Antonio Salieri: I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
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Mediocrities everywhere... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you all.
Antonio Salieri: I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Antonio Salieri: Mozart! Mozart, forgive your assassin! I confess, I killed you...
Antonio Salieri: That was not Mozart laughing, Father... that was God. That was God laughing at me through that obscene giggle...
Antonio Salieri: The restored third act was bold, brilliant. The fourth... was astounding.
Antonio Salieri: Actually, the man had no ear at all. But what did it matter. He adored my music.
Count Orsini-Rosenberg: Italian is the proper language for opera. All educated people agree on that.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: My music... they started without me!
Archbishop Colloredo: Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat!
Antonio Salieri: That was Mozart. That! That giggling dirty-minded creature I had just seen, crawling on the floor!
Count Orsini-Rosenberg: A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: They're all so beautiful. Why don't have three heads?
Antonio Salieri: I was staring through the cage of those meticulous ink strokes at an absolute, inimitable beauty.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I'm a vulgar man, your Excellancy. But my music isn't.
Emperor Joseph II: Well, there it is.
Antonio Salieri: Mozart! Mozart, forgive your assassin! I confess, I killed you...
Antonio Salieri: The restored third act was bold, brilliant. The fourth... was astounding.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: My music... they started without me!
Count Orsini-Rosenberg: Italian is the proper language for opera. All educated people agree on that.
Archbishop Colloredo: Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat!
Antonio Salieri: That was Mozart. That! That giggling dirty-minded creature I had just seen, crawling on the floor!
Count Orsini-Rosenberg: A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: They're all so beautiful. Why don't have three heads?
Antonio Salieri: Mediocrities everywhere... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you... I absolve you all.
Antonio Salieri: I will speak for you, Father. I speak for all mediocrities in the world. I am their champion. I am their patron saint.
Antonio Salieri: That was not Mozart laughing, Father... that was God. That was God laughing at me through that obscene giggle...
Antonio Salieri: Mozart! Mozart, forgive your assassin! I confess, I killed you...
Antonio Salieri: Actually, the man had no ear at all. But what did it matter. He adored my music.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: My music... they started without me!
Archbishop Colloredo: Your son is an unprincipled, spoiled, conceited brat!
Antonio Salieri: That was Mozart. That! That giggling dirty-minded creature I had just seen, crawling on the floor!
Count Orsini-Rosenberg: A young man trying to impress beyond his abilities.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: They're all so beautiful. Why don't have three heads?
Antonio Salieri: Can you remember no melody of mine? I was the most famous composer in Europe. I wrote 40 operas alone! Antonio Salieri: Here, what about this one? Father Vogler: Yes, I know that! Oh, that's charming! I'm sorry, I didn't know you wrote what. Antonio Salieri: I didn't. That was Mozart. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart. Father Vogler: The man you accuse yourself of killing.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Forgive me, Majesty. I am a vulgar man! But I assure you, my music is not. Emperor Joseph II: You are passionate, Mozart, but you do not persuade...
Emperor Joseph II: My dear young man, don't take it too hard. Your work is ingenious. It's quality work. And there are simply too many notes, that's all. Just cut a few and it will be perfect. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Which few did you have in mind, Majesty?
Antonio Salieri: My father, he did not care for music. When I told him how I wished I could be like Mozart, he would say; "Why? Do you want to be a trained monkey? Would you like me to drag you around Europe, doing tricks like a circus freak?" Antonio Salieri: How could I tell *him*... what music meant to me?
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Whom did they choose? Antonio Salieri: Herr Zummer. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Herr Zummer? But the man's a fool, he's a total mediocrity! Antonio Salieri: No, no, he has yet to achieve mediocrity.
Emanuel Schikaneder: Look, I asked you if we could start rehearsals next week and you said yes. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Well, we can. Emanuel Schikaneder: So let me see it. Where is it? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Here. It's all right here in my noodle. The rest is just scribbling. Scribbling and bibbling, bibbling and scribbling.
Antonio Salieri: Mozart, it was good of you to come! Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: How could I not? Antonio Salieri: How... Did my work please you? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I never knew that music like that was possible! Antonio Salieri: You flatter me. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: No, no! One hears such sounds, and what can one say but... Salieri!
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Nine performances! Nine, that's all it's had! And withdrawn! Antonio Salieri: I know, I know, it's outrageous. Still, if the public doesn't like one's work, one has to accept the fact gracefully. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: But what is it that they don't like? Antonio Salieri: I can speak for the Emperor. You make too many demands on the royal ear. The poor man can't concentrate for more than an hour... you gave him four. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: What did you think of it yourself? Did you like it at all? Antonio Salieri: I thought it was marvelous. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Of course! It's the best opera yet written, I know it... why didn't they come? Antonio Salieri: I think you overestimate our dear Viennese, my friend. You know you didn't even give them a good *bang* at the end of songs, to let them know when to clap? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I know, I know... maybe you should give me some lessons in that.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: The whole thing is set in a harem, Majesty. In a seraglio. Count Orsini-Rosenberg: You mean in Turkey? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Yes, exactly. Count Orsini-Rosenberg: Then why especially does it have to be in German? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: It doesn't, especially. It could be in Turkish if you really want.
Constanze Mozart: May I offer you some tea, Herr Mozart? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Tea? Who wants tea? Let's go out! This calls for a feast. You don't want tea, do you, Papa? Constanze Mozart: Wolfie... Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I know, let's go dancing! Papa loves parties, don't you? Constanze Mozart: Wolfie! Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: What? How can you be so boring? Tea...
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: I actually threw the score on the fire, he made me so angry. Antonio Salieri: You burned the score? Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: No, no. My wife took it out in time.
Constanze Mozart: What are you doing here? Antonio Salieri: Your husband took sick. I brought him home. Constanze Mozart: But why you? Antonio Salieri: Because, madam, I was at hand.
Katerina Cavalieri: I heard you met Herr Mozart. Antonio Salieri: News travels fast in Vienna. Katerina Cavalieri: And he's been commissioned to write an opera. Is it true? Antonio Salieri: Yes. Katerina Cavalieri: Is there a part in it for me? Antonio Salieri: No. Katerina Cavalieri: How do you know? Antonio Salieri: Do you know where it's set, my dear? Katerina Cavalieri: No. Antonio Salieri: In a harem. Katerina Cavalieri: What's that? Antonio Salieri: A brothel! Katerina Cavalieri: Oh-h-h-h! Antonio Salieri: Come. Let's begin. Katerina Cavalieri: What does he look like? Antonio