Most scenes together: Rick Blaine & Captain Louis Renault (22), Rick Blaine & Ilsa (15), Captain Louis Renault & Strasser (8)
It might be a good idea for you to disappear from Casablanca for a while. There's a Free French garrison over at Brazzaville. I could be induced to arrange a passage.
My letter of transit? I could use a trip. But it doesn't make any difference about our bet. You still owe me ten thousand francs.
And that ten thousand francs should pay our expenses.
Our expenses? Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
I stick my neck out for nobody.
If she can stand it, I can! Play it!
Frequently misquoted as "Play it again, Sam"
She tried everything to get them, and nothing worked. She did her best to convince me that she was still in love with me, but that was all over long ago. For your sake, she pretended it wasn't, and I let her pretend.
I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy mixed-up world. Someday you'll understand that.
You'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon and for the rest of your life.
I was willing to shoot Captain Renault, and I'm willing to shoot you.
Realizing the importance of the case, my men are rounding up twice the usual number of suspects.
I don't interfere with them and they don't interfere with me. In Casablanca, I'm master of my fate.
Major Strasser has been shot. [pause] Round up the usual suspects.
Ranked #32 in the "100 Movie Quotes" list
Welcome back to the fight. This time, I know our side will win.
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.
As leader of all the illegal activities in Casablanca, I'm an influential and respected man, but it would not be worth my life to do anything for Monsieur Laszlo. [to Ilsa] You, however, are a different matter.
We might as well be frank, monsieur. It would take a miracle to get you out of Casablanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles.
And so a tortuous, round-about refugee trail sprang up. Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran [in Algeria], then by train or auto or foot across the rim of Africa to Casablanca in French Morocco. Here the fortunate ones through money or influence or luck might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon, and from Lisbon to the New World. But the others wait in Casablanca, and wait...and wait...and wait.
