Ilsa- Youâ€™re saying this only to make me go
Rick-Iâ€™m saying this because itâ€™s true. Inside of us we both know you belong with Victor. Youâ€™re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and youâ€™re not with him, youâ€™ll regret it.
Rick-Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa-But what about us?
Rick-Weâ€™ll always have Paris. We didnâ€™t have, we lost it, until you came to Casablanca, We got it back last night.
Ilsa- And I said I would never leave you
Rick- And you never will. But Iâ€™ve got a job to do, too. Where Iâ€™m going, you canâ€™t follow. What Iâ€™ve got to do, you canâ€™t be part of. Ilsa, Iâ€™m no good at being noble, but it doesnâ€™t take much to see that the problems of three little people donâ€™t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Some day youâ€™ll understand that.
(her eyes fill with tears, he puts his hand to her chin and raises her face to meet his own) Hereâ€™s looking at you, kid.