Peter LorreQuotes

Mr. Moto: Please don't be alarmed. I am only attempting to break into the safe.

Bob Hitchings: Are you hurt?

Kentaro Moto: No, thank you. Only a slight mishap.

Bob Hitchings: Gee, I thought sure we were gonna kill somebody.

Kentaro Moto: Mr. Moto is a very difficult fellow to kill.

Bob Hitchings: Stanford, 34.

Kentaro Moto: Stanford, 21; honorary member.

Bob Hitchings: What do you know about that! Moto, 21, let's see... oh, I remember reading about you. You broke a pole-vault record, didn't you?

Kentaro Moto: Now I would only break the pole.

Bob Hitchings: Now I know who you are! You're the Japanese Sandman.

Kentaro Moto: [shakes head] Strange people, these Americans.

Kentaro Moto: Half the world spends its time laughing at the other half, and both are fools.

Kentaro Moto: You've been a great help, and I want to thank you.

Twister McGurk: I wanna thank you too, pal. That hold yuh showed me I'm gonna keep in my wretlin "prepatory.

The Stranger: [suddenly grabs her arm] They send you to take me back?

Jane: [frightened] No. Who?

The Stranger: [cautiously looks over his shoulder] Don't you know? The people who lock you up.

Jane: Oh, no. Of course not.

The Stranger: How do I know I can trust you?

Jane: [nervously] Well, they... they, they wouldn't send a woman, would they?

The Stranger: [laughs; laughs, then continues dispassionately] No. No, they... they wouldn't send a woman. The only person who ever was kind to me was a woman. She's dead now.

Jane: Oh... Why? Why do they want to lock you up?

The Stranger: Oh, so they can hurt me. They... they put you in a shirt with, uh... long sleeves and... they pour ice water on you.

The Stranger: [to Jane, in dark street] Come along... and I'll see that nothing happens to you.

The Stranger: I want a couple of hamburgers, and I'd like them raw.

Felix Gillie: And what if I tell them the truth and say it was all your idea in the first place?

Waldo Trumbull: Mr. Gillie... Felix... friend... I put it to you, who in your discerning estimation are the police most likely to believe, hm? Mr. W. Trumble, respected local citizen and entrepreneur of death, or Mr. Felix Gillie... wanted fugitive and confessed bank robber?

Felix Gillie: [pause] I never confessed! They just proved it.

Felix Gillie: [he and Trumbull are sitting on the coffin, trying to keep it closed and referring to Mr. Black, who's inside the coffin] For a man in his condition, he has a lot of energy!

Waldo Trumbull: The stubborn old crackpot! I could have sworn that he was dead!

Felix Gillie: It's about time!

Waldo Trumbull: I've never had such an uncooperative customer in my life!

Archibald Featherstone: I'm frightfully sorry. Say, I did let the cat out of the bag, didn't I?

Mr. Moto: Yes, even the poor animal's tail.

Conrad Ryler: Isn't this your handwriting, Hilary?

Hilary Cummins: No, it's Ingram's. His hand wrote it. Don't you see? The hand, it must be here! I have to find it, it must be somewhere!

Clara: The Devil's haunting this house! The Devil! Signor Ingram's hand!

Giovanna: Quickly, before it catches up with us!

Antonio: Ah, you're always imagining things. The night your grandmother died, you heard skeletons rattling.

Clara: Well if you don't believe me, why are you running away?

Antonio: Well, it can't hurt to be on the safe side.

Hilary Cummins: Look, there they go. Giovanna, Antonio, and Clara. They're more afraid of ghosts than of the law.

Ovidio Castanio: The law doesn't like it too much either. If I were not the Commissario, I would be right with them.

Francis Ingram: Hilary, do you know why you are here?

Hilary Cummins: No, I don't. Some anniversary perhaps?

Francis Ingram: No, no such thing. I merely want your testimony... that I am not insane. It's very important to me to be certain that not one of you thinks I am of unsound mind. Bruce, you are an artist, a musician, You've been with me a long time. You've been with me constantly; therefore you are in a position to speak. Are you convinced that there is nothing wrong with... with my mental balance?

Conrad Ryler: Your mental balance is equal to mine, and while I consider that a tribute to your sanity, there are certain people in San Stefano who consider me... slightly eccentric. Perhaps they're right.

Karl Heiser:: He has his own ideas, and that's dangerous. The Fuhrer doesn't like people who think their own thoughts.

Baron Ikito: Occidental decay is nowhere more apparent than in that childish sentimentality of white men for their women.

Doctor Gogol: To be near you like this is more happiness than I've ever known.

Yvonne Orlac: But Dr. Gogol, quite frankly, I asked you here to come here to talk about Stephen, and you must tell me the truth. Will he ever be able to play again? I mean, as he used to play?

Doctor Gogol: Her thoughts are only for him!

