Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Madam?
Christa-Maria Sieland: Go away. I want to be alone.
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Madam Sieland?
Christa-Maria Sieland: Do we know each other?
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You don"t know me, but I know you. Many people love you for who you are.
Christa-Maria Sieland: Actors are never "who they are."
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You are. I"ve seen you on stage. You were more who you are than you are now.
Christa-Maria Sieland: So you know what I"m like.
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: I"m your audience.
Christa-Maria Sieland: I have to go.
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: Where to?
Christa-Maria Sieland: I"m meeting an old classmate. I...
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: You see? Just now, you weren"t being yourself.
Christa-Maria Sieland: No?
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: No.
Christa-Maria Sieland: So you know her well, this Christa-Maria Sieland. What do you think - would she hurt someone who loves her above all else? Would she sell herself for art?
Hauptmann Gerd Wiesler: For art? You already have art. That"d be a bad deal. You are a great artist. Don"t you know that?
Christa-Maria Sieland: And you are a good man.

love this movie!

Papillon: [to Dega] Me they can kill... You they own!

بعدها یاد می گیری که آدم هیچ وقت از بردن چیزی یاد نمی گیره . باختن اگرچه می تونه تأثیر خیلی مثبتی داشته باشه اما هیچ کدومشون لذتشون به اندازه یه برد نیست .

چاره ای جز باختن و دوباره باختن نیست و اون خوبه که این تبدیل به یه عادت نشه ...

without a doubt she is a real great actress..I really like her!

Narrator: On September 3rd 1973, at 6:28pm and 32 seconds, a bluebottle fly capable of 14,670 wing beats a minute landed on Rue St Vincent, Montmartre. At the same moment, on a restaurant terrace nearby, the wind magically made two glasses dance unseen on a tablecloth. Meanwhile, in a 5th-floor flat, 28 Avenue Trudaine, Paris 9, returning from his best friend"s funeral, Eugène Colère erased his name from his address book. At the same moment, a sperm with one X chromosome, belonging to Raphaël Poulain, made a dash for an egg in his wife Amandine. Nine months later, Amélie Poulain was born.

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 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.
[laughs]
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?