Sophie's Choice

Sophie:
I see you are wearing your cocksucker.

Stingo:
That's my "seersucker."

Sophie:
Stingo, you look... you look very nice, you're wearing your cocksucker.

Stingo:
That's my "seersucker."

Nathan:
Don't you see, Sophie? We're dying.

Sophie:
Mmm. You know, when you... when you live a good life... like a saint... and then you die, that must be what they make you to drink in paradise.

Sophie:
Don't you see? We are dying. I longed desperately to escape, to pack my bags and free, but I did not.

Stingo:
Leslie Lapidus could say f***, but she could not do it.

Nathan:
You spent the whole f***ing afternoon with him, or should I say, you spent the whole afternoon f***ing him.

Sophie:
My mother, she's very sick, you know. And I can't do anything. But I think — if only I could have got — that meat for my mother it would make her strong. So I go to the country and er... the peasants were selling ham and I buy it with the black market money and I bring it back. But it's forbidden, you know, because all the meat goes to the Germans. So I sat on the train and I hid it under my skirt, I am pretending that I am pregnant, you know? Oh I was so afraid. I was shaking. And then the German, was in front of the train and he saw me. So he come over and take under my skirt that ham and... So they sent me Auschwitz.

Stingo:
You were sent to Auschwitz because you stole a ham?

Sophie:
No, I was sent to Auschwitz because they saw that I was afraid.

SS officer:
You're so beautiful. I'd like to get you in bed. Are you a polack? You! Are you also one of those filthy communists?

Sophie:
I am a pole! I was born in Cracow! I am not a Jew. Neither are my children! They're not Jews. They are racially pure. I am a Christian. I am a devout Christian.

SS officer:
You are not a communist? You are a believer.

Sophie:
Yes sir, I believe in Christ.

SS officer:
You believe in Christ the redeemer?

Sophie:
Yes.

SS officer:
Did He not say... "Suffer the children, come unto me?" You may keep one of your children.

Sophie:
I beg your pardon?

SS officer:
You may keep one of your children. The other must go away.

Sophie:
You mean, I have to choose?

SS officer:
You are a Polack, not a Yid. That gives you a privilege, a choice.

Stingo:
This was not judgement day — only morning. Morning: excellent and fair.