Shine

Cecil Parkes:
You must play as if there's no tomorrow.

Peter:
Religion is nonsense.

Ben Rosen:
It's also a gold mine if you know where to dig.

Isaac Stern:
America. You know, land of the free, home of the brave. You know, Mickey Mouse.

Peter Helfgott:
In this world only the strong survive. The weak get crushed like insects.

David:
It's a tough game, isn't it Roger?

Roger:
It's a bloodsport.

Gillian:
Is that the water running?

Sylvia:
David? Where in God's heaven is he?

Cecil Parkes:
Rachmaninov? Are you sure?

David:
Kind of. I'm not really sure about anything.

Cecil Parkes:
The Rach 3. It's monumental.

David:
It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could everest play.

Peter:
No-one will love you like me, no-one like me.

Gillian:
Your first concert in years and you wear odd shoes.

Sylvia:
What can we do for you, David?

David:
Do for me, Sylvia, what, yes, got to stop talking, got to stop, got to stop, it's a problem isn't it? Is it a problem?

Cecil Parkes:
The page! For God's sake, the notes!

Peter Helfgott:
I'm sorry sir, I keep forgetting the notes.

Cecil Parkes:
Will it be asking too much to learn them first?

David:
Would you marry me?

Gillian:
Well, it wouldn't be very practical, David.

David:
Practical? No, of course not. Of course not. But then neither am I, Gillian. Neither am I. I'm not very practical at all.

Sylvia:
You'll miss the plane!

Gillian:
It's sweet of you, David. I don't know what to say.

David:
The stars, Gillian darling! Ask the stars!

Cecil Parkes:
Rachmaninov? Are you sure?

David:
Kind of. I'm not really sure about anything.

Cecil Parkes:
The Rach 3. It's monumental.

David:
It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could ever play.

Cecil Parkes:
No one's ever been mad enough to attempt the Rach Three.

David:
Am I mad enough, professor? Am I?

Gillian:
How do you feel?

David:
I'm shocked, stunned and amazed.