Zhivago: What happens to a girl like that, when a man like you is finished with her? Komarovski: You interested? Zhivago: You shouldn't smoke. You've had a shock. [he pulls the cigar from Viktor's mouth, tosses it into the toilet] Komarovski: I give ...
Komarovski: [speaking to Lara of Pasha] He's a very fine young man. That's obvious.
Unknown: The doctor's a gentleman. The Bolshevik: Right! It's written all over him. Unknown: He's a good man. The Bolshevik: God rot good men. [Lara silently stares in loathing at the Bolshevik]
Zhivago: You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.
Komarovski: Yuri Andreiivich, you've changed. Larisa - remarkably the same.
Komarovski: But don't you see her position? She's served her purpose. These men who came with me today as an escort will come for her and the child tomorrow as a firing squad! Now I know exactly what you think of me, and why. But if you're not coming...
Pasha: I used to admire your poetry. Zhivago: Thank you. Pasha: I shouldn't admire it now. I should find it absurdly personal. Don't you agree? Feelings, insights, affections... it's suddenly trivial now. You don't agree; you're wrong. The personal l...
Kostoyed Amourski: I am the only free man on this train! And the rest of you are CATTLE!
Liberius: [looking at the bodies of slain White soldiers, whom he was found to be teenagers] St. Michael's Military School? [finds their instructor's body] Liberius: You old bastard!
Razin, Liberius' Lieutenant: [Zhivago is trying to aide a wounded White soldier] It does not matter! Zhivago: Have you ever loved a woman, Razin? Razin, Liberius' Lieutenant: I once had a wife and four children.
Komarovski: [to Lara] And don't delude yourself that this was rape! That would flatter us both!
Pasha: [to Yuri] The personal life is dead in Russia. History has killed it.
Gromeko: What I want to know is how we're going to stay alive this winter.
Zhivago: [to Komarowski about Lara] What happens to a girl like that when a man like you is finished with her? Komarovski: [Flippantly] Interested? I give her to you!
Zhivago: [to the local commissar after examining an old sickly man] It isn't typhus. It's another disease we don't have in Moscow... starvation.
