Doctor Zhivago
1965
Lara: Wouldn't it have been lovely if we'd met before? Zhivago: Before we did? Yes. Lara: We'd have got married, had a house and children. If we'd had children, Yuri, would you like a boy or girl? Zhivago: I think we may go mad if we think about all that. Lara: I shall always think about it.
Komarovski: Who are you to refuse my sugar? Who are you to refuse me anything?
Komarovski: I think you do. There's another kind. Not high-minded, not pure, but alive. Now, that your tastes at this time should incline towards the juvenile is understandable; but for you to marry that boy would be a disaster. Because there's two kinds of women. There are two kinds of women and you, as we well know, are not the first kind. You, my dear, are a slut.
Komarovski: There are two kinds of men and only two. And that young man is one kind. He is high-minded. He is pure. He's the kind of man the world pretends to look up to, and in fact despises. He is the kind of man who breeds unhappiness, particularly in women. Do you understand?
Engineer: If they were to give me two more excavators, I'd be a year ahead of the plan by now. Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: You're an impatient generation. Engineer: Weren't you? Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: Yes, we were, very. Oh, don't be so impatient, Comrade Engineer. We've come very far, very fast. Engineer: Yes, I know that, Comrade General. Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: Yes, but do you know what it cost? There were children in those days who lived off human flesh. Did you know that?
(repeated line) Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: How did you come to be lost?
Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: Tonya, can you play the balalaika? Engineer: Can she play? She's an artist! Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: Who taught you? Engineer: Nobody taught her! Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: Ah... then it's a gift.
Gromeko: Good marriages are made in heaven... or some such place.
Gromeko: What I want to know is how we're going to stay alive this winter.
Pasha: They rode them down, Lara. Women and children, begging for bread. There will be no more 'peaceful' demonstrations.
Zhivago: "What happens to a girl like that, when a man like you is finished with her?" Komarovski: "You interested?" Zhivago: "You shouldn't smoke. You've had a shock." (Pulls cigar from his mouth, drops it in the toilet.) Komarovski: "I give her to you, Yuri Andreavich. Wedding present."
Komarovski: (speaking to Lara of Pasha) He's a very fine young man. That's obvious.
Old Soldier: The doctor's a gentleman. Petya: Right! It's written all over him. Old Soldier: He's a good man. Petya: God rot good men.
Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: I told myself it was beneath my dignity for arresting a man for pilfering firewood. But nothing ordered by the party is beneath the dignity of any man, and the party was right: one man desperate for a bit of fuel is pathetic; five million people desperate for a bit of fuel will destroy a city. That was the first time I ever saw by brother, but I knew him and I knew I would disobey the party. Perhaps it was the tie of blood between us, but I doubt it. We were only half-tied anyway. Indeed as a policeman I would say, get hold of a man's brother and you're halfway home. Nor was it admiration for a better man than me. I did admire him, but I didn't think he was the better man. Besides, I've executed better men than me with a small pistol.
Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: I asked him hadn't he one of his own, and so he talked about the Revolution. Zhivago: You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous. Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: I told him if he felt like that he should join the party. Zhivago: Ah, but cutting out the tumors of injustice, that's a deep operation. Someone must keep life alive while you do it, by living. Isn't that right? Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: I thought then it was wrong. He told me what he thought about the party, and I trembled for him. He approved of us, but for reasons which were subtle like his verse, approval like such as his could vanish overnight. I told him so. Zhivago: Of course I can't approve this evening something you'll do tomorrow. Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: He was walking about with a noose about his neck and didn't know. So I told him what I had heard about his poems. Zhivago: Not liked?!? Not liked by whom? Why not liked? Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: So I told him that. Zhivago: Do you think it's personal, petty, bourgeois, and self-indulgent? Gen Yevgraf Zhivago: I lied (indicates "Yes"; Zhivago looks stricken) - but he believed me. And it struck me through to think that my opinion mattered.
Komarovski: But don't you see her position? She's served her purpose. These men who came with me today as an escort will come for her and the child tomorrow as a firing squad! Now I know exactly what you think of me, and why. But if you're not coming with me, she's not coming with me. So are you coming with me? Do you accept the protection of this ignoble Caliban on any terms that Caliban cares to make? Or is your delicacy so exorbitant that you would sacrifice a woman and a child to it?
Komarovski: Yuri Andreiivich, you've changed. Larissa - remarkably the same.