A wild finish. A guy standing on a station platform in the rain with a comical look on his face because his insides had been kicked out. My impression was that he was just another blundering American. I was with them when they blundered into Berlin in 1918. I slept very well.
Nobody is supposed to sleep well in Casablanca.
You're a fat hypocrite. Well, you can tell me now. I'm reasonably sober. I don't think I will, Rick. I think I'm entitled to know.