Oskar Schindler: What do you say we get your fire hoses out here and hose down the cars? Indulge me.Amon Goeth: Hujar.Albert Hujar: Yes sir?Amon Goeth: Bring the fire hoses.Albert Hujar: Where's the fire?
This list... is an absolute good. The list is life. All around its margins lies the gulf.
Amon Goeth: Can you believe this? As if I don't have enough to do, they come up with this? I have to find every rag buried up here and burn it. The party's over, Oskar. They're closing us down, sending everybody to Auschwitz.Oskar Schindler: When?Amon Goeth: I don't know. As soon as I can arrange the shipments, maybe thirty, forty days. That ought to be fun.
Oskar Schindler: You'd leave a lady alone at a table in a place like this?Oskar Schindler: Sweetheart, you're the picture of loneliness.