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.
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?
You can believe that if you want to.
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.
No, Rick. No, you see, Victor Laszlo's my husband and was, even when I knew you in Paris.
