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:

Rick, I have to talk to you. Uh-huh. I saved my first drink...

Casablanca 1942
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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.
[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?
[Ilsa tearfully and silently leaves. Rick's face falls in his hands sadly, knowing that he's said all the wrong things]

Transcript:
Rick, I have to talk to you.
I saved my first drink
to have with you. Here.
- No, Rick. Not tonight.
- Especially tonight.
Why did you have to come to Casablanca?
There are other places.
I wouldn't have come
if I'd known you were here.
Believe me, Rick, it's true.
I didn't know.
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 and never stop."
- Don't, Rick.
I can understand how you feel.
You understand how I feel.
How long was it we had, honey?
- I didn't count the days.
- Well, I did.
Every one of them.
Mostly I remember the last one.
The wild finish. A guy standing
on a station platform in the rain...
...with a comical look on his face...
...because his insides
have been kicked out.
Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Does it got a wild finish?
I don't know the finish yet.
Go on, tell it. Maybe one'll come
to you as you go along.
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.
Yes, that's very pretty.
I heard a story once. In 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," they'd always begin.
I guess neither one of our stories
is very funny.
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?
I strongly suspect that Ugarte left the
letters of transit with Mr. Blaine.
I would suggest you search
the café immediately.
If Rick has the letters, he's too smart
to let you find them there.
You give him credit
for too much cleverness.
My impression was he's just
another blundering American.
We mustn't underestimate
American blundering.
I was with them when they blundered
into Berlin in 1918.
As to Laszlo,
we want him watched 24 hours a day.
It may interest you to know that
at this very moment he's on his way here.
There is nothing we can do.
I'm delighted to see you.
Did you have a good night's rest?
I slept very well.
Strange. Nobody's supposed
to sleep well in Casablanca.
- May we proceed with the business?
- With pleasure. Won't you sit down?
Laszlo, we will not mince words.
You're an escaped prisoner of the Reich.
So far you have been fortunate
in eluding us.
You have reached Casablanca.
It is my duty to see
that you stay in Casablanca.
Whether or not you will succeed
is problematic.
Not at all. Renault's signature
is necessary on every visa.
Captain, is it possible that Laszlo
will receive a visa?
I'm afraid not. My regrets, monsieur.
Well, perhaps I shall like it in Casablanca.
And mademoiselle?
- You needn't be concerned about me.
- Is that all you wish to tell us?
Don't be in such a hurry.
You have all the time in the world.
You may be in Casablanca indefinitely.
Or you may leave for Lisbon tomorrow.
- On one condition.
- And that is?
You know the leader of the underground
movement in Paris, in Prague...
...Brussels, Amsterdam...
...Oslo, Belgrade, Athens...
- Even Berlin.
- Yes, even in Berlin.
If you will furnish me with their names
and whereabouts...
...you'll have your visa in the morning.
And the honor of having served
the Third Reich.
I was in a German concentration camp
for a year.
- That's honor enough for a lifetime.
- You will give us the names?
If I didn't give them to you
in a concentration camp...
...where you had more persuasive methods
at your disposal...
...I certainly won't give them to you now.
And what if you track down
these men and kill them?
What if you murdered all of us?
From every corner of Europe, hundreds,
thousands would rise to take our places.
Even Nazis can't kill that fast.
Herr Laszlo, you have a reputation for
eloquence which I can now understand.
But in one aspect you are mistaken.
You said the enemies
of the Reich could all be replaced.
But there is one exception.
No one could take your place
if anything unfortunate...
...should occur to you
while you were trying to escape.
You won't dare to interfere with me here.
This is still unoccupied France.
Any violation of neutrality
would reflect on Captain Renault.

Clip duration: 321 seconds
Views: 29
Timestamp in movie: 00:48:25
Uploaded: 26 August, 2021
Genres: drama, romance, war
Summary: A cynical expatriate American cafe owner struggles to decide whether or not to help his former lover and her fugitive husband escape the Nazis in French Morocco.


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