Rick: Your cash is good at the bar.
Banker: What? Do you know who I am?
Rick: I do. You’re lucky the bar’s open to you.
Berger: We read five times that you were killed, in five different places.
Victor Laszlo: As you can see, it was true every single time.
Captain Renault: In 1935, you ran guns to Ethiopia. In 1936, you fought in Spain, on the Loyalist side.
Rick: I got well paid for it on both occasions.
Captain Renault: The winning side would have paid you much better.
Annina: Monsieur Rick, what kind of a man is Captain Renault?
Rick: Oh, he’s just like any other man, only more so.
Yvonne: [Yvonne is drunk] Give me another.
Rick: Sascha, she’s had enough.
Yvonne: Don’t listen to him, Sascha. Fill it up!
Sascha: Yvonne, I loff you, but he pays me.
Senor Ferrari: As the leader of all illegal activities in Casablanca, I am an influential and respected man.
[about Rick]
Major Strasser: You give him credit for too much cleverness. My impression was that he’s just another blundering American.
Captain Renault: We musn’t underestimate American blundering. I was with them when they blundered into Berlin in 1918.
[Ugarte sells exit visas]
Ugarte: You despise me, don’t you?
Rick: If I gave you any thought I probably would.
Ugarte: Rick, think of all the poor devils who can’t meet Renault’s price. I get it for them for half. Is that so… parasitic?
Rick: I don’t mind a parasite. I object to a cut-rate one.
Rick: I stick my neck out for nobody.
Rick: I’m sorry for asking. I forgot we said no questions.
Ilsa: Well, only one answer can take care of all our questions.
[She approaches his lips for a kiss]
Captain Renault: Ricky, I’m going to miss you. Apparently you’re the only one in Casablanca with less scruples than I.
Rick: Who are you really, and what were you before? What did you do and what did you think, huh?
Ilsa: We said no questions.
Rick: …Here’s looking at you, kid.
Rick: [looking over his own dossier which has been shown to him by Major Strasser] Are my eyes really brown?
[after observing the gambling tables at Rick's]
Customer: Are you sure this place is honest?
Carl: Honest? As honest as the day is long!
Ilsa: I love you so much. I hate war so much.
Ilsa: Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.
Captain Renault: Major Strasser has been shot. Round up the usual suspects.
Ilsa: Thank you for the coffee, monsieur. I shall miss that when I leave Casablanca.
Senor Ferrari: It was gracious of you to share it with me.
Captain Renault: [seeing a uniformed French officer talking heatedly to an Italian officer] If he ever gets a word in, it’ll be a major Italian victory.
Rick: I don’t like disturbances in my place.
[to the German officer]
Rick: Either lay off politics, or get out.
Captain Renault: I was informed you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a gross understatement.
Captain Renault: I’ve often speculated why you don’t return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Run off with a senator’s wife? I like to think you killed a man. It’s the Romantic in me.
Rick: It was a combination of all three.
Rick: If it’s December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?
Sam: What? My watch stopped.
Rick: I’d bet they’re asleep in New York. I’d bet they’re asleep all over America.
Captain Renault: [to Rick regarding Ilsa] She was asking about you earlier in a way that made me very jealous…
[Rick has just allowed Jan and Annina Brandel to win at roulette in order to get money for their exit visas]
Sascha: [kissing Rick on both cheeks] You have done a beautiful thing!
Rick: Get outta here, you crazy Russian!
Ilsa: A franc for your thoughts.
Rick: In America they’d bring only a penny, and, huh, I guess that’s about all they’re worth.
Ilsa: Well, I’m willing to be overcharged. Tell me.
Rick: Well, I was wondering…
Ilsa: Yes?
Rick: Why I’m so lucky. Why I should find you waiting for me to come along.
Ilsa: Why there is no other man in my life?
Rick: Uh-huh.
Ilsa: That’s easy: there was. And he’s dead.
Ugarte: You know, Rick, I have many a friend in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me, you are the only one I trust.
Captain Renault: Carl, see that Major Strasser gets a good table, one close to the ladies.
Carl: I have already given him the best, knowing he is German and would take it anyway.
Rick: 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?
Captain Renault: [to Ilsa] I was informed that you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a gross understatement.
Ilsa: [genuinely pleased] You’re very kind.
Rick: Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa: But, Richard, no, I… I…
Rick: Now, you’ve got to listen to me! You have any idea what you’d have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we’d both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn’t that true, Louie?
Captain Renault: I’m afraid Major Strasser would insist.
Ilsa: You’re saying this only to make me go.
Rick: I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: But what about us?
Rick: We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.
Rick: And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that. Now, now… Here’s looking at you kid.
Rick: You know what I want to hear.
Sam: [lying] No, I don’t.
Rick: You played it for her, you can play it for me!
Sam: [lying] Well, I don’t think I can remember…
Rick: If she can stand it, I can! Play it!