Humphrey Bogart: Rick Blaine
Rick : Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine.
Rick : Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
Rick : How can you close me up? On what grounds?
Captain Renault : I'm shocked! Shocked to find that gambling is going on in here.
[a croupier hands Renault a pile of money]
Croupier : Your winnings, sir.
Captain Renault : [sotto voce] Oh, thank you very much.
Captain Renault : Everybody out at once.
Rick : Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I've done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you're getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa : But, Richard, no, I... I...
Rick : Now, you've got to listen to me! You have any idea what you'd have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we'd both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn't that true, Louie?
Captain Renault : I'm afraid Major Strasser would insist.
Ilsa : You're saying this only to make me go.
Rick : I'm saying it because it's true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You're part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa : But what about us?
Rick : We'll always have Paris. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa : When I said I would never leave you.
Rick : And you never will. But I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of. Ilsa, 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 world. Someday you'll understand that.
[Ilsa lowers her head and begins to cry]
Rick : Now, now...
[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet]
Rick : Here's looking at you kid.
Rick : Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this? I mean what you're fighting for.
Victor Laszlo : 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.
Rick : Well, what of it? It'll be out of its misery.
Victor Laszlo : 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.
Ilsa : I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met...
Rick : Was La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa : How nice, you remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
Rick : Not an easy day to forget.
Ilsa : No.
Rick : I remember every detail. The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
Ilsa : Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
Sam : [lying] I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa.
Ilsa : Play it, Sam. Play "As Time Goes By."
Sam : [lying] Oh, I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
Ilsa : I'll hum it for you. Da-dy-da-dy-da-dum, da-dy-da-dee-da-dum...
[Sam begins playing]
Ilsa : Sing it, Sam.
Sam : [singing] You must remember this / A kiss is still a kiss / A sigh is just a sigh / The fundamental things apply / As time goes by. / And when two lovers woo, / They still say, "I love you" / On that you can rely / No matter what the future brings-...
Rick : [rushing up] Sam, I thought I told you never to play-...
[Sees Ilsa. Sam closes the piano and rolls it away]
Rick : Here's looking at you, kid.
Major Strasser : Are you one of those people who cannot imagine the Germans in their beloved Paris?
Rick : It's not particularly my beloved Paris.
Heinz : Can you imagine us in London?
Rick : When you get there, ask me!
Captain Renault : Hmmh! Diplomatist!
Major Strasser : How about New York?
Rick : Well there are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade.
Major Strasser : [arriving too late to stop Victor Laszlo from escaping] What was the meaning of that phone call?
Captain Renault : [pointing to the plane] Victor Laszlo is on that plane.
Major Strasser : [after looking at the plane] Why do you stand here? Why don't you stop him?
Captain Renault : Ask Monsieur Rick.
Rick : [sees Strasser begin to move toward the telephone, and draws a gun] Get away from that phone!
Major Strasser : I would advise you not to interfere.
Rick : I was willing to shoot Captain Renault and I'm willing to shoot you.
Major Strasser : [picks up the telephone] Hello?
Rick : Put that phone down!
Major Strasser : Get me the radio tower.
Rick : PUT IT DOWN!
[Strasser draws a gun, he and Rick both fire simultaneously, Strasser falls mortally wounded, shortly afterward, some police arrive on the scene]
Captain Renault : Major Strasser has been shot.
[Renault looks at Rick, Rick gives him a look]
Captain Renault : Round up the usual suspects.
[the police pick up Major Strasser's body and leave, Renault looks over at Rick, who is smiling]
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 wow 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 wow 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 heard a story once - as a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny piano playing in the parlor downstairs. "Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," it always began.
Rick : Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Lazlo, or were there others in between or... aren't you the kind that tells?
[Ilsa tearfully and silently leaves. Rick's face falls in his hands sadly, knowing that he's said all the wrong things]
Rick : I stick my neck out for *nobody*!
[Annina is contemplating Renault's offer of exit visas for sex]
Annina : Oh, monsieur, you are a man. If someone loved you very much, so that your happiness was the only thing that she wanted in the world, but she did a bad thing to make certain of it, could you forgive her?
Rick : Nobody ever loved me that much.
Annina : And he never knew, and the girl kept this bad thing locked in her heart? That would be all right, wouldn't it?
Rick : You want my advice?
Annina : Oh, yes, please.
Rick : Go back to Bulgaria.
Victor Laszlo : Everything is in order.
Rick : All except one thing. There's something you should know before you leave.
Victor Laszlo : Mr. Blaine, I don't ask you to explain anything.
Rick : I'm going to anyway because it may make a difference to you later on. You said you knew about Ilsa and me.
Victor Laszlo : Yes.
Rick : What you didn't know was that she was at my place last night when you were. She came there for the letters of transit. Isn't that true, Ilsa?
Ilsa : Yes.
Rick : She tried everything to get them and nothing worked. She did her best to convince me she was still in love with me but that was over long ago. For your sake she pretended it wasn't and I let her pretend.
Victor Laszlo : I understand.
Rick : Here it is.
[hands Lazlo the letters of transit]
Victor Laszlo : Thanks. I appreciate it. Welcome back to the fight. This time I *know* our side will win.
[airplane engines start]
Victor Laszlo : Are you ready, Ilsa?
