Casablanca Quote
Ilsa : Rick, I have to talk to you.
Rick : [ Rick is drunk ] Uh-huh. I saved my first drink to have with you. Here. [ passes her a drink ]
Ilsa : No. No, Rick, not tonight.
Rick : *Especially* tonight.
Ilsa : Please... [ he pours a drink ]
Rick : Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.
Ilsa : I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it's true I didn't know...
Rick : It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. "Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace. We'll get on a train together and never stop - "
Ilsa : Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel.
Rick : [ scoffs ] You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?
Ilsa : [ on the verge of tears ] I didn't count the days.
Rick : Well, I did. Every one of 'em. Mostly I remember the last one. The wild finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look in his face because his insides have been kicked out.
Ilsa : Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Rick : Has it got a wild finish?
Ilsa : I don't know the finish yet.
Rick : Well, go on. 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 and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love.
Rick : [ bitterly ] Yes, it's very pretty. I
Rick : [ Rick is drunk ] Uh-huh. I saved my first drink to have with you. Here. [ passes her a drink ]
Ilsa : No. No, Rick, not tonight.
Rick : *Especially* tonight.
Ilsa : Please... [ he pours a drink ]
Rick : Why did you have to come to Casablanca? There are other places.
Ilsa : I wouldn't have come if I'd known that you were here. Believe me Rick, it's true I didn't know...
Rick : It's funny about your voice, how it hasn't changed. I can still hear it. "Richard, dear, I'll go with you anyplace. We'll get on a train together and never stop - "
Ilsa : Don't, Rick! I can understand how you feel.
Rick : [ scoffs ] You understand how I feel. How long was it we had, honey?
Ilsa : [ on the verge of tears ] I didn't count the days.
Rick : Well, I did. Every one of 'em. Mostly I remember the last one. The wild finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look in his face because his insides have been kicked out.
Ilsa : Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Rick : Has it got a wild finish?
Ilsa : I don't know the finish yet.
Rick : Well, go on. 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 and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love.
Rick : [ bitterly ] Yes, it's very pretty. I
Movie: Casablanca
