Casablanca

Casablanca quotes

84 total quotes (ID: 688)

Captain Louis Renault
Multiple Characters
Rick Blaine
Signor Ferrari
Victor Laszlo


Ferrari: I observe that you are in one respect a very fortunate man, Monsieur. I am moved to make one more suggestion, why, I do not know, because it cannot possibly profit me. Have you heard about Senor Ugarte and the letters of transit?
Laszlo: Yes, something.
Ferrari: Those letters were not found on Ugarte when they arrested him.
Laszlo: Do you know where they are?
Ferrari: Not for sure, Monsieur, but I will venture to guess that Ugarte left those letters with Monsieur Rick.
Laszlo: Rick?
Ferrari: He's a difficult customer, that Rick. One never knows what he'll do or why, but it is worth a chance.


Ilsa: [pulling a gun] All right, I tried to reason with you. I tried everything. Now I want those letters. Get them for me.
Rick: I don't have to. I got 'em right here.
Ilsa: Put them on the table.
Rick: No.
Ilsa: For the last time, put them on the table.
Rick: If Laszlo and the Cause mean so much to you, you won't stop at anything. All right, I'll make it easier for you. Go ahead and shoot. You'll be doing me a favor.
[She drops the gun]
Ilsa: Richard, I tried to stay away. I thought I would never see you again, that you were out of my life.
[She falls into his arms]
Ilsa: The day you left Paris, if you knew what I went through. If you knew how much I loved you, how much I still love you. [they kiss]

Ilsa: A franc for your thoughts.
Rick: In America, they bring only a penny. I guess that's about all they're worth.
Ilsa: But I'm willing to be overcharged. Tell me.
Rick: And I was wondering...
Ilsa: Yes.
Rick: Why I'm so lucky, why I should find you waiting for me to come along?
Ilsa: Why there is no other man in my life?
Rick: Uh, huh.
Ilsa: That's easy. There was. And he's dead.
Rick: I'm sorry for asking. I forgot we said no questions.
Ilsa: Well, only one answer can take care of all our questions. [she kisses him]

Ilsa: Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Rick: Does it got a wow finish?
Ilsa: I don't know the finish yet.
Rick: Go on and tell it. Maybe one will come to you as you go along.
Ilsa: It's about a girl who had just come to Paris from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she'd heard her whole life, a very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of knowledge and thoughts and ideals. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him, worshipped him, with a feeling she supposed was love.
Rick: Yes, that's very pretty. I heard a story once. As a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano, playing in the parlor downstairs. 'Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid,' they'd always begin. Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Laszlo or were there others in between? Or aren't you the kind that tells?

Ilsa: Last night, I saw what has happened to you. The Rick I knew in Paris I could tell him, he'd understand. But the one who looked at me with such hatred - I'll be leaving Casablanca soon and we'll never see each other again. We knew very little about each other when we were in love in Paris. If we leave it that way, maybe we'll remember those days and not Casablanca. Not last night.
Rick: Did you run out on me because you couldn't take it? Because you knew what it would be like, hiding out from the police, running away all the time?
Ilsa: You can believe that if you want to.
Rick: Well, I'm not running away any more. I'm settled now, above a saloon, it's true, but...walk up a flight. I'll be expecting you. All the same, someday you'll lie to Laszlo - you'll be there.
Ilsa: No, Rick. No, you see, Victor Laszlo's my husband and was, even when I knew you in Paris.

Ilsa: Richard, Victor thinks I'm leaving with him. Haven't you told him?
Rick: No, not yet.
Ilsa: But it's all right. You were able to arrange everything?
Rick: Everything is quite all right.
Ilsa: Oh, Rick.
Rick: We'll tell him at the airport. The less time to think, the easier for all of us. Please trust me.
Ilsa: Yes, I will.

Laszlo: And welcome back to the fight. This time I know our side will win.

Laszlo: I'm sure you'll excuse me if I'm not gracious. But you see Major Strasser, I'm a Czechoslovakian.
Strasser: You were a Czechoslovakian. Now you are a subject of the German Reich.
Laszlo: I've never accepted that privilege and I'm now on French soil.

Laszlo: This is a very interesting cafe. I congratulate you.
Rick: And I congratulate you.
Laszlo: What for?
Rick: Your work.
Laszlo: Thank you. I try.
Rick: We all try. You succeed.

Laszlo: Were you lonely in Paris?
Ilsa: Yes, Victor, I was.
Laszlo: I know how it is to be lonely. Is there anything you wish to tell me?
Ilsa: No, Victor, there isn't.
Laszlo: I love you very much, my dear.
Ilsa: Yes, yes I know.

Laszlo: You must know it's very important I get out of Casablanca. It's my privilege to be one of the leaders of a great movement. Do you know what I've been doing? Do you know what it means to the work - to the lives of thousands and thousands of people that I be free to reach America and continue my work.
Rick: I'm not interested in politics. The problems of the world are not in my department. I'm a saloon keeper.
Laszlo: My friends in the Underground tell me that you've got quite a record. You ran guns to Ethiopia. You fought against the Fascists in Spain.
Rick: What of it?
Laszlo: Isn't it strange that you always happen to be fighting on the side of the underdog?
Rick: Yes, I found that a very expensive hobby too, but then I never was much of a businessman.
Laszlo: Are you enough of a businessman to appreciate an offer of a hundred thousand francs?
Rick: I appreciate it, but I don't accept it.
Laszlo: I'll raise it to two hundred thousand.
Rick: My friend, you could make it a million francs or three. My answer would still be the same.
Laszlo: There must be some reason why you won't let me have them [the exit visas].
Rick: There is. I suggest that you ask your wife.

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?

Renault: [about Sam] He came from Paris, with Rick.
Ilsa: Rick? Who's he?
Renault: Mademoiselle, you are in Rick's and Rick is, uh...
Ilsa: Is what?
Renault: Well, Mademoiselle, he's the kind of man that - well, if I were a woman, and I were not around, I should be in love with Rick. But what a fool I am talking to a beautiful woman about another man.

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.

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.