The English Patient

Caravaggio: In Italy, there's always chickens, but no eggs. In Africa there's eggs, but never chickens. Who separated them?

Almásy: I fear Madox knows about us, he keeps mentioning Anna Karenina

Madox: I have to teach myself not to read too much into everything. It comes from too long having to read so much into hardly anything at all.

Almásy: Swoon. I'll catch you.

Almásy: This... this, the hollow at the base of a woman's throat, does it have an official name?
Madox: Good God, man, pull yourself together.

Almásy: There is no God... but I hope someone looks after you.
Madox: Just in case you're interested, it's called the supersternal notch. Come and visit us in Dorset when all this nonsense is over. [Heads away but turns back.] You'll never come to Dorset.

Almásy: What do you love most?
Katherine Clifton: Water. Fish in it. Hedgehogs, I love hedgehogs. Marmite. Baths, but not with other people! Islands. I could go on all day.
Almásy: Go on all day.
Katherine Clifton: Your handwriting. My husband.
Almásy: And what do you hate most?
Katherine Clifton: A lie. And you?
Almásy: Ownership. When you leave, forget me.

Almásy: It is a very plum plum.

Almásy: I just wanted you to know: I'm not missing you yet.
Katharine: You will.

Caravaggio: Ask your saint who he is. Ask him whom he's killed.

Almásy: When were you most happy?
Katharine Clifton: Now.
Almásy: When were you least happy?
Katharine Clifton: Now.

[Asked what he hates most]
Almásy: Ownership. I hate being owned.

Almásy: I once traveled with a guide who was taking me to Faya. He didn't speak for nine hours. At the end of it he pointed to the horizon and said, "Faya!" That was a good day.

Katharine Clifton: I'm surprised that you can sew.
Almásy: Good.
Katharine Clifton: You sew very badly.
Almásy: Well you don't sew at all.
Katharine Clifton: A woman should never learn to sew, and if she does know how she shouldn't admit to it.

Katharine: Do you think you are the only one who feels anything?

Count Laszlo de Almásy: The heart is an organ of fire.

Count Laszlo de Almásy: How can you smile, pretending as though your life hadn't capsized?

Laszlo: I once heard of a captain who wore a patch over a good eye. The men fought harder for him.

Katharine Clifton: Promise me you'll come back for me.
Almásy: I promise, I'll come back for you. I promise, I'll never leave you.

Katharine Clifton: Am I K in your book? I think I must be.

Count Laszlo de Almásy: I am a just a bit of toast, my friend.

Katharine Clifton: You speak so many bloody languages, and you never want to talk.

Katharine Clifton: I wanted to meet the man who could write such a long paper with so few adjectives.

Hana: There's a man downstairs. He brought us eggs. He might stay.
Count László Almásy: Why? Can he lay eggs?
Hana: He's Canadian.
Count László Almásy: Why are people so happy when they collide with someone from the same place? What happened in Montreal when you passed a man in the street? Did you invite him to live with you?

Count László Almásy: There is no God, but I hope someone watches over you.

Katharine Clifton: Will we be alright?
Count László Almásy: Yes. Yes, absolutly.
Katharine Clifton: "Yes" is a comfort. "Absolutely" is not.

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