Ilsa : Yes, I'm ready. Good-bye Rick. God bless you.
Rick : You better hurry. You'll miss that plane.
Ilsa : A franc for your thoughts.
Rick : In America they'd bring only a penny, and, huh, I guess that's about all they're worth.
Ilsa : Well, I'm willing to be overcharged. Tell me.
Rick : Well, I was wondering...
Ilsa : Yes?
Rick : Why I'm so lucky. Why I should find you waiting for me to come along.
Ilsa : Why there is no other man in my life?
Rick : Uh-huh.
Ilsa : That's easy: there was. And he's dead.
[Rick and Renault discussing Victor Laszlo's chances of escaping Casablanca]
Captain Renault : This is the end of the chase.
Rick : Twenty thousand francs says it isn't.
Captain Renault : Is that a serious offer?
Rick : I just paid out twenty. I'd like to get it back.
Captain Renault : Make it ten. I'm only a poor corrupt official.
Ilsa : [laughs ironically] With the whole world crumbling, we pick this time to fall in love.
Rick : Yeah, it's pretty bad timing. Where were you, say, ten years ago?
Ilsa : [trying to be cheerful] Ten years ago? Well, let's see...
Ilsa : Oh, yes, I was having a brace put on my teeth. Where were you?
Rick : Looking for a job.
Rick : I'm on their blacklist - their roll of honor!
Victor Laszlo : You ran guns to Ethiopia. You fought against the fascists in Spain.
Rick : What of it?
Victor Laszlo : Isn't it strange that you always happen to be fighting on the side of the underdog?
Rick : Yes. I found that a very expensive hobby, too. But then I never was much of a businessman.
Major Strasser : We have a complete dossier on you: Richard Blaine, American, age 37. Cannot return to his country. The reason is a little vague. We also know what you did in Paris, Mr. Blaine, and also we know why you left Paris.
[hands the dossier to Rick]
Major Strasser : Don't worry, we are not going to broadcast it.
Rick : [reading] Are my eyes really brown?
Sam : Let's get outta here.
Rick : No Sam, I'm waiting for a lady.
Sam : Please boss, let's go. Ain't nothing but trouble for you here.
Rick : She's coming back. I know she's coming back.
Sam : We'll take the car. We'll drive all night. We'll get drunk. We'll go fishing and stay away until she's gone.
Rick : Shut up and go home, will ya?
Sam : No sir, I'm staying right here.
Rick : What makes you think I'd stick my neck out for Laszlo?
Captain Renault : Because, one, you bet 10.000 francs he'd escape. Two, you've got the letters of transit. Don't bother to deny it. And you might want to do it simply because you don't like Strasser's looks. As a matter of fact, I don't like them either.
Rick : [chuckles] They're all excellent reasons.
Rick : *I'm* the only "cause" I'm interested in.
Rick : [to Ilsa] I wouldn't bring up Paris if I were you, it's poor salesmanship.
[Ugarte gives letter of transit to Rick for safe keeping]
Ugarte : Rick, I hope you're more impressed with me, now? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll share my luck with your roulette wheel.
[Starts to walk away]
Rick : [stands up; Ugarte stops] Just a moment. I heard a rumor those two German couriers were carrying letter of transit.
Ugarte : Huh? Oh, huh, I heard that rumor too. Poor devils.
Rick : [sternly] You're right, Ugarte. I *am* a little more impressed with you.
[Rick exits casino]
Rick : [getting drunk] First they take Ugarte and then she walks in. Well, I guess that's the way it goes... one out and one in.
Victor Laszlo : I know a good deal more about you than you suspect. I know, for instance, that you're 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 to this café, 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.
Rick : You love her that much?
Victor Laszlo : Apparently you think of me only as the leader of a cause. Well, I'm also a human being. Yes, I love her that much.
Rick : You'll excuse me, gentlemen. Your business is politics, mine is running a saloon.
[at the bar, where Yvonne and a German officer are ordering drinks]
French Officer Insulting Yvonne : [in French, to Yvonne] Say, you are French, yet you go out with a German like this!
Yvonne : [in French] What are you butting in for?
French Officer Insulting Yvonne : [in French] I am butting in...
Yvonne : [in French] It's none of your business!
[the German officer approaches the Frenchman]
German Officer with Yvonne : [in English to the French officer] What did you say to her? Would you kindly repeat it to me?
French Officer Insulting Yvonne : [in English] What I said is none of your business.
German Officer with Yvonne : Then I will make it my business!
[brief scuffle between German officer and French officer; Yvonne screams at them in French to stop; Rick intervenes and orders them to desist]
Rick : I don't like disturbances in my place. Either lay off politics or get out!
[other French officers come forward and forcibly remove the French officer from the club]
French Officer Insulting Yvonne : [in French, to German officer] Dirty Boche. Someday we'll have our revenge!
Ugarte : Heh, you know, watching you just now with the Deutsche Bank, one would think you've been doing this all your life.
Rick : Oh, what makes you think I haven't?
Ugarte : Oh, n-n-n-nothing, but when you first came to Casablanca, I thought...
Rick : You thought what?
Ugarte : Hm, what right do I have to think, huh?
Rick : Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Laszlo, or were there others in between? Or - aren't you the kind that tells?
Rick : He's just a lucky guy.