The Pianist

Father: "What do you think? Should I, should I take Uncle Szymon's portrait?"
Mother: "Take it, don't take it, take what you like! ... Can't you see I'm worried sick?"

"What do you think you're doing Szpilman? I saved your life. Now go! Get out! ... Don't run!"

Wladyslaw: "It's too small. There's 400,000 of us in Warsaw."
Henryk: "No, there's 360,000. So it will be easy."

Yehuda: "These will start the uprising. Majorek hides them in his underpants, and leaves them in toilets."
Majorek: "As many toilets as I can find. Germans never use Jewish toilets. They're too clean for them."

"And the Germans claim to be intelligent! You know what I think, I think they are totally stupid. I have a family to feed. I spend half my time here, waiting for them to let us through. Why do they think I come here, to listen to the music?"

Halina: "Have you seen this?"
Wladyslaw: "What? What? I'm working. What? What is this?"
Halina: "It's where they're going to put us."
Wladyslaw: "What do you mean 'put us'?"

Regina: "Quiet please. Quiet. Order, order! Please!"
Halina: "She's a lawyer, she likes order."
Regina: "Listen, just listen. The watch we put under the flower pots and the money we stuff in the violin."
Father: "Will I still be able to play?"
Wladyslaw: "Well... you'll find out."

Wladyslaw: "They bombed us, we're off the air."
Henryk: "Warsaw's not the only radio station."