Young Mother:  People thought it was the end of the world . But the world did n't end . So they rebuilt the city in 3 years , stronger and taller . London is a city built on the wreckage of itself , Osama . It 's had more come backs than the evil dead . It 's been flattened by storms and flooded out and rotted with plague . Even Hitler could n't finish it off . Death nor flame was like hell , my grandmother said , just one endless sea of flames . But we built on the rubble , and we kept on coming like zombies . I * am * the city , Osama . I am the whole world . Murder me with bombs and I will only build myself again , and stronger . I 'm too stupid to know better .
Young Mother: The Sun says you are an evil monster , but I do n't believe in you , and I know it takes _ two _ to tango . I know you 're vexed at the leaders of the western world . Well I 'll be writing to them too .
Young Mother: I know you 're a clever man , Osama . Much brighter than me . If I can make you see my son with all your heart for just one moment , I know you would stop making boy - shaped holes in the world - it would make you too sad . Love is not surrender , Osama . Love is furious and brave and loud . You could hear it in the noise my boy made when he played with his cars .
The Boy: Vroom ! Vroom ! Vroom !
Young Mother: I wish you could have heard him , Osama . That noise is the fiercest and the loudest sound on earth . It will echo ' til the end of time . It is more deafening than bombs . Come to me . Come to me and we 'll blow the world back together with incredible noise and fury .