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, make it's own terms, in the end, surely.
Elsa..... No we can't win. Give my love to the sunrise.
Final Dialogue
Lady from Shanghai
1947
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Peter Stackpole
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