer.

What makes something wrong?

What is that idea?

I know what is wrong. I have done wrong.

Nothing I say is right.

Then you would know what was really just and what wasn't.

Let's see what kind of error it gives us.

I want to know what is wrong.

That's right. There's nothing to be afraid of.

What's wrong with me?

Sounds great, but what is it?

Oh, dear, has she done something wrong?

No, not why wrong. Wrong is the third word.

Then can you tell me what wrong is?

So, what goes wrong? Why is there this resource curse, as it's called?

What mistakes?

Yes, what?

I'm beginning to see what's wrong.

But I didn't do a thing!

Men will always be wrong, and never so wrong as when they decide what's right and wrong.

You are not alone, Märeta, and God alone knows where guilt lies.

None, but it's not right either.

The Wilkeses always marry their cousins.

Is it something I've said or done?

There's nothing to tell. I was all wrong.

Where is the error there?

That's right.

About what?

What's wrong with that, anyhow?

Have I said something amiss?

Exactly.

I'm sorry, it was an accident.

Nothing serious, just... foolish.

Why are you silent? It's wrong!

It's his fault. What does he expect?

So let me show you why that's wrong.

Maybe they did, but they weren't always wrong.

It's all that Bob Weston's fault. What a friend.

OK, that's fair enough.

What went wrong?

Have i said something?