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Pianist David Helfgott, driven by his father and teachers, has a breakdown. Years later he returns to the piano, to popular if not critical acclaim.
David: You can't lose 'em all.
[repeated line] David: It's a mystery.
Gillian: How do you feel? David: I'm shocked, stunned and amazed.
David: Would you marry me? Gillian: Well, it wouldn't be very practical, David. David: Practical? No, of course not. Of course not. But then neither am I, Gillian. Neither am I. I'm not very practical at all. Sylvia: You'll miss the plane! Gillian: It's sweet of you, David. I don't know what to say. David: The stars, Gillian darling! Ask the stars!
Cecil Parkes: You must play as if there's no tomorrow.
[Gillian has come to visit Sylvia. When they arrive home, the house is in a mess and loud music is playing] Gillian: Is that the water running? [Sylvia runs to the bathroom to find the shower running and the basin overflowing] Sylvia: David? Where in God's heaven is he?
Peter Helfgott: In this world only the strong survive. The weak get crushed like insects.
Gillian: Your first concert in years and you wear odd shoes.
Peter: Religion is nonsense. Ben Rosen: It's also a gold mine if you know where to dig.
Cecil Parkes: The page! For God's sake, the notes! Peter Helfgott: I'm sorry sir, I keep forgetting the notes. Cecil Parkes: Will it be asking too much to learn them first?
Isaac Stern: America. You know, land of the free, home of the brave. You know, Mickey Mouse.
Peter: No-one will love you like me, no-one like me.
Cecil Parkes: Rachmaninov? Are you sure? David: Kind of. I'm not really sure about anything. Cecil Parkes: The Rach 3. It's monumental. David: It's a mountain. The hardest piece you could everest play.
Cecil Parkes: No one's ever been mad enough to attempt the Rach Three. David: Am I mad enough, professor? Am I?
David: It's a tough game, isn't it Roger? Roger: It's a bloodsport.