The Pianist

Dorota: "Mr. Szpilman?"
Wladyslaw Szpilman: "Hello."
Dorota: "Oh, I came specially to meet you. I love your playing."
Wladyslaw Szpilman: "Who are you?"
Dorota: "My name is Dorota. I, I'm Jurek's sister... You're bleeding."

Wladyslaw: "You've got to give me something to do."
Yehuda: "You're an artist, Wladek. You do enough."
Wladyslaw: "I want to help. I want to do something."
Yehuda: "You're too well known, Wladek. And you know what? You musicians don't make good conspirators. You're too... too... musical!"

"20 zloty, that's all we have left, 20 zolty. What can I buy with 20 zloty? I am sick of cooking potatoes, potatoes, potatoes."

Dorota: "I nagged Jurek for weeks and weeks, and at last he gave in and said, 'Allright, come with me tomorrow'. So I came and... they bombed the station!"
Wladyslaw: "Meeting you like that was absolutely wonderful."
Dorota: "Really?"
Wladyslaw: "Yes. It was... it was unforgettable."

Jurek: "Come on Dorota, you can write him a fan letter later, this isn't the best time. Come on."
Wladyslaw: "Jurek! Where have you been hiding her?"

Henryk: "They don't give a damn about people suffering."
Wladyslaw: "And you blame me for their apathy, right?"
Henryk: "I do, because I see it everyday. They don't even notice what's going on around them."
Father: "I blame the Americans."
Wladyslaw: "For what, for my tie?"

"Ah, more Jewish police. You mean you want me to beat up Jews and catch the Gestapo spirit? I see."

"I love to see a woman playing the cello."