Casablanca1942

Rick:
Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this? I mean what you're fighting for.

Laszlo:
You might as well question why we breathe. If we stop breathing, we'll die. If we stop fighting our enemies, the world will die.

Rick:
Well, what of it? It'll be out of its misery.

Laszlo:
You know how you sound, Mr. Blaine? Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart. Each of us has a destiny - for good or for evil.

Rick:
I get the point.

Laszlo:
I wonder if you do. I wonder if you know that you're trying to escape from yourself, and that you'll never succeed.

Rick:
You seem to know all about my destiny.

Laszlo:
I know a good deal more about you than you suspect. I know, for instance, that you're in love with a woman. It is perhaps a strange circumstance that we both should be in love with the same woman. The first evening I came to this café, I knew there was something between you and Ilsa. Since no one is to blame, I - I demand no explanation. I ask only one thing. You won't give me the letters of transit. All right. But I want my wife to be safe. I ask you as a favor, to use the letters to take her away from Casablanca.

Rick:
You love her that much?

Laszlo:
Apparently you think of me only as the leader of a cause. Well, I'm also a human being. Yes, I love her that much.