Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this? I mean what you're fighting for.

You might as well question why we breathe. If we stop breathing, we'll die. If we stop fighting our enemies, the world will die.

Well, what of it? It'll be out of its misery.

You know how you sound, Mr. Blaine? Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart. Each of us has a destiny - for good or for evil.

I get the point.

I wonder if you do. I wonder if you know that you're trying to escape from yourself, and that you'll never succeed.

You seem to know all about my destiny.

I know a good deal more about you than you suspect. I know, for instance, that you are in love with a woman. It is perhaps a strange circumstance that we both should be in love with the same woman. The first evening I came into this cafe, I knew there was something between you and Ilsa. Since no one is to blame, I, I demand no explanation. I ask only one thing. You won't give me the letters of transit. All right. But I want my wife to be safe. I ask you as a favor to use the letters to take her away from Casablanca.

You love her that much?

Apparently, you think of me only as a leader of a Cause. Well, I am also a human being. Yes, I love her that much.