Wladyslaw Szpilman Quotes

Here, sell this. Food is more important than time.

What does my tie have to do with anything? I need it for work.

Here, sell this. Food is more important than time.

I love to see a woman playing the cello.

What... what do you think you'll do while you're setting up your new line of defense? Wander around luggin' your suitcases?

Dorota: No-one play Chopin like you.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: I hope that's a compliment.

Wladyslaw Szpilman: It's an official decree, no Jews allowed in the parks.
Dorota: What, are you joking?
Wladyslaw Szpilman: No, I'm not. I would suggest we sit down on a bench, but that's also an official decree, no Jews allowed on benches.
Dorota: This is absurd.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: So, we should just stand here and talk, I don't think we're not allowed to do that.

Wladyslaw Szpilman: So, you play the cello, Dorota. That's nice. And who's your favorite composer? Chopin? Really? Well, you'll have to learn to play his cello sonata, won't you? And what about you, Wladek? Well, perhaps I can accompany? Me on the piano, you on the cello?
Dorota: Mr. Szpilman, you are quite, quite wonderful.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: [kisses Dorota's hand] Call me Wladek. Please.

Dorota: I nagged Jurek for weeks and weeks, and at last he gave in and said, "Allright, come with me tomorrow." So I came and... they bombed the station!
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Meeting you like that was absolutely wonderful.
Dorota: Really?
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Yes. It was... it was unforgettable.

Dorota: Mr. Szpilman?
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Hello.
Dorota: Oh, I came specially to meet you. I love your playing.
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Who are you?
Dorota: My name is Dorota. I, I'm Jurek's sister... You're bleeding.

Wladyslaw Szpilman: What are you reading?
Henryk Szpilman: "If you prick us, do we not bleed? It you tickle us, we we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? And if you wrong us, shall we not revenge?"
Wladyslaw Szpilman: Very appropriate.

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?

Ah, more Jewish police. You mean you want me to beat up Jews and catch the Gestapo spirit? I see.