David: You can't lose 'em all.
Peter Helfgott: In this world only the strong survive. The weak get crushed like insects.
David: Would you marry me?
Gillian: Well, it wouldn't be very practical, David.
David: Practical? No, of course not. Of course not. But then neither am I, Gillian. Neither am I. I'm not very practical at all.
Sylvia: You'll miss the plane!
Gillian: It's sweet of you, David. I don't know what to say.
David: The stars, Gillian darling! Ask the stars!
Isaac Stern: America. You know, land of the free, home of the brave. You know, Mickey Mouse.
Cecil Parkes: Rachmaninov? Are you sure?
David: Kind of. I'm not really sure about anything.
Cecil Parkes: The Rach 3. It's monumental.
David: It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could everest play.
Cecil Parkes: No one's ever been mad enough to attempt the Rach Three.
David: Am I mad enough, professor? Am I?
Cecil Parkes: The page! For God's sake, the notes!
Peter Helfgott: I'm sorry sir, I keep forgetting the notes.
Cecil Parkes: Will it be asking too much to learn them first?
[Gillian has come to visit Sylvia. When they arrive home, the house is in a mess and loud music is playing]
Gillian: Is that the water running?
[Sylvia runs to the bathroom to find the shower running and the basin overflowing]
Sylvia: David? Where in God's heaven is he?