So... this is where you come to hide from me. I came to tell you... that you, um.. you...

Amon Goeth: So... this is where you come to hide from me. I came to tell you... that you, um.. you really are a wonderful cook and a well-trained servant. I mean it. If you need a reference after the war, I'd be... be happy to give you one. It must get lonely down here when you're listening to everyone upstairs having such a good time. [pause] Amon Goeth: Does it? [pause] Amon Goeth: You can answer. [pause] Amon Goeth: "But what's the right answer?" That's what you're thinking. "What does he want to hear?" [pause] Amon Goeth: The truth, Helen, is always the right answer. [pause] Amon Goeth: Yes, you're right. Sometimes, we're both lonely. Yes. I... I mean... I would like so much to... reach out and... touch you in your loneliness. What would that be like, I wonder? I mean... What would be wrong with that? I realize that you're not... a person in the strictest sense of the word, but... No, maybe you're right about that, too, you know. Maybe what's... what's wrong isn't... it's not us. It's... no, it's this. I mean, when... when they compare you to... to, uh, vermin, to rodents, and to lice. I just, uh... No, you make a good point. You make a very good point. [touches her hair] Amon Goeth: Is this the face of a rat? Are these the eyes of a rat? Hath not a Jew eyes? [put his hands on her] Amon Goeth: I feel for you, Helen. [leans forward to kiss her] Amon Goeth: No, I don't think so. You're a Jewish bitch. You nearly talked me into it... didn't you? [proceeds to beat her]