1. Climate of Casablanca

RENAULT: You may find the climate of Casablanca a trifle warm, Major.

STRASSER: Oh, we Germans must get used to all climates, from Russia to the Sahara. But perhaps you were not referring to the weather.

RENAULT: (sidesteps the implication with a smile) What else, my dear Major?

2. What makes saloon-keepers so snobbish?

INT. RICK'S CAFE - GAMBLING ROOM - NIGHT

Their is much activity at the various tables. At one table TWO WOMEN and a MAN play cards. They glance at another table. One of them calls to Carl.

FIRST WOMAN: Uh, waiter.

CARL: Yes, Madame?

FIRST WOMAN: Will you ask Rick if he'll have a drink with us?

CARL: Madame, he never drinks with customers. Never. I have never seen him.

SECOND WOMAN: (disappointedly) What makes saloon-keepers so snobbish?

MAN: (to Carl) Perhaps if you told him I ran the second largest banking house in Amsterdam.

CARL: The second largest? That wouldn't impress Rick. The leading banker in Amsterdam is now the pastry chef in our kitchen.

MAN: We have something to look forward to.

CARL: And his father is the bell boy.

Carl laughs.

3. Cut-rate parasite

UGARTE: You are a very cynical person, Rick, if you'll forgive me for saying so.

Ugarte sits down.

RICK: (shortly) I forgive you.

[...]

UGARTE: (to Rick, sadly) You despise me, don't you?

RICK: (indifferently) If I gave you any thought, I probably would.

UGARTE: But why?

UGARTE: Oh, you object to the kind of business I do, huh? But think of all those poor refugees who must rot in this place if I didn't help them. That's not so bad. Through ways of my own I provide them with exit visas.

RICK: For a price, Ugarte, for a price.

UGARTE: But think of all the poor devils who cannot meet Renault's price. I get it for them for half. Is that so parasitic?

RICK: I don't mind a parasite. to a cut-rate one.

[...]

Ugarte takes an envelope from his pocket and lays it on the table.

UGARTE: Look, Rick, do you know what this is? Something that even you have never seen. Letters of transit signed by General de Gaulle. Cannot be rescinded, not even questioned.

Rick appears ready to take them form Ugarte.

UGARTE: One moment. Tonight I'll be selling those for more money than even I have ever dreamed of, and then, addio Casablanca! You know, Rick, I have many friends in Casablanca, but somehow, just because you despise me you're the only one I trust. Will you keep these for me? Please.

4. Isolationism is no longer a practical policy

FERRARI: Hello, Rick.

RICK: Hello, Ferrari. How's business at the Blue Parrot?

FERRARI: Fine, but I would like to buy your cafe.

RICK: It's not for sale.

FERRARI: You haven't heard my offer.

RICK: It's not for sale at any price.

FERRARI: What do you want for Sam?

RICK: I don't buy or sell human beings.

FERRARI: That's too bad. That's Casablanca's leading commodity. In refugees alone we could make a fortune if you would work with me through the black market.

RICK: Suppose you run your business and let me run mine.

FERRARI: Suppose we ask Sam. Maybe he'd like to make a change.

RICK: Suppose we do.

FERRARI: My dear Rick, when will you realize that in this world today isolationism is no longer a practical policy?

5. I never make plans that far ahead

Rick looks the check over and tears it up. Yvonne has never taken her eyes off Rick.

YVONNE: Where were you last night?

RICK: That's so long ago, I don't remember.

YVONNE: Will I see you tonight?

RICK: (matter-of-factly) I never make plans that far ahead.

6. Waters

RENAULT: I have often speculated on why you don't return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Did you run off with a senator's wife? I like to think you killed a man. It's the romantic in me.

Rick still looks in the direction of the airport.

RICK: It was a combination of all three.

RENAULT: And what in heaven's name brought you to Casablanca?

RICK: My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.

RENAULT: Waters? What waters? We're in the desert.

RICK: I was misinformed.

RENAULT: Huh!

7. I stick my neck out for nobody

INT. RICK'S CAFE - MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

They pass Sam at the piano. pats Sam on the shoulder. He's playing "Baby Face".

RENAULT: Rick, there's going to be some excitement here tonight. We are going to make an arrest in your cafe.

RICK: (somewhat annoyed) What, again?

RENAULT: This is no ordinary arrest. A murderer, no less.

Rick's eyes react. Involuntarily, they glance toward the gambling room.

Renault catches the look.

RENAULT: If you are thinking of warning him, don't put yourself out. He cannot possibly escape.

RICK: I stick my neck out for nobody.

RENAULT: A wise foreign policy.

8. Fox and Hound

STRASSER: In this case, you have no sympathy for the fox, huh?

RICK: Not particularly. I understand the point of view of the hound, too.

9. Play it, Sam

Ilsa sits alone at her table.

ILSA: (to waiter) Will you ask the piano player to come over here, please?

WAITER: Very well, Mademoiselle.

Sam wheels in the piano to Ilsa's table. On his face is that funny fear.

Ilsa herself is not as self-possessed as she tries to appear. There is something behind this, some mystery.

ILSA: Hello, Sam.

SAM: Hello, Miss Ilsa. I never expected to see you again.

He sits down and is ready to play.

ILSA: It's been a long time.

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

ILSA: Some of the old songs, Sam.

SAM: Yes, ma'am.

Sam begins to play a number. He is nervous, waiting for anything.

[...]

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.

Of course he can. He doesn't want to play it. He seems even more scared now.

ILSA: I'll hum it for you.

Ilsa starts to hum.

Sam begins to play it very softly.

ILSA: Sing it, Sam.

And Sam sings.

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.

The door to the gambling room opens. Rick comes swinging out. He's heard the music and he's livid.

SAM:

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 walks briskly up to the piano.

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

As he sees Ilsa he stops short.

Sam stops playing.

Two close-ups reveal Ilsa and Rick seeing each other.

Rick appears shocked.

For a long moment he just looks at her.

Sam prepares to move the piano away.

10. Of All the Gin Joints In All the Towns In All the World...

Sam sits down at the piano and starts to play softly, improvising.

RICK: They grab Ugarte and she walks in. Well, that's the way it goes. One in, one out. Sam?

SAM: Yeah, boss?

RICK: Sam, if it's December 1941 in Casablanca, what time is it in New York?

SAM: Uh, my watch stopped.

RICK: I bet they're asleep in New York. I'll bet they're asleep all over America.

Suddenly he pounds the table and buries his head in his arms. Then he raises his head, trying to regain control.

RICK: Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.