Claude Rains: Captain Louis Renault
Captain Renault : What in heaven’s name brought you to Casablanca?
Rick : My health. I came to Casablanca for the waters.
Captain Renault : The waters? What waters? We’re in the desert.
Rick : I was misinformed.
Major Strasser : What is your nationality?
Captain Renault : That makes Rick a citizen of the world.
Rick : How can you close me up? On what grounds?
Captain Renault : I’m shocked! Shocked to find that gambling is going on in here.
[a croupier hands Renault a pile of money]
Croupier : Your winnings, sir.
Captain Renault : [sotto voce] Oh, thank you very much.
Captain Renault : Everybody out at once.
Rick : And remember, this gun is pointed right at your heart.
Captain Renault : That is my *least* vulnerable spot.
Rick : Last night we said a great many things. You said I was to do the thinking for both of us. Well, I’ve done a lot of it since then, and it all adds up to one thing: you’re getting on that plane with Victor where you belong.
Ilsa : But, Richard, no, I. I.
Rick : Now, you’ve got to listen to me! You have any idea what you’d have to look forward to if you stayed here? Nine chances out of ten, we’d both wind up in a concentration camp. Isn’t that true, Louie?
Captain Renault : I’m afraid Major Strasser would insist.
Ilsa : You’re saying this only to make me go.
Rick : I’m saying it because it’s true. Inside of us, we both know you belong with Victor. You’re part of his work, the thing that keeps him going. If that plane leaves the ground and you’re not with him, you’ll regret it. Maybe not today. Maybe not tomorrow, but soon and for the rest of your life.
Ilsa : But what about us?
Rick : We’ll always have Paris. We didn’t have, we, we lost it until you came to Casablanca. We got it back last night.
Ilsa : When I said I would never leave you.
Rick : And you never will. But I’ve got a job to do, too. Where I’m going, you can’t follow. What I’ve got to do, you can’t be any part of. Ilsa, I’m no good at being noble, but it doesn’t take much to see that the problems of three little people don’t amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you’ll understand that.
[Ilsa lowers her head and begins to cry]
[Rick gently places his hand under her chin and raises it so their eyes meet]
Rick : Here’s looking at you kid.
Major Strasser : Are you one of those people who cannot imagine the Germans in their beloved Paris?
Rick : It’s not particularly my beloved Paris.
Heinz : Can you imagine us in London?
Rick : When you get there, ask me!
Rick : Well there are certain sections of New York, Major, that I wouldn’t advise you to try to invade.
Major Strasser : You give him credit for too much cleverness. My impression was that he’s just another blundering American.
Captain Renault : We musn’t underestimate “American blundering”. I was with them when they “blundered” into Berlin in 1918.
Captain Renault : Major Strasser has been shot. round up the usual suspects.
Major Strasser : [arriving too late to stop Victor Laszlo from escaping] What was the meaning of that phone call?
Captain Renault : [pointing to the plane] Victor Laszlo is on that plane.
Major Strasser : [after looking at the plane] Why do you stand here? Why don’t you stop him?
Rick : [sees Strasser begin to move toward the telephone, and draws a gun] Get away from that phone!
Major Strasser : I would advise you not to interfere.
Rick : I was willing to shoot Captain Renault and I’m willing to shoot you.
Major Strasser : [picks up the telephone] Hello?
Rick : Put that phone down!
Major Strasser : Get me the radio tower.
[Strasser draws a gun, he and Rick both fire simultaneously, Strasser falls mortally wounded, shortly afterward, some police arrive on the scene]
Captain Renault : Major Strasser has been shot.
[Renault looks at Rick, Rick gives him a look]
Captain Renault : Round up the usual suspects.
[the police pick up Major Strasser’s body and leave, Renault looks over at Rick, who is smiling]
Captain Renault : By the way, last night you evinced an interest in Señor Ugarte.
Captain Renault : I believe you have a message for him?
Victor Laszlo : Nothing important, but may I speak to him now?
Major Heinrich Strasser : You would find the conversation a trifle one-sided. Señor Ugarte is dead.
Captain Renault : I am making out the report now. We haven’t quite decided yet whether he committed suicide or died trying to escape.
