Well, I was right. You are a sentimentalist...What you just did for Laszlo, that fairy tale you invented to send Ilsa away with him. I know a little about women, my friend. She went, but she knew you were lying.

Anyway, thanks for helping me out.

I suppose you know this isn't going to be very pleasant for either of us, especially for you. I'll have to arrest you, of course.

As soon as the plane goes, Louis.