Schindler's List

Amon Goeth: I would like so much to reach out to you and touch you in your loneliness. What would it be like, I wonder? What would be wrong with that? I realize that you are not a person in the strictest sense of the word, but, um, maybe you're right about that too. Maybe what's wrong, it's not us, it's this... I mean, when they compare you to vermin, to rodents and to lice. I just, uh, you make a good point. You make a very good point. Is this the face of a rat? Are these the eyes of a rat? "Hath not a Jew eyes?" I feel for you Helen.

[leaning forward to kiss her]

Amon Goeth: No, I don't think so. You Jewish bitch, you nearly talked me into it, didn't you?

Amon Goeth: One of you is a very lucky girl. There is an opening for a job away from all this back-breaking work, in my new villa. Umm, which of you has domestic experience? Ja, on second thought, I don't really want someone else's maid. All those annoying habits I'd have to undo.

Amon Goeth: Oskar, there's a clerical error here at the bottom of the last page.

Oskar Schindler: No, there's one more name I want to put there. I'll never find a maid as well trained as her at Brinnlitz. They are all country girls.

Amon Goeth: [referring to Helen] No. No.

Oskar Schindler: One hand of 21. If you win, I pay you 7400 Reichmarks. Hit a natural and I make it 14800. If I win, the girl goes on my list.

Amon Goeth: I can't wager Helen in a card game.

Oskar Schindler: Why not?

Amon Goeth: Wouldn't be right.

Oskar Schindler: She's going to Auschwitz on Number Two anyway. What difference does it make?

Amon Goeth: She's not going to Auschwitz. I'd never do that to her. No, I want her to come back to Vienna with me. I want her to come to work for me there. I want to grow old with her.

Oskar Schindler: Are you mad? Amon, you can't take her to Vienna with you.

Amon Goeth: No, of course I can't. That's what I'd like to do. What I can do, if I'm any sort of a man, is the next most merciful thing. I should take her into the woods and shoot her painlessly in the back of the head. What was it you said for a natural 21? Was it 14800?

Amon Goeth: Scherner told me something else about you.

Oskar Schindler: Yeah, what's that?

Amon Goeth: That you know the meaning of the word 'gratitude.' That it's not some vague thing with you like it is with others. You want to stay where you are. You've got things going on the side, things are good. You don't want anybody telling you what to do. I can understand all that. You know, I know you... What you want is your own sub-camp. Do you have any idea what's involved? The paperwork alone? Forget you've got to build the fucking thing, getting the fucking permits is enough to drive you crazy. Then the engineers show up. They stand around, they argue about drainage, foundations, codes, exact specifications, parallel fences four kilometers long, six thousand kilograms of electrified fences... I'm telling you, you'll want to shoot somebody. I've been through it, you know, I know.

Oskar Schindler: Well, you know, you've been through it. You could make things easier for me. I'd be grateful.

Amon Goeth: [about to execute a prisoner when his gun jams] Oh, Christ!

Hujar: May I try that, sir?

[takes gun while prisoner cowers on ground]

S.S. Guard: Check the angle lever, maybe it's bent.

Hujar: No, no. You wouldn't hear a "click" if its the angle lever, it's the pin.

S.S. Guard: Maybe its the pin. Maybe the pin shaft is greasy?

Hujar: What did I just say? Here.

[hands back gun and it jams again]

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!

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.

Amon Goeth: [Touching his reflection in a mirror] I pardon you.

Amon Goeth: That's a nice suit. Is that silk? It's got a nice sheen to it.

Oskar Schindler: I'd say "I'll get you one" only the man who made it is probably dead, I don't know.

Amon Goeth: The truth, Helen, is always the right answer.