Yvonne Orlac: He's my husband and I love him.

Doctor Gogol: Is there no room in your heart, even pity for a man who has never known the love of a woman but - but who has worshiped you since the day he first walked by that absurd little theater...

Yvonne Orlac: Dr. Gogol, please.

Doctor Gogol: Oh, I can't be silent any longer! You are a woman, you must have known!

Yvonne Orlac: Yes, yes, I knew of your feelings for me. I traded on them. And since you saved Stephen I feel deeper friendship for you than for anyone, but I can give you nothing else in return.

Doctor Gogol: Nothing!

Yvonne Orlac: Nothing. Even if I didn't love him, there's something about you that...

Doctor Gogol: Repulses you.

Yvonne Orlac: Frightens me.

Doctor Gogol: You are cruel! But only to be kind.

Yvonne Orlac: Oh, thank you for trying to understand.

Danforth - aka Richard Burke: Moto, I'm beginning to believe all the stories I've heard about you.

Mr. Kentaro Moto: Please do not. I do not.

Stephen Danel: [pointing a gun at Mark] Good evening, Mr. Smith. I was waiting for you. I was hoping you'd come soon.

Mark Sheldon: Cort's out there, and a couple of men. They're armed and they're coming in.

Stephen Danel: [Calls; Lorraine comes in] You didn't come to see me, you came to see my wife. Come, Mr. Smith, I'll get her for you. Wait. Lorraine. Lorraine! Forgive me, Mr. Smith, she'll be here in a moment. You must stand very close to him, very close. Yes, Lorraine, smile. He likes you when you smile, Lorraine.

Mark Sheldon: Listen to me. That gang's coming after her.

Stephen Danel: When I find a flaw in a diamond I throw it away. It's so hard to remember, it's a long time ago. Everything on this island belonged to me. Everything. And it was beautiful. My wife, beautiful. So beautiful. And then you came and you touched my wife.

Stephen Danel: [Armed prisoner drops gun; to Mark] Drop that gun! Come in, gentlemen, come in. I want you to meet my wife - Don't touch her! You'll forget him, Lorraine. You'll forget everything after a while. I want you to meet these gentlemen. They are your friends, you'll like them. I'm going to let you go back with them. I want you to be happy. But you must say goodbye to Mr. Smith.

Stephen Danel: I'm not going to kill you, Lorraine. I want you to live... live for a long time.

Stephen Danel: Everything... on this island belonged to me... everything... everything... belongs to me... for as long as I... live...

Stephen Danel: I've been away for a long time. You should be very glad to see me.

Lorraine Danel: I hate the sight of you!

Stephen Danel: I know that. Lorraine, you have been in Mr. Smith's arms. Nothing like that must ever happen again, it embarrasses me. You're my wife, and he's a murderer.

Lorraine Danel: And what are you?

Stephen Danel: [Takes a jewelry box from his pocket] I'm your husband. Lorraine, remember this stone?

Lorraine Danel: You can't bribe me with that!

Stephen Danel: Why should I bribe you?

Lorraine Danel: You've tried everything else and failed. No matter what you do, you'll always fail!

Stephen Danel: I've never failed and I never will fail.

Lorraine Danel: I won't wear that! You can't make me!

Stephen Danel: [Puts necklace on her] Of course you will. So Mr. Smith approves of my taste, huh? There's only one thing Mr. Smith doesn't know. What I own I keep. But he'll learn. So will you.

Dr. Rosener: What do you plan to do about him?

Stephen Danel: What do I plan to do about him? I have many plans for Mr. Smith.

Stephen Danel: Crying, Lorraine? Many men are whipped on this island. You've never cried before.

Stephen Danel: You ought to do something about your nervous condition, Mr. Brand. You must never talk too much. Nervous men sometimes talk too much, and they make mistakes, and you musn't make mistakes, Mr. Brand.

Stephen Danel: [to Capt. Cort who's about to flog Mark Sheldon, a.k.a. Mr. Smith] Don't overdo it, Captain. There's a lot Mr. Smith ought to tell me and he may want to tell me before you finish. Oh, and be sure that he's able to work tomorrow.

Stephen Danel: [Unlocking the gate; Mark reaches up to touch wire fencing] One moment, gentlemen. We have no police on the island, so one has to take certain precautions. Oh, I wouldn't touch those wires if I were you, Mr. Smith. There's a slight electrical current passing through them, to keep out the animals and snakes. You see the jungle comes awfully close to us here.

Stephen Danel: You'll forgive me if I don't ask you to sit down, Mr. Smith, but your clothes and my furniture... I'm sure you'll understand.

Joel Cairo: [to Kasper Gutman] You! It’s you who bungled it! You and your stupid attempt to buy it! You ... you imbecile! You bloated idiot! You stupid fat-head, you!

