Name: Casablanca
Genre: romance film, war film, drama film, flashback film, film noir
Duration: 102 min
Cast: Humphrey Bogart, Ingrid Bergman, Paul Henreid, Claude Rains, Conrad Veidt

A police captain in a kepi smokes on a foggy night airfield as gendarmes gather by a transport plane under a searchlight. — Original artwork

Major Strasser has been shot. Round up the usual suspects.

Capt. Renault

A police captain in a white uniform sips a drink at the bar of a smoky Moroccan nightclub. — Original artwork

My dear Ricky, you overestimate the influence of the Gestapo. I don't interfere with them and they don't interfere with me. In Casablanca I am master of my fate! I am...

Capt. Renault

An officer in a trench coat waits beside a propeller plane on a foggy airfield at night. — Original artwork

This is the end of the chase.

Capt. Renault

A police captain in a white uniform stands among the gamblers at a roulette table in a smoky casino. — Original artwork

What on Earth brought you to Casablanca?

Capt. Renault

A woman and a man in a tuxedo share a close moment in a lamplit room above a moonlit city. — Original artwork

Kiss me. Kiss me as if it were the last time.

Ilsa Lund

Painterly open atlas with a brass compass, wooden spoon and shell on warm cream. — Original artwork

What is your nationality?

Major Strasser

A tiny figure tumbles into a ditch in green felt, with a shoe left near the edge. — Original artwork

You give him credit for too much cleverness. My impression was that he's just another blundering American.

Major Strasser

A small brass padlock closed around a tiny glass bell on a forest green felt cushion. — Original artwork

How can you close me up? On what grounds?

Rick Blaine

Two men walk away together into the fog of a night airfield, a plane behind them and a bottle in a wastebasket in the foreground. — Original artwork

Louis, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.

Rick Blaine

In black and white, a man slumps alone at a table with a bottle in an empty nightclub after closing, chairs upturned, the pianist playing softly nearby. — Original artwork

Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine.

Rick Blaine

A couple in trench coats and hats stand by a waiting plane on a rainy night airfield, a dreamlike Paris skyline fading into the mist behind. — Original artwork

We'll always have Paris. We didn't have Paris, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.

Rick Blaine

Small empty slate chair facing a standing oval mirror — Original artwork

Who are you really? And what were you before? And what did you do? And what did you think?

Rick Blaine

In black and white, a man raises a champagne glass to a woman in a white hat at a Paris cafe window as soldiers march past outside. — Original artwork

Here’s looking at you, kid.

Rick Blaine

A small brass flashlight casting a gold beam across a dark floor toward a tiny green gate. — Original artwork

Might as well be frank, monsieur. It would take a miracle to get you out of Casablanca, and the Germans have outlawed miracles.

Senor Ferrari

One small red chair set apart from a cluster of grey chairs on a dark floor. — Original artwork

You despise me, don't you?

Ugarte

A cream telephone sits on a wooden table in a dark room beside a coldly lit window. — Original artwork

Where were you last night?

Yvonne

A woman in a pale gown stands by the piano in a smoky Moroccan nightclub while the pianist plays and a man in a white jacket leans on the piano. — Original artwork

Play it, Sam. Play 'As Time goes By.'

Ilsa Lund