Casablanca Monologue

Casablanca(ˌkasəˈblaNGkə,ˌkäsəˈbläNGkə) Monologue(-ˌäg,ˈmänlˌôg)

Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane(plān) with Victor(ˈviktər) where you belong(biˈlôNG). …Now, you’ve got to listen to me! You have any idea what you’d have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances(CHans) out of ten, we’d both wind up in a concentration(ˌkänsənˈtrāSHən) camp(kamp). Isn’t that true, Louie?

… I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret(riˈgret) it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life. … We’ll always have Paris(ˈparis). We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night. … And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble(ˈnōbəl), but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that. …Now, now… Here’s looking at you kid.

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