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 bla...
Sophie: Stingo, you look... you look very nice, you're wearing your cocksucker. Stingo: That's my "seersucker."
Nathan Landau: On this bridge on which so many great Americans writers stood and reached out for words to give America its voice... looking toward the land that gave them Whitman... from its Eastern edge dreamt his country's future and gave it words....
Stingo: [groping interrupted] What is going on! Leslie Lapidus: You don't understand. I can't go all the way. I've reached a plateau in my analysis. Before I reached this plateau of vocalization, I could never have said any of those words. Those Angl...
Sophie: Don't you see? We are dying. I longed desperately to escape, to pack my bags and flee, but I did not.
Stingo: I let go the rage and sorrow for Sophie and Nathan... and for the many others who were but a few of the butchered and betrayed and martyred children of the Earth. When I could finally see again, I saw the first rays of daylight reflected in t...
[first lines] Narrator: It was 1947, two years after the war, when I began my journey to what my father called the Sodom of the north, New York. They called me Stingo, which was the nick name I was known by in those days, if I was called anything at ...
Stingo: I was twenty two, and a virgin, and was clasping in my arms at last the goddess of my unending fantasies. My lust was inexhaustible. Sophie's lust was both a plunge into carnal oblivion, and a flight from memory and grief. More than that, I n...
[last lines] Stingo: And so ended my voyage of discovery in a place as strange as Brooklyn. I let go the rage and sorrow for Sophie and Nathan, and the many others who were but a few of the butchered and betrayed and martyred children of the earth. W...
Sophie: [after having taken a sip of the wine that Nathan has poured for her] 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: Yeah umm it looked like something that the... the scares the birds... you know... what is that... umm scur... scrul... I had scurbutt! Nathan Landau: [to Stingo] No, no, no she means scurvy. Sophie: Yeah... Nathan Landau: And typhus, and anem...
Nathan Landau: But I'm a biologist Sophie: [looks away confusedly] Yeah...
Nathan Landau: You spent the whole fucking afternoon with him, or should I say, you spent the whole afternoon fucking him.
Nathan Landau: This toast is in honor of my disassociation of you two creeps. Disassociation from you, coony captive cunt of king's county. And you, the dreary dregs of dixie.
Sophie: So, we'll go to that farm tomorrow. But please, Stingo, don't talk about marriage and children. It's enough that we'll go down there on that farm to live... for a while.
Nathan Landau: [about Sophie] When I first met this one here, she was a rag and a bone and a hank of hair. And that was a whole year-and-a-half after the Russians had liberated the camp she was in.
Sophie: [in broken English] I am six months in the... in here, in U.S., and so I eat more good now than in my life.
Sophie: [gently reading his palm] You will mountains. Stingo: Right now I can't even move my tongue.