Captain Renault : I’ve often speculated why you don’t return to America. Did you abscond with the church funds? Run off with a senator’s wife? I like to think you killed a man. It’s the Romantic in me.
Rick : It was a combination of all three.
[as he goes to hand Renault a bribe]
Jan Brandel : Captain Renault. may I?
Captain Renault : Oh no! Not here please! Come to my office tomorrow morning. We’ll do everything businesslike.
Jan Brandel : We’ll be there at six!
Captain Renault : Oh no, Emil, please. A bottle of your best champagne, and put it on my bill.
Captain Renault : Oh, please, monsieur. It is a little game we play. They put it on the bill, I tear up the bill. It is very convenient.
[Rick and Renault discussing Victor Laszlo’s chances of escaping Casablanca]
Captain Renault : This is the end of the chase.
Rick : Twenty thousand francs says it isn’t.
Captain Renault : Is that a serious offer?
Rick : I just paid out twenty. I’d like to get it back.
Captain Renault : Make it ten. I’m only a poor corrupt official.
Captain Renault : Carl, see that Major Strasser gets a good table, one close to the ladies.
Carl : I have already given him the best, knowing he is German and would take it anyway.
Captain Renault : How extravagant you are, throwing away women like that. Someday they may be scarce. You know, now I think I shall pay a call on Yvonne. Maybe get her on the rebound. Hmm?
Rick : When it comes to women, you’re a true democrat.
Captain Renault : Ricky, I’m going to miss you. Apparently you’re the only one in Casablanca with less scruples than I.
Captain Renault : [after Rick pulls a gun on him] Have you lost your mind?
Rick : I have. Sit down!
Rick : I don’t want to shoot you, but I will if you take one more step!
Captain Renault : [With amusement] Under the circumstances I will sit down.
Captain Renault : Rick, there are many exit visas sold in this café, but we know that *you’ve* never sold one. That is the reason we permit you to remain open.
Rick : Oh? I thought it was because I let you win at roulette.
Captain Renault : That is *another* reason.
Captain Renault : In 1935, you ran guns to Ethiopia. In 1936, you fought in Spain, on the Loyalist side.
Rick : I got well paid for it on both occasions.
Captain Renault : The *winning* side would have paid you *much better*.
[Of Victor Laszlo, who wants to escape from Casablanca]
Captain Renault : No matter how clever he is, he still needs an exit visa. or I should say two?
Captain Renault : He is traveling with a lady.
Captain Renault : I think not. I have seen the lady.
Captain Renault : Mamoiselle, you are in Rick’s! And Rick is.
Captain Renault : Well, Rick is the kind of man that. well, if I were a woman, and I were not around, I should be in love with Rick. But what a fool I am talking to a beautiful woman about another man.
Rick : What makes you think I’d stick my neck out for Laszlo?
Captain Renault : Because, one, you bet 10.000 francs he’d escape. Two, you’ve got the letters of transit. Don’t bother to deny it. And you might want to do it simply because you don’t like Strasser’s looks. As a matter of fact, I don’t like them either.
Rick : [chuckles] They’re all excellent reasons.
Captain Renault : Realizing the importance of the case, my men are rounding up twice the usual number of suspects.
Captain Renault : My dear Ricky, you overestimate the influence of the Gestapo. I don’t interfere with them and they don’t interfere with me. In Casablanca I am master of my fate! I am.
Police Officer : Major Strasser is here, sir!
Rick : You were saying?
Captain Renault : We are very honored tonight, Rick. Major Strasser is one of the reasons the Third Reich enjoys the reputation it has today.
Major Heinrich Strasser : You repeat *Third* Reich as though you expected there to be others!
Captain Renault : Well, personally, Major, I will take what comes.
Captain Renault : [seeing a uniformed French officer talking non-stop to an Italian officer] If he ever gets a *word* in, it’ll be a major Italian *victory*.
Captain Renault : [to Rick regarding Ilsa] She was asking about you earlier in a way that made me very jealous.
Rick : [points to his jacket pocket] I have the letters right here.
Captain Renault : Tell me, when we searched the place, where were they?
Captain Renault : [looks at the piano] Serves me right for not being musical.
Captain Renault : [to Ilsa] I was informed that you were the most beautiful woman ever to visit Casablanca. That was a *gross* understatement.
