Oskar Schindler: [to Emilie Schindler] No doorman or Maitre d' will ever mistake you again. I promise.
S.S. Guard: Occupation?
Moses: I am a writer. I play the flute.
Itzhak Stern: But Moses is also a skilled metal worker. He can make pots, he can make tanks, he can make whatever Mr Schindler asks.
Rolf Czurda: A one-armed Machinist, Oskar?
Oskar Schindler: He was a Metal-Press Operator! Quite skilled.
Itzhak Stern: [Oskar has apparently handed him cyanide capsules] Don't let things fall apart, Oskar. I work too hard.
Amon Goeth: [addressing prisoners] Nobody knows who stole the chicken, hmm?
S.S. Guard: Tell him about the chicken!
Amon Goeth: A man walks around with a chicken and nobody notices this...
S.S. Guard: Save yourselves, save yourself. Tell him about the chicken!
Oskar Schindler: Cry, and I will have you arrested! I swear to God!
Amon Goeth: [Loads a rifle and points it in her face]
Amon's Girlfriend: Amon, you're such a damn fucking child!
Amon Goeth: Wakey-wakey.
Amon's Girlfriend: Make coffee.
Amon Goeth: Make it yourself.
[first lines]
[a Hebrew prayer is chanted, followed by a flashback to 1940s Poland]
Krakow registrar: Name?
S.S. Guard: [a Doctor is carrying a sick woman] She's as good as dead. Leave her.
Man in Pharmacy: Give me a moment. Let me bring her inside.
S.S. Guard: [the SS man shoots the woman in the head] You can join her or join the line.
Oskar Schindler: Someday this is all going to end, you know. I was going to say we'll have a drink then.
Itzhak Stern: I think I'd better have it now.
Wilhelm Kunde: That's what they do. They weather the storm. But this storm is different, this storm is the SS.
Itzhak Stern: That's it, there's no more.
Oskar Schindler: I will not accept that.
Rudolph Hoss: You shouldn't get stuck on names. That's right, it creates a lot of paperwork.
Amon Goeth: We won't have arguments with these people.
Passenger: We're their workforce, why would they want to kill their workforce?
