| Classic Corner A Tribute to the Silver Screen 1942 
And so a torturous, round-about refugee trail sprang up.
Paris to Marseilles, across the Mediterranean to Oran [in Algeria],
then by train or auto or foot across the rim of Africa to
Casablanca in French Morocco.
Here the fortunate ones through money or influence or luck
might obtain exit visas and scurry to Lisbon,
and from Lisbon to the New World.
But the others wait in Casablanca, and wait and wait and wait. 
Ilsa: Play it once, Sam, for old times' sake.
Sam: I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa.
Ilsa: (whispered) Play it, Sam. Play 'As Time Goes By.'
Sam: Why, I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
Ilsa: I'll hum it for you.
(Ilsa hums two bars. Sam starts to play - without singing the lyrics.
She presses him to sing.) Sing it, Sam.
Renault: I can't get over you two.
She was asking about you earlier, Rick,
in a way that made me extremely jealous.
Ilsa: (to Rick) I wasn't sure you were the same. Let's see, the last time we met was -
Rick (finishing her sentence) La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa: How nice. You remembered. But of course, that was the day the Germans marched into Paris.
Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine. Rick: What's that you're playin?
Sam: Oh, just a little somethin' on my own.
Rick: Well, stop it! You know what I want to hear
Sam: No, I don't.
Rick: You played it for her, you can play it for me.
Sam: Well, I don't think I can remember...
Rick: If she can stand it, I can. Play it! 
Ilsa: Richard, Victor thinks I'm leaving with him. Haven't you told him?
Rick: No, not yet.
Ilsa: But it's all right. You were able to arrange everything?
Rick: Everything is quite all right.
Ilsa: Oh, Rick.
Rick: We'll tell him at the airport. (prophetically)
The less time to think, the easier for all of us. Please trust me.
Ilsa: Yes, I will. 
Rick: If that plane leaves the ground and you're not with him, you'll regret it.
Ilsa: No.
Rick: Maybe not today, and maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa: What about us?
Rick (romantically): We'll always have Paris. We didn't have - we'd - we'd 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. 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.
(She drops her head tearfully. He touches her chin and raises it to
gently bolster her up.)
Now, now.
Here's looking at you, kid.
Renault: It might be a good idea for you to disappear from Casablanca for a while. There's a Free French garrison over at Brazzaville [in French Equatorial Africa]. I could be induced to arrange a passage.
Rick: My letter of transit? I could use a trip. But it doesn't make any difference about our bet. You still owe me ten thousand francs.
Renault: And that ten thousand francs should pay our expenses.
Rick (quizzically) Our expenses? Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship. 
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