Ilsa : [genuinely pleased] You’re very kind.
[Rick has been on a long drinking binge]
Emil : [serving Rick another drink] *You* are becoming your *own* best *customer*!
Captain Renault : [surprized] Why Ricky, I’m *pleased* with you- *Now* you’re beginning to live like a *Frenchman*!
Captain Renault : [suspecting that Rick has the letters of transit] Rick, have you got those letters of transit?
Rick : Louis, are you pro-Vichy or Free French?
Captain Renault : [laughs] Serves me right for asking a direct question. The subject is closed.
Касабланка (1942) Claude Rains as Captain Louis Renault
Your winnings, sir
In random moments I type my first name into Google to check on my long-running competition with Jon Stewart for the top spot. I thought that once he ousted me it would be all over, but strangely there are still days — like today — when I show up first. Except not really, because the top link goes to my InfoWorld blog, not my current blog which currently shows up at #40.
The situation is completely different in Live Search, by the way, where I’m way down in the list along with other Jons who are loved by Google but are not conventionally famous.
This Google love is a temporary anomaly that’s lasted longer than I expected. But if things really shouldn’t work this way, how should they work?
Part of the answer is a lifebits service that guarantees me a persistent lifelong online persona and namespace. That’ll present interesting challenges as people mix personal identities with institutional identities, and then move among institutions. But those challenges will also create business opportunities for a service fabric that manages identity, syndicates content, and measures reputation.
Suppose you’re a Microsoft blogger who has launched at blogs.msdn.com. You can choose to write a mostly professional blog, or a mostly personal one, or a blend of both. Or you can separate the professional from the personal by establishing separate blogs. But no matter how you slice it, there are no good answers to some vexing questions like:
How do you integrate the online persona that you developed before joining Microsoft, or the one you will develop if you leave?
If you establish separate blogs for separate purposes, but wish to combine their reputation effects, how do you do that?
More broadly, this isn’t just about the reputation that accrues to your online persona, but also the reputation that it confers on others. Page ranking algorithms are numeric, not social. People who know me, and my work, value resources I cite because it’s me citing them. So they assign equal value to citations that emanate from weblog.infoworld.com/udell or from jonudell.net. But ranking engines have no idea that those two sources represent a common identity, and no idea of how other identities relate to that one.
The service fabric I’m envisioning would deal with this problem by means of:
1. Claims-based digital identity.
2. Persistent digital object identifiers.
Digital identities consist of sets of claims made about the subject of the identity, where “claims” are pieces of information about the subject that the issuer asserts are valid.
In this scenario the issuer of claims about me might as well be me. I have no need to appeal to some other authority, I just want to be able to say, definitively, “I published this piece of content,” and also, “I linked to that other piece of content.”
Now although we normally think of people having digital identities, it seems to me that digital objects can have them too. If those objects have unique and stable identifiers, then they can be the subjects of claims. In the case of a conventional hyperlink, the claim is simply that my digital identity has linked to a digital object that’s associated with some other digital identity. Your evaluation of me, of the object, and of the object’s author can leverage not only the numeric weights assigned by conventional search engines, but also claims made — about me, the object, or the object’s author — by people in your social network that you trust.
We can also imagine the service fabric supporting stronger claims, like “I recommend this object,” or “I assert that this object has been peer-reviewed,” or “This object is required reading at institution X for purpose Y.” These claims won’t be implicit in the web, but could arise from a federation of identity and content services.
It’s admittedly a stretch, but surely a worthy ambition. The recent brouhaha at TechCrunch, about astroturfing YouTube to make videos go viral, drew strong reactions from all quarters. Some people were shocked by the tactics described. Others were shocked by the naivete of the shocked. And still others were shocked in a Casablanca sort of way:
I’m shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on in here!
[a croupier hands Renault a pile of money]
Your winnings, sir.
[sotto voce] Oh, thank you very much.
Piles of money will continue to be made in this way. But there are other piles that can be made by offering identity and content services that take us in another direction. I would like to gravitate toward those piles.
In random moments I type my first name into Google to check on my long-running competition with Jon Stewart for the top spot. I thought that once he ousted me it would be all over, but strangely there are still days — like today — when I show up first. Except not really, because the…