Hans Beckert: I can't help what I do! I can't help it, I can't…

Criminal: [[Courts|court] The old story! We never can help it in ]!

Hans Beckert: [[Criminals] What do you know about it? Who are you anyway? Who are you? ]? Are you proud of yourselves? Proud of breaking safes or cheating at cards? Things you could just as well keep your fingers off. You wouldn't need to do all that if you'd learn a proper trade, or if you'd work. If you weren't a bunch of lazy bastards. But I… I can't help myself! I have no control over this, this evil thing inside of me, the fire, the voices, the torment!

Schränker: Do you mean to say that you have to murder?

Hans Beckert: It's there all the time, driving me out to wander the streets, following me, silently, but I can feel it there. It's me, pursuing myself! I want to escape, to escape from myself! But it's impossible. I can't escape, I have to obey it. I have to run, run… endless streets. I want to escape, to get away! And I'm pursued by ghosts. Ghosts of mothers and of those children… they never leave me. They are always there… always, always, always! Except... when I do it, when I… Then I can't remember anything. And afterwards I see those posters and read what I've done, and read, and read… did I do that? But I can't remember anything about it! But who will believe me? Who knows what it's like to be me? How I'm forced to act… how I must, must… don't want to, must! Don't want to, but must! And then a voice screams! I can't bear to hear it! I can't go on! I can't… I can't…

Hans Beckert: [[common law] I demand to be handed over to the jurisdiction of the ]!

Criminal 1: Quite a performance! That's not bad, that, ha, ha, ha!

Schränker: That would suit you, wouldn't it?

Conman: [sarcastically] Anything else you'd like?

Schränker: So that you can invoke paragraph fifty-one…

Criminal 2: That's it.

Schränker: [[Psychiatric hospital|institution; [Weimar Republic|the state; [Mental health|mental illness] And spend the rest of your life in an ] at ]'s expense ... And then you'd escape… or else there'd be a pardon and there you are, free as air, with a pass, protected by the law because of ]. Off again chasing little girls. No, no. Very dry. We're not going to let that happen.

Hans Beckert: [horrified; [Homicide|Murder] But… but… do you want to kill me then? ] me, just like that?

Schränker: We just want to render you harmless. That's what we want. But you'll only be harmless when you're dead.

Hans Beckert: And who are you?

Elderly Lawyer: [[honor; [Lawyers|defense counsel] I have the dubious ] of being your ]. But I am afraid it won't be much use to you.

Captain Nemo: We are taking the Nautilus down for the last time.

Man: We understand sir, and we're with you.

Ned Land: Wait a minute. I don't understand. What's that gotta do with us?

Captain Nemo: I'm dying, and the Nautilus is dying with me. Professor?

Professor Aronnax: Yes.

Captain Nemo: In a matter of minutes, an explosion, such as the world has never known, will destroy my island and all its works forever. That is why I have brought the Nautilus... here, to its last, deep resting place. Here at least, we will die in peace. Let every man go to his quarters and remain there.

Ned Land: Why do you take us down with you?

Captain Nemo: Lock them in their quarters.

Man: Aye, sir. Take them out.

Conseil: I don't want to die! Don't let him do it! I want no part of this!

Professor Aronnax: Captain, you cannot do this. There is more at stake here than just our lives. Yours was a dream of the future come true. I beg you to reconsider.

Captain Nemo: A power greater than mine makes that impossible. But there is hope for the future. When the world is ready for a new and better life, all this will someday come to pass... in God's good time.

Conseil: What?

Ned Land: Get drunk!

Ned Land: [after Captain Farragut announces that he is ending the search] Cheer up, Professor. You'll forget all about fishing when you see the gals in Saigon.

Professor Aronnax: I thought they promised you a bonus if you harpooned this monster, Mr. Land.

Ned Land: Knowing full well I couldn't collect it. When I get back, I'm shipping out on the first whaler that'll take me. I won't get rich, but I won't be sitting around picking my teeth with my harpoon.

Conseil: Maybe we are lucky. It might have sunk us.

Ned Land: You scare me. Be a good loser, Professor. The fish that got away is always the biggest one.

Conseil: Ah, what a pity, Professor. I know you had visions of that monster mounted in the National Museum.

Dr. Einstein: At least people in plays act like they've got sense.

Mortimer: Oh, you think so? Did you ever see anybody in a play act like they got any intelligence?

Dr. Einstein: [agonizing] How can anybody be so stupid!

Ugarte: Too bad about those two German couriers, wasn't it?

Rick: They got a lucky break. Yesterday, they were just two German clerks. Today, they're the Honored Dead.

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

Rick: I forgive you.

Ugarte: You despise me, don't you?

Rick: If I gave you any thought, I probably would.

Ugarte: But why? 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. Well 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 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.

Ugarte: Well, Rick, after tonight, I'll be through with the whole business, and I'm leaving finally, this Casablanca.

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.