The Lady from Shanghai1947

Elsa:
[gasping, as she is dying] He and George, and now me!

Michael:
Like the sharks, mad with their own blood. Chewing away at their own selves.

Elsa:
It's true. I made a lot of mistakes.

Michael:
You said the world's bad. We can't run away from the badness. And you're right there. But you said we can't fight it. We must deal with the badness, make terms. And then the badness'll deal with you, and make its own terms, in the end, surely.

Elsa:
You can fight, but what good is it? Goodbye.

Michael:
You mean we can't win?

Elsa:
No, we can't win. Give my love to the sunrise.

Michael:
We can't lose, either. Only if we quit.

Elsa:
And you're not going to.

Michael:
Not again!

Elsa:
Oh Michael, I'm afraid. [He strolls away] Michael, come back here. Michael! Please! I don't want to die! I DON'T WANT TO DIE!