Major Strasser: Are you one of those people who cannot imagine the Germans in their beloved Paris?
Rick: It's not particularly my beloved Paris.
Heinz: Can you imagine us in London?
Rick: When you get there, ask me!
Captain Renault: Hmmh! Diplomatist!
Major Strasser: How about New York?
Rick: Well there are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn't advise you to try to invade.
Senator Joseph Paine: Let me go! I'm not fit to be a senator! I'm not fit to live! Expel me, not him! Willet Dam is a fraud! It's a crime against the people who sent me here - and I committed it! Every word that boy said is the truth! Every word about Taylor and me and graft and the rotten political corruption of my state! Every word of it is true! I'm not fit for office! I'm not fit for any place of honor or trust! Expel me, not that boy.
Senator Joseph Paine: He can raise public opinion against us - if any part of this sticks.
James Taylor: Aah, he'll never get started. I'll make public opinion out there within five hours! I've done it all my life. I'll blacken this punk so that he'll - You leave public opinion to me. Now, Joe, I think you'd better go back into the Senate and keep those Senators lined up.
Alicia: I've told you before, Mr. Devlin doesn't mean a thing to me.
Alexander Sebastian: I'd like to be convinced. Would you maybe care to convince me, Alicia, that Mr. Devlin means nothing to you?
Sir John Talbot: Yes, that's the sign of the werewolf.
Larry Talbot: That's just a legend though, isn't it?
Sir John Talbot: Yes, but like most legends, it must have some basis in fact. It's probably an ancient explanation of the dual personality in each of us. How does it go?"Even a man who is pure in heart and says his prayers by night may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms and Autumn moon is bright."
Sir John Talbot: All astronomers are amateurs. When it comes to the heavens, there's only one professional.
Sir John Talbot: You can't run away.
Larry Talbot: That's it! That's what she said.
Sir John Talbot: Who?
Larry Talbot: The gypsy woman.
Sir John Talbot: Gypsy woman? Now we're getting down to it. She's been filling your mind with this gibberish. This talk of werewolves and pentagrams. You're not a child Larry, you're a grown man and you believe in the superstitions of a Gypsy woman.
Maleva: You are not frightened, are you, Sir John?
Sir John Talbot: Frightened, of what?
Maleva: Of the night.
Sir John Talbot: Rubbish. You startled me.
Maleva: Don't be startled, Sir John. You have the silver cane for protection.
Sir John Talbot: Who are you?
Maleva: Hasn't your son told you?
Sir John Talbot: You're the gypsy that's been filling his mind with this werewolf nonsense.