I came to tell you that you really are a wonderful cook and a well-trained servant. I mean it. If you need a reference after the war, I’d be happy to give you one. It must get lonely down here, when you’re listening to everyone upstairs having such a good time. Does it? You can answer. ‘But what’s the right answer?’ That’s what you’re thinking. ‘What does he want to hear?’ The truth, Helen, is always the right answer. Yes, you’re right. Sometimes we’re both lonely. Yes, I mean, I would like, so much, to reach out and touch you in your loneliness. What would that be like, I wonder? I mean, what would be wrong with that? I realize that you’re not a person in the strictest sense of the word. No, maybe you’re right about that too. You know, maybe what’s wrong isn’t – it’s not us – it’s this. I mean, when they compare you to vermin and to rodents and to lice, I just, uh…No, you make a good point, a very good point. Is this the face of a rat? Are these the eyes of a rat? “Hath not a Jew eyes?” I feel for you, Helen. No, I don’t think so. You’re a Jewish bitch. You nearly talked me into it, Helen, didn’t you?
Schindler’s List, Amon Goeth