Amadeus

Old Salieri: Leave me alone. Father Vogler: I cannot leave alone a soul in pain. Old Salieri: Do you know who I am? Father Vogler: That makes no difference. All men are equal in God's eyes. Old Salieri: [derisively] Are they?

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Old Salieri: Can you recall no melody of mine? I was the most famous composer in Europe. I wrote forty operas alone. [suddenly inspired] Here, what about this one? [he plays the first few bars of Eine kleine Nachtmusik] Father Vogler: [begins to hum along as he remembered, and Salieri stops; smiling] Yes, I know that! Oh, that's charming! I'm sorry, I didn't know you wrote that. Old Salieri: I didn't. [Father Volger's smile fades] That was Mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Father Vogel: The man you accuse yourself of killing.

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Constanze: Stop it! Mozart: I am stopping it! Slowly. There? See? I've stopped. Now we're going back. Constanze: No! Mozart: Yes, yes! You don't know where you are! Here, everything goes backwards. People walk backwards, dance backwards, sing backwards, and even talk backwards. Constanze: That's stupid. Mozart: Why? People fart backwards.

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Mozart: Why must I submit samples of my work to some stupid committee just to teach a thirteen-year-old girl? Count Von Strack: Because His Majesty wishes it. Mozart: Is the emperor angry with me? Count Von Strack: Quite the contrary. Mozart: Then why doesn't he simply appoint me to the post? Count Von Strack: Mozart, you are not the only composer in Vienna. Mozart: No. But I'm the best!

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Old Salieri: [reflecting upon a Mozart score] Astounding! It was actually, it was beyond belief. These were first and only drafts of music. But they showed no corrections of any kind. Not one. He had simply written down music already finished in his head! Page after page of it, as if he were just taking dictation! And music, finished as no music is ever finished. Displace one note and there would be diminishment. Displace one phrase and the structure would fall. It was clear to me that sound I had heard in the Archbishop's palace had been no accident. Here again was the very voice of God! I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink-strokes at an absolute beauty. Constanze: Is it not good? Salieri: [snaps back to reality] It is miraculous!

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Constanze: [to Mozart's father] May I offer you some tea, Herr Mozart? Mozart: Tea? Who wants tea? Let's go out! This calls for a feast. You don't want tea, do you, Papa? Constanze: Wolfie... Mozart: I know, let's go dancing! Papa loves parties, don't you? Constanze: Wolfie! Mozart: What? How you can be so boring? Tea...

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