- Georgia: I love you like the Pilgrim loves the Holy Land, like the wayfarer loves his wayward ways, like the immigrant that I am loves America, and the blind man the memory of his sighted days.
- Danilo: [to his estranged father] Are we just gonna keep this up?
- Mr. Prozor: What is it you are suggesting?
- Danilo: I don't know... I've never even seen you smile.
- Mr. Prozor: [long pause] When you were born I smiled.
- Danilo: Well I guess I wasn't paying attention, that slipped by me.
- Mr. Prozor: When you were born... I... took off my hat and I... beat on the table with it! And I'm almost sure... I was smiling...
- [pauses, smiles for real, they all laugh]
- Danilo: That looks good on you Papa!