The Casablanca Guide To Tango
12th February 2009
If Casablance were about Tango...:
Ilsa: Play it once, Sam. For old times' sake.
Sam: [lying] I don't know what you mean, Miss Ilsa.
Ilsa: Play it, Sam. Play "Santa Maria Del Buenos Aires by Gotan."
Sam: [lying] Oh, I can't remember it, Miss Ilsa. I'm a little rusty on it.
Ilsa: I'll hum it for you. Da-dy-da-dy-da-dum, da-dy-da-dee-da-dum...
[Sam begins playing]
Ilsa: Sing it, Sam.
Sam: [singing] Hay milonga de amor
hay temblor de gotan
este tango es para vos
Hay milonga de amor
hay temblor de gotan -...
Rick: [rushing up] Sam, I thought I told you never to play electro-tango.or any neo-tango.
Rick: "How can you dance in close embrace to this music? On what grounds?"
Captain Renault: "I'm shocked, shocked to find that nuevo is going on in here!"
Signor Ferrari: "Might as well be frank, monsieur. It would take a miracle to get Nuevo in Carablanca, and the traditionalists have outlawed miracles."
Yvonne: "Will I see you at Negracha tonight?"
Rick: "I never make plans that far ahead"
Captain Renault: "How extravagant you are, refusing to dance with women like that. Some day they may be scarce."
Rick: "Don't you sometimes wonder if it's worth all this? I mean trying to get a tango fusion to *really* work".
Victor Laszlo: "You might as well question why we breathe. If we stop breathing, we'll die"
Rick: "Well, what of it? We'll be out of our misery"
Victor Laszlo: "You know how you sound, Mr. Blaine? Like a man who's trying to convince himself of something he doesn't believe in his heart."
Captain Renault: [after Rick pulls a gun on him] "Have you lost your mind?"
Rick: "I have. Now dance with me!"
Captain Renault: "Put that gun down!"
Rick: "I don't want to shoot you, but I will unless you start following!"
Captain Renault: [With amusement] "Under the circumstances I will dance with you".
Ilsa: Can I tell you a story, Rick?
Rick: Has it got a quebrada finish?
Ilsa: I don't know the finish yet.
Rick: Well, go on. Tell it - maybe one will come to you as you go along.
Ilsa: It's about a girl who had just come to Buenos Aires from her home in Oslo. At the house of some friends, she met a man about whom she'd heard her whole life. A very great and courageous man. He opened up for her a whole beautiful world full of ganchos and sacadas and barridas. Everything she knew or ever became was because of him. And she looked up to him and worshiped him... with a feeling she supposed was love.
Rick: [bitterly] Yes, it's very pretty. I heard a story once - as a matter of fact, I've heard a lot of stories in my time. They went along with the sound of a tinny bandoneon playing in the parlor downstairs. "Mister, I met a man once when I was a kid," it always began.
Rick: Well, I guess neither one of our stories is very funny. Tell me, who was it you left me for? Was it Lazlo, or were there others in between or... aren't you the kind that tells?
Rick: We'll always have Buenos Aires. We didn't have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa: When I said I would never leave you.
Rick: And you never will. But I've got a volcada 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 nuevo, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of colgadas in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that. Now, now... Here's looking at you kid.
Fantasia dancer: You despise me, don't you?
Rick: If I gave you any thought I probably would.
Ilsa: I can't fight it anymore. I ran away from you once. I can't do it again. Oh, I don't know what's right any longer. You have to think for both of us. For all of us.
Veron: All right, I will. I suppose we could dance. And your dress well ... is OK. [smiles] Here's looooo- kin' at you, kid.
Ilsa: [smiles] I wish I didn't love you so much.
Renault: I've often speculated why you don't return to Negracha. Did you abscond with the entrance money? Did you run off with a milonguero's wife? I like to think that you killed a song. It's the romantic in me.
Rick: It's a combination of all three.
Renault: And what in Heaven's name brought you to Carablanca?
Rick: My health. I came to Carablanca for the dancing.
Renault: The dancing? What dancing? We're in London.
Rick: I was misinformed.
Ilsa: Let's see, the last time we met was -
Rick: La Belle Aurore.
Ilsa: How nice. You remembered. But of course, that was the day the Traditionalists marched downstairs.
Rick: Not an easy day to forget.
Rick: I remember every detail. The Traditionalists wore Darcos. You wore CiFs.
- Various, 12th February 2009