Knife in the Water (1962)

Zygmunt Malanowicz: Young Man

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• Young Boy : [after kissing Kyrstyna]  I'm sorry.

  Krystyna : Don't be silly.

• Andrzej : You don't whistle on board.

  Young Boy : Why not?

  Andrzej : It's not done. Sailors get mast-headed for that... Not hikers, though.

• Krystyna : Why do you carry that murderous thing?

  Young Man : A knife comes in handy. Especially in the woods. You don't need one on the water, but cutting your way through the woods...

• Young Man : Sailing's easy. It's when you hike that you need a knife. That's how it is in life.

  Krystyna : You're a real child.

• Krystyna : You're just like him - only half his age and twice as dumb.

  Young Man : What do you know about life? Just cafes, yachts and cars. Bet you've got a four-room apartment.

  Krystyna : I suppose you live four students to a room.

  Young Man : Six, actually.

  Krystyna : I've been through it myself. So has he. You're no better than him. He was just like you. And you want to be like him. And you will be, if you've got the guts.

• Young Man : I don't need a knife to handle myself.

• Andrzej : When I was an apprentice helmsman, we had a bosun - Krystyna, what was his name? The guy with the willow. He'd say: see that willow? It was an oak. If the bosun says it's a willow, it's a willow. "To the willow, quick march!"

  Young Boy : Shit. Excuse me. So much water in there.

  Andrzej : We'd sit on that willow maybe an hour at a time.

  Young Boy : On that oak.

  Andrzej : Willow, for us. And he made us go "cuckoo".

  Young Boy : Made you do what?

  Andrzej : Make a cuckoo sound. Like the bird.

  Young Boy : And you cuckooed.

  Andrzej : He wasn't all that smart but he turned us into men.

• Andrzej : Better get back to that line.

  Young Man : Who are you ordering around?

  Andrzej : If two men are on board, one's the skipper.

  Young Man : Or the drill sergeant.

• Young Man : You left the windshield wipers?

  Andrzej : They won't get stolen around here.

  Young Man : No?

• Young Man : What are you? A gynecologist?

  Andrzej : I write.

• Young Man : [reciting a poem]  Night. The oil in my lamp is low, Mosquitoes whine about me, That handful of stars above, Mother, are they you? Are you the white sail on the lake, Or the waves that lap the shore? Have you strewn my pages with stardust?

• Andrzej : You could cut yourself.

  Young Man : Did you ever cut yourself?

  Andrzej : Take care, you never know.

• Young Man : We're sailing!

  Krystyna : Sure, for sailing's sake.

• Young Man : Where's my knife? What happened to my knife?

• Young Man : I want it back.

  Andrzej : Come and get it.

  Young Man : Give me back my knife.