Escape

Mark Preysing:
She knows nothing about international politics, she has the mind of an artist, she sees people as general humanity, not as separate races.

Mark Preysing:
I'm sorry, I, eh, I'm so worried about her, I guess I'm a little goofy, that's all.

Countess von Treck:
So you're an American? Tell me, do you have Indian blood?

Mark Preysing:
Indian blood?

Countess von Treck:
Or are you a cowboy? I love those cowboy songs? Did you bring your ukulele?

Mark Preysing:
Look lady, there are other people in America besides Indians and Cowboys.

Countess von Treck:
Oh, then you're a hillbilly.

Mark Preysing:
Yeah, that's right, from 57th Street.

Countess von Treck:
West or East?

Mark Preysing:
West. Why?

Countess von Treck:
I was born on East 57th Street.

Mark Preysing:
This place isn't a country. It's a Coney Island madhouse! Everything looks like a door, until you try to go through it. Every person looks like a human being, until you try to talk to him. Then something squirts in your eye.

General Kurt von Kolb:
Emmy Ritter? Yes, I remember her. Bad tempered girl. Good legs. Used to be very popular, fifteen or twenty years ago.

General Kurt von Kolb:
You're an unreasonable stubborn child, but, if it amuses you to indulge your curiosity, Emmy Ritter's in a concentration camp and is to be executed Saturday.

Countess von Treck:
Executed?

General Kurt von Kolb:
May we now consider the matter closed.

Countess von Treck:
They're going to kill her? Why?

General Kurt von Kolb:
I didn't say kill her! I said execute.

Maria - a Student:
The sight of those goose stepping robots, is enough to give any one a headache.

Countess von Treck:
Maria, its silly to have a thought like that.

Maria - a Student:
You mean, it's very silly to express it out loud!

Dr. Ditten:
When I was a boy, I lived in the country. I never saw a theater or went anywhere. And one day, my father went to the city and brought back a theater program with your photograph on it. I stole it. I kept it hidden in a bureau drawer.

Emmy Ritter:
Many young boys feel in love with me. Oh, many old ones too.

Dr. Ditten:
In the photograph you were dressed as St. Elizabeth, carrying a basket with loaves of bread and in your arms - roses.

Emmy Ritter:
I remember.

Dr. Ditten:
That's why you were important to me. In my hungry, empty world, you promised so much.

Emmy Ritter:
Bread for the hunger and roses for the emptiness. But, now I suppose you have a new picture in your bureau drawer. A new savior of your world. But his arms are full of guns.

Dr. Ditten:
Why not? Power is the only answer!

Dr. Ditten:
Our children will thank us for the world we are making for them!

Emmy Ritter:
Thank you? Thank you for what? For a world filled with a seed of new hates? For a world in ruins? If that's what your new savior can bring, no thank you. I don't want it for myself - or my children! My children...