Man: Waiting, waiting, waiting. I'll never get out of here. I'll die in Casablanca.

Yvonne: [to Rick] What a fool I was to fall for a man like you.

Carl: Monsieur Rick, you are getting to be your best customer.

Ilsa Lund: [in a note to Rick] Richard, I cannot go with you or ever see you again. You must not ask why. Just believe that I love you. Go, my darling, and God bless you. Ilsa

Major Strasser: [to Ilsa] My dear mademoiselle, perhaps you have already observed that in Casablanca, human life is cheap. Good night, mademoiselle.

Renault: Unoccupied France welcomes you to Casablanca.
Strasser: Thank you, Captain. It's very good to be here.
Renault: You may find the climate of Casablanca a trifle warm, Major.
Strasser: Oh, we Germans must get used to all climates, from Russia to the Sahara. But perhaps you were not referring to the weather.
Renault: What else, my dear Major?

Carl: Madame, he never drinks with customers. Never. I have never seen it.
Female companion: What makes saloonkeepers so snobbish?
Gentleman: Perhaps if you told him I ran the second largest banking house in Amsterdam.
Carl: The second largest? That wouldn't interest Rick - the leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in our kitchen --
Gentleman: We have something to look forward to.
Carl: -- and his father is the bellboy!

Renault: Carl, see that Major Strasser gets a good table, one close to the ladies.
Carl: I have already given him the best - knowing he is German and would take it anyway.

Ugarte: You know, Rick, watching you just now with the Deutschebank [the German banker], one would think you'd been doing this all your life.
Rick: Oh, what makes you think I haven't?
Ugarte: Oh, nothing. But when you first came to Casablanca, I thought...
Rick: You thought what?
Ugarte: What right do I have to think?..Too bad about those two German couriers, wasn't it?
Rick: They got a lucky break. Yesterday, they were just two German clerks. Today, they're the Honored Dead.
Ugarte: You are a very cynical person, Rick, if you forgive me for saying so.
Rick: I forgive you.
Ugarte: You despise me, don't you?
Rick: Well, if I gave you any thought, I probably would.
Ugarte: But why? Oh, you object to the kind of business I do, huh? But think of all those poor refugees who must rot in this place if I didn't help them. Well that's not so bad, through ways of my own, I provide them with exit visas.
Rick: For a price, Ugarte, for a price.
Ugarte: But think of all the poor devils who can't meet Renault's price. I get it for them for half. Is that so parasitic?
Rick: I don't mind a parasite. I object to a cut-rate one.
Ugarte: Well, Rick, after tonight, I'll be through with the whole business, and I'm leaving finally, this Casablanca.
Rick: Who'd you bribe for your visa, Renault or yourself?
Ugarte: Myself. I found myself much more reasonable.
[Ugarte shows Rick two non-rescindable letters of transit out of Casablanca that allow their possessor to travel without a regular passport or visa]
...
Ugarte: You know Rick, I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me you are the only one I trust. Rick, I hope you are more impressed with me now, huh?
Rick: I heard a rumor that the two murdered German couriers were carrying letters of transit.
Ugarte: Oh, I've heard that rumor too. Poor devils.
Rick: Yes, you're right, Ugarte. I am a little more impressed with you.

Rick: [about his bar] It's not for sale.
Ferrari: You haven't heard my offer.
Rick: It's not for sale at any price.
Ferrari: What do you want for Sam?
Rick: I don't buy or sell human beings.
Ferrari: Too bad. That's Casablanca's leading commodity. In refugees alone, we could make a fortune, if you work with me through the black market.
Rick: Suppose you run your business and let me run mine.
Ferrari: Suppose we ask Sam. Maybe he'd like to make a change?
Rick: Suppose we do.
Ferrari: My dear Rick, when will you realize that in this world, today, isolationism is no longer a practical policy?

Yvonne: Where were you last night?
Rick: That's so long ago, I don't remember.
Yvonne: Will I see you tonight?
Rick: I never make plans that far ahead.

Renault: How extravagant you are - throwing away women like that. Some day they may be scarce. Oh, I think now I shall pay a call on Yvonne, maybe get her on the rebound, huh?
Rick: When it comes to women, you're a true democrat.

Renault: I've often speculated why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Did you run off with a Senator's wife? I like to think that you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.
Rick: It's a combination of all three.
Renault: And what in Heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?
Rick: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
Renault: The waters? What waters? We're in the desert.
Rick: I was misinformed.

Renault: Rick, there are many exit visas sold in this cafe, but we know that you've never sold one. That is the reason we permit you to remain open.
Rick: I thought it was because I let you win at roulette.
Renault: That is another reason.

Renault: No matter how clever he [Laszlo] is, he still needs an exit visa, or I should say, two.
Rick: Why two?
Renault: He is traveling with a lady.
Rick: He'll take one.
Renault: I think not. I have seen the lady and if he did not leave her in Marseilles or in Oran, he certainly won't leave her in Casablanca.
Rick: Well, maybe he's not quite as romantic as you are.