The English Patient
The English Patient

Muller: [interrogating Caravaggio] Look here, for every name you give me, I'll let you keep a finger. You give me something, and you'll keep something.
Caravaggio: Don't cut me.
Muller: Are thumbs fingers?
[to Lieutenant]
Muller: Ist ein Daumen ein Finger?
Interrogation Room

Soldier: [phone rings] Telefon.
Muller: I'm sick of this room. I'm sick of this heat! And I'm sick of this damn telephone!
[hangs it up]

The English Patient
The English Patient

Hana: The war's over - you told me yourself. How can it be desertion?
Oliver: It's not over everywhere. I didn't mean literally.
Hana: [looking at Almasy] When he dies I'll catch up.
Oliver: [looking over the small cache of provisions] It's not safe here. The whole country's crawling with Bandits and Germans

and God knows what. It's madness. I can't allow it. You're not alright, this is natural. It's shock. For all of us. Hana?
Hana: [bent] I need morphine. A lot. And a pistol.
Oliver: [clutching at straws, about Almasy] And what if he really is a spy?
Hana: [impatient] He can't even move!
Oliver: If

anything happened to you I'd never forgive myself.
[as Hana nods and smiles]
Oliver: ... We're heading for Leghorn. Livorno the Italians call it. We'll expect you.