Here’s looking at you, kid.
We’ll always have Paris.
Play it, Sam. Play ‘As Time Goes By’.
Round up the usual suspects.
I stick my neck out for nobody.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
I’m shocked—shocked—to find that gambling is going on in here!
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.
Here’s to looking at you, kid.
I’m just a poor slob who’s lucky enough to enjoy the life he leads.
Welcome to Casablanca, Mr. Rick.
Perhaps I was a little hasty in saying I was the enemy of all Germans.
My feelings? Well, I try to keep them out of my heart.
The problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world.
I never make plans that far ahead.
When in Rome, kiss the Romans.
The Germans wore gray, you wore blue.
Are my eyes really that cold and calculating?
I’m on their blacklist—their roll of honor.
You’re fighting for a lost cause.
How extravagant you are, throwing away women like that.
I was informed just a few minutes ago that your husband was shot.
I didn’t come here to be insulted.
One woman has hurt you, and you take your revenge on the rest of the world.
Kissing you was like shaking hands.
It might be a good idea for you to disappear from Casablanca.
If we stop breathing, we’ll die.
I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow.
Why don’t you go back to Bulgaria?
We’ll leave for America together.
It’s not the first time I’ve been threatened by a gun.
I’m leaving Casablanca in a few hours!
I’m sorry for asking. Well, I’m not sorry, but…
I’m sitting at the best table in Casablanca.
The world’s still the same. There’s just less of it.
All the lights are coming on now. ‘Mississippi’ continues playing.
I came to Casablanca for the waters.
I hope you’re not leading me into a snare.
I bet they could arrest half the people in Casablanca if they put their minds to it.
It’s a shame, he’s such a promising politician.
I should never have switched from scotch to martinis.
I’m the only cause I’m interested in.
You’re a sentimentalist.
The day you betrays me, I die.
Louie, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
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