Benjamin Dingle: Say, what brought you here, Mr. Carter?
Joe Carter: Railroad.
Benjamin Dingle: No, I mean, what's your job?
Joe Carter: I'm a mechanic. I work in a baby carriage factory.
Benjamin Dingle: Where?
Joe Carter: California.
Benjamin Dingle: San Francisco?
Joe Carter: Burbank.
Benjamin Dingle: Baby carriage factory, eh?
Joe Carter: Yep. Tokyo Baby Carriage Corporation - plain and fancy baby carriages for carrying babies to Tokyo.
Benjamin Dingle: Oh. Maybe you think this is none of my business.
Joe Carter: Maybe I do.
Benjamin Dingle: Probably your name isn't even Bill Carter.
Joe Carter: Probably not. It's probably Joe Carter.

[pouring coffee but there is very little left because he accidently spilled most of it out a few minutes earlier]
Benjamin Dingle: There's a war going on Ms. Milligan!

Scarlett: You're a conceited, black heated vulture and I don't know I let you come in and see me.
Rhett Butler: I'll tell you why, Scarlett. The war can't last much longer.
Scarlett: Really, Rhett. Why?
Rhett Butler: There's a little battle going on right now.

Captain Renault: In 1935, you ran guns to Ethiopia. In 1936, you fought in Spain, on the Loyalist side.
Rick: I got well paid for it on both occasions.
Captain Renault: The winning side would have paid you much better.

Ilsa: I love you so much. I hate war so much.

Sherif Ali: Does it surprise you, Mr Bentley? Surely, you know the Arabs are a barbarous people. Barbarous and cruel. Who but they! Who but they!

T.E. Lawrence: No, they're still there, but they've no boots. Prisoners, sir. We took them prisoners; the entire garrison. No, that's not true. We killed some; too many really. I'll manage it better next time. There's been a lot of killing, one way or another. Cross my heart and hope to die, it's all perfectly true.

Sherif Ali: [Ali shots Tafas dead while riding his camel. He stops his camel and jumps down to see Tafas' body] He is dead.
T.E. Lawrence: yes... why?
Sherif Ali: this is my well.
[mentioning the well Lawrence and Tafas just used for resting]
T.E. Lawrence: I have drunk from it.
Sherif Ali: You are welcome.
T.E. Lawrence: He was my friend.
Sherif Ali: That?
[mentioning Tafas]
T.E. Lawrence: Yes, that.
Sherif Ali: [Ali walks towards peter and grabs tafas' gun lying on the sand] This pistol yours?
T.E. Lawrence: No, his.
Sherif Ali: [Ali places the pistol to his waist and walks towards the well] His?
[mentioning the tincup near the well]
T.E. Lawrence: Mine.
Sherif Ali: hen i will use it.
[pulls some water out of well]
Sherif Ali: ... your friend... was a Hazimi of the Beni Salem.
T.E. Lawrence: I know.
Sherif Ali: [Ali salutes Lawrence and drinks his water] I am Ali ibn el Kharish.
T.E. Lawrence: I have heard of you.
Sherif Ali: So... What was a Hazimi doing here?
T.E. Lawrence: He was taking me to help Prince Feisal.
Sherif Ali: You've been sent from Cairo?
T.E. Lawrence: Yes.
Sherif Ali: I have been in Cairo for my schooling. I can both read and write... my Lord Feisal already has an Englishman.
T.E. Lawrence: Yes.
Sherif Ali: What is your name?
T.E. Lawrence: My name is for my friend.
[Ali walks away]
T.E. Lawrence: None of my friends is a murderer.
Sherif Ali: You are angry, English. [Ali climbs his camel] Sherif Ali: He was nothing. The well is everything... The Hazimi may not drink at our wells. He knew that... Salaam.