BABY: So where’d you learn to be a dancer?

JOHNNY: Well, this guy came into this luncheonette one day and… we were all sitting around doing nothing. And he said that Arthur Murray was giving a test for instructors. So, if you passed… they teach you different dances, show you how to break them down, teach them.

BABY: What? No.

JOHNNY: Good. No, no, don’t look down. Look here. Good. And…

Now, bend your knees and go up. Go, go. Good try. Now, you’ll hurt me if you don’t trust me, all right? Now, go, go. Go. Good. Now, I’m gonna go up.

Bruce Channel: “Hey Baby”

Hey, hey, hey baby
I wanna know
if you’ll be my girl.
Hey, hey, hey baby
I wanna know
if you’ll be my girl.

When I saw you walking
down the street
I said that’s the kind of
gal I’d like to meet.
She’s so pretty
Lord, she’s fine
I’m gonna make her mine, all mine.

Hey, hey, hey baby

I wanna know
if you’ll be my girl.
 

When you turned and
walked away
that’s when I wanted to say
come on baby give me a whirl
I wanna know if you’ll be my girl.

SAM : Yes, ma’am. A lot of water under the bridge.

ILSA : Some of the old songs, Sam.

SAM : Yes, ma’am.

ILSA : Where is Rick?

SAM: I don’t know. I ain’t seen him all night.

ILSA : When will he be back?

SAM: Not tonight no more. He ain’t coming. Uh, he went home.

ILSA: Does he always leave so early?

SAM: Oh, he never… well… he’s got a girl up at the Blue Parrot. He goes up there all the time.

ILSA: You used to be a much better liar, Sam.

SAM: Leave him alone, Miss Ilsa. You’re bad luck to him.

ILSA: Play it once, Sam, for old time’s sake.

SAM: I don’t know what you mean, Miss Ilsa.

ILSA: Play it, Sam. Play “As Time Goes By.”

SAM: Oh I can’t remember it, Miss Ilsa. I’m a little rusty on it.

ILSA: I’ll hum it for you. Sing it, Sam.

SAM: You must remember this,

A kiss is just a kiss,

A sigh is just a sigh,

The fundamental things apply,

As time goes by.

And when two lovers woo,

They both say I love you,

On that you can rely,

No matter what the future brings,

As time goes by.

RICK: Sam, I thought I told you never to play…

RENAULT: (to Ilsa) 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?

RENAULT: Well 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, Emil!

LASZLO: This is a very interesting cafe. 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.

ILSA: No.

RICK: 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 good night 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: Good night.

LASZLO: Good night.

RICK: Good night.

Ruth: And where, exactly, do you live, Mr. Dawson?
Jack: Well, right now, my address is the R.M.S. Titanic. After that, I’m on God’s good humor.
Ruth: And how is it you have means to travel?
Jack: I work my way from place to place. You know, tramp steamers and such. But I won my ticket on Titanic here at a lucky hand at poker. A very lucky hand.
Archie: All life is a game of luck.
Cal: Mmm. A real man makes his own luck, Archie. Right, Dawson?
Jack: Mmm.
Ruth: And you find that sort of rootless existence appealing, do you?
Jack: Well,yes, ma’am, I do. I mean, got everything I need right here with me. Got air in my lungs and a few blank sheets of paper. I mean, I love waking up in the morning not knowing what’s going to happen or who I’m going to meet, where I’m going to wind up. Just the other night, I was sleeping under a bridge, and now here I am on the grandest ship in the world having champagne with you fine people. I’ll take some more of that.