Brian Roberts: How's the, uh, gigolo campaign going?
Fritz Wendel: Terrible. This week, already I'm giving up three dinner invitations to spend thirty-two marks on her.
Brian Roberts: That's quite a sacrifice.
Fritz Wendel: And here's the craziness: I like it. God damn it.
Brian Roberts: What?
Fritz Wendel: I think I'm falling in love with her.
Brian Roberts: Oh, I'm so sorry.
Fritz Wendel: So am I.
Sally: Don't be so British.
Sally Bowles: Divine decadence darling.
Sally: Of course, I may bring a boyfriend home occasionally, but only occasionally, because I do think that one ought to go to the man's room if one can. I mean, it doesn't look so much as if one expected it, does it?
Brian Roberts: Aren't you ever gonna stop deluding yourself, hmm? Handling Max? Behaving like some ludicrous little underage femme fatale? You're... you're about as fatale as an after dinner mint.
Sally: Mayr tells Kost's fortune every morning, and it's always the same: "You will meet a strange man." Which under the circumstances is a pretty safe bet.
Sally: The only thing you can do with virgins like that is pounce.
Fritz Wendel: Do you know what she has done to me? It's terrible! She has turned me into an honest man.
Master of Ceremonies: Leave your troubles outside! Life is disappointing? Forget it.
Natalia: I am sorry to bother you, but I could not tell no one else. I do not know no other woman who gives her body so frequently... Oh! I am sorry, my English. Have I offended you?
Sally: Oh, no, not at all.
Sally: My God! It's enough to drive a girl into a convent! Do they have Jewish nuns?
Brian Roberts: You're American.
Sally: Oh God, how depressing! You're meant to think I'm an international woman of mystery. I'm working on it like mad.
Brian: Sally is rather knowledgeable in these areas.
Fritz: You do what Sally says, you end up I think in prison.
Master of Ceremonies: Outside it is windy, but inside it is so hot, every night we have ze battle to keep the girls from taking off all their clothing. So don't go away, who knows? Tonight we may lose the battle.
Brian: What is it darling?
Sally: GOD damn IT, I'M going to have A baby.
Brian: Screw Maximilian.
Sally: I do.
Brian: So do I.
Sally: You two bastards.
Brian: Two? Two? Shouldn't that be three?