Casablanca
Renault: Well, you were asking about Rick, and here he is.
Mademoiselle, may I present…
Rick: Hello, Ilsa.
Ilsa: Hello, Rick.
Renault: Oh, you've already met Rick, Mademoiselle? Then perhaps you also…
Ilsa: This is Mr. Laszlo.
Laszlo: How do you do?
Rick: How do you do?
Laszlo: One hears a great deal about Rick in Casablanca.
Rick: And about Victor Laszlo everywhere.
Laszlo: Won't you join us for a drink?
Renault: Oh, no, Rick never…
Rick: Thanks, I will.
Renault: Well... a precedent is being broken. Er, Emile!
Laszlo: This is a very interesting café. I congratulate you.
Rick: And I congratulate you.
Laszlo: What for?
Rick: Your work.
Laszlo: Thank you. I try.
Rick: We all try. You succeed.
Renault: I can't get over you two.
She was asking about you earlier, Rick,
in a way that made me extremely jealous.
Ilsa: I wasn't sure you were the same.
Let's see, the last time we met.
Rick: It 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. I remember every detail.
The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
Ilsa: Yes. I put that dress away.
When the Germans march out, I'll wear it again.
Renault: Ricky, you're becoming quite human.
I suppose we have to thank you for that, Mademoiselle.
Laszlo: Ilsa, I don't wish to be the one to say it, but it's late.
Renault: So it is. And we have a curfew here in Casablanca.
It would never do for the chief of Police
to be found drinking after hours and have to fine himself.
Laszlo: I hope we didn't overstay our welcome.
Rick: Not at all.
Waiter: Your check, sir.
Rick: Oh, it's my party.
Renault: Another precedent gone.
This has been a very interesting evening.
I'll call you a cab. Gasoline rationing, time of night.
Laszlo: We'll come again.
Rick: Any time.
Ilsa: Say goodnight to Sam for me.
Rick: I will.
Ilsa: There's still nobody in the world
who can play "As Time Goes By" like Sam.
Rick: He hasn't played it in a long time.
Ilsa: Goodnight.
Laszlo: Goodnight.
Rick: Night.