Brando: [unintelligible background chatter]

One sound, one single sound
One kiss, one single kiss
face outside the windowpane
However did [bad word] to this? 

man who ran, a child who cried
girl who heard, a voice that lied
The sun that burned a fiery red
The vision of an empty bed 

The use of force, he was so tough
She'll soon submit, she's had enough 

The march of fate, the broken will
Someone is lying very still 

He has laughed and he has cried
He has fought and he has died
He's just the same as all the rest
He's not the worst; and he's not the best 

And still this ceaseless murmuring
The babbling that I brook
The seas of faces, eyes upraised
The empty screen, the vacant look 

man in black on a snow white horse
pointless life [bad word] its course
The red-rimmed eyes, the tears [bad word] As he fades into the setting sun 

Bogart: You're going on that plane to take you where you belong.
Bergman: But no, I have...
Bogart: You have got to listen to me. Do you have any idea what
you have to look forward to if you stay here?
Nine chances out of ten we both end up in a concentration camp and that...
Bergman: You're only saying these things to make me go.
Bogart: I'm saying it 'cause it's [bad word]  Inside us, we both know we belong in different...
...maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but soon, and for the rest of your life. 

Bergman: But what about us?
What about us?
What about us?