- Mark Preysing: She knows nothing about international politics, she has the mind of an artist, she sees people as general humanity, not as separate races.
- Countess von Treck: So you're an American? Tell me, do you have Indian blood?
- Mark Preysing: Indian blood?
- Countess von Treck: Or are you a cowboy? I love those cowboy songs? Did you bring your ukulele?
- Mark Preysing: Look lady, there are other people in America besides Indians and Cowboys.
- Countess von Treck: Oh, then you're a hillbilly.
- Mark Preysing: Yeah, that's right, from 57th Street.
- Countess von Treck: West or East?
- Mark Preysing: West. Why?
- Countess von Treck: I was born on East 57th Street.
- Maria - a Student: The sight of those goose stepping robots, is enough to give any one a headache.
- Countess von Treck: Maria, its silly to have a thought like that.
- Maria - a Student: You mean, it's very silly to express it out loud!
- Mark Preysing: This place isn't a country. It's a Coney Island madhouse! Everything looks like a door, until you try to go through it. Every person looks like a human being, until you try to talk to him. Then something squirts in your eye.
- General Kurt von Kolb: Emmy Ritter? Yes, I remember her. Bad tempered girl. Good legs. Used to be very popular, fifteen or twenty years ago.
- General Kurt von Kolb: You're an unreasonable stubborn child, but, if it amuses you to indulge your curiosity, Emmy Ritter's in a concentration camp and is to be executed Saturday.
- Countess von Treck: Executed?
- General Kurt von Kolb: May we now consider the matter closed.
- Countess von Treck: They're going to kill her? Why?
- General Kurt von Kolb: I didn't say kill her! I said execute.
- Dr. Ditten: When I was a boy, I lived in the country. I never saw a theater or went anywhere. And one day, my father went to the city and brought back a theater program with your photograph on it. I stole it. I kept it hidden in a bureau drawer.
- Emmy Ritter: Many young boys feel in love with me. Oh, many old ones too.
- Dr. Ditten: In the photograph you were dressed as St. Elizabeth, carrying a basket with loaves of bread and in your arms - roses.
- Emmy Ritter: I remember.
- Dr. Ditten: That's why you were important to me. In my hungry, empty world, you promised so much.
- Emmy Ritter: Bread for the hunger and roses for the emptiness. But, now I suppose you have a new picture in your bureau drawer. A new savior of your world. But his arms are full of guns.
- Dr. Ditten: Why not? Power is the only answer!
- Dr. Ditten: Our children will thank us for the world we are making for them!
- Emmy Ritter: Thank you? Thank you for what? For a world filled with a seed of new hates? For a world in ruins? If that's what your new savior can bring, no thank you. I don't want it for myself - or my children! My children...