[last lines] 'Pops', the Shopkeeper: [returning his pawned trumpet] A good story's worth more than an old trumpet. Max: Okay Pops.
Max: I often thought about him during the war; if only 1900 were here, who knows what he'd do, what he'd say. 'Fuck war' he'd say. But somehow, coming from me, it wasn't the same.
1900: Hey, Max, gimme a cigarette, will you? Max: [bitterly] You're not handling this well. 1900: [calmly] Just gimme a cigarette. Max: [matter of factly] You don't smoke. What is the matter with you? You could lick this guy with one hand, come on! 1...
Danny Boodmann: My son grow up to be a lawyer, I swear I'll kill him myself
1900: Christ, did you... did you see the streets, just the streets? There were thousands of them! Then how you do it down there, how do you choose just one... one woman, one house, one landscape to look at, one way to die...?
1900: [after his grand finale on the piano, he lights the cigarette on the strings of the piano, walks to Jelly Roll Morton and says] You smoke it. 1900: I don't know how.
Max: Leave the ship, marry a nice woman, and have children. All those things in life which are not immense but are worth the effort.
1900: [walking out of the shadows] Where the hell did you get that record?
[first lines] Max: I still ask myself if I did the right thing when I abandoned his floating city. And I don't mean only for the work. The fact is, a friend like that, a real friend - you won't meet one again. If you just decide to hang up your sea l...
Max: Oh you can get off the ship alright, but the ocean?
1900: I think land people waste a lot of time wondering why. Winter comes and can't wait for summer, summer comes and you never can wait for winter. That's why you never tire of traveling or chasing some place far away, where it's always summer. Does...