Peter Lorre: Ugarte
Ugarte : You know, Rick, I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.
[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]
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?
Ugarte : Rick! Rick! Hide me, Rick!