Directed by Michael Curtiz
Warner Bros., 1942
Screenplay by Julius J. Epstein,
Philip G. Epstein, Howard Koch
and Casey Robinson (uncredited).
Based on "Everybody Comes to Rick's"
by Murray Burnett and Joan Alison.
I have often speculated on why you
don't return to America. Did you
abscond with the church funds? Did
you run off with a senator's wife? I
like to think you killed a man. It's
the romantic in me.
Rick still looks in the direction of the airport.
It was a combination of all three.
And what in heaven's name brought
you to Casablanca?
My health. I came to Casablanca for
Waters? What waters? We're in the
I was misinformed.
Humphrey Bogart as Rick Blaine, owner of Rick's Cafe Americain
Paul Henreid as Victor Laszlo
Claude Rains as Captain Louis Renault
by Ben Hecht and Charles MacArthur.
There's more to the story, but I don't want to ruin it for anybody who hasn't seen it.
(EDIT 3/5/13- It was actually screenwriter Charles Lederer's idea to make Hildy Johnson female.)
You've had a better offer, eh?
You bet I've got a better offer.
Well, go on and take it. Work for
somebody else! That's the gratitude
I get for --
I know, Walter, but I --
What were you when you came here
five years ago? A little college
girl from a School of Journalism! I
took a little doll-faced mugg --
You wouldn't have taken me if I hadn't
Why should I? I thought it would be
a novelty to have a face around here
a man could look at without
Listen, Walter --
(going right on)
I made a great reporter out of you,
Hildy, but you won't be half as good
on any other paper, and you know it.
You need me and I need you -- and
the paper needs both of us.
Well, the paper'll have to learn to
do without me. And so will you. It
just didn't work out, Walter.
It would have worked if you'd been
satisfied with just being editor and
reporter. But no! You had to marry
me and spoil everything.
I wasn't satisfied! I suppose I
proposed to you!
Well, you practically did! Making
goo-goo eyes at me for two years
till I broke down. And I still claim
I was tight the night I proposed. If
you'd been a gentleman you'd have
forgotten all about it. But not you!
You -- you --
She grabs something and chucks it at him. He ducks. The phone rings.
You're losing your eye. You used to
be able to pitch better than that.
(he reaches for phone)
Hello... Yeah... What? Sweeney? Well,
what can I do for you?