Henryk Szpilman: What's the matter with you all, huh? You lost your sense of humor?
Wladyslaw Szpilman: That's not funny.
Henryk Szpilman: Well, you know what's funny? You're funny, with that ridiculous tie.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: What're you talking about my tie for? What does my tie have to do with anything? I need this tie for my work!
Henryk Szpilman: Oh, your work.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Yes, that's right, I work!
Henryk Szpilman: Yes, yes, your work. Playing the piano for the parasites in the ghetto.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Parasites...
Henryk Szpilman: Yes, parasites. They don't give a damn about people suffering.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: And you blame me for their apathy, right?
Henryk Szpilman: I do, because I see it everyday. They don't even notice what's going on around them.
Father: I blame the Americans.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: For what, for my tie?