Wladyslaw Szpilman: It's an official decree, no Jews allowed in the parks.
Dorota: What, are you joking?
Wladyslaw Szpilman: No, I'm not. I would suggest we sit down on a bench, but that's also an official decree, no Jews allowed on benches.
Dorota: This is absurd.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: So, we should just stand here and talk, I don't think we're not allowed to do that.
Dorota: I nagged Jurek for weeks and weeks, and at last he gave in and said, "Allright, come with me tomorrow." So I came and... they bombed the station.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Meeting you like that was absolutely wonderful.
Dorota: Really?
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Yes. It was... it was unforgettable.
Dorota: No-one play Chopin like you.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: I hope that's a compliment.
Sabina Spielrein: What can grow without rain? What can burn for years without end? Stone can grow without rain. But only love can burn for years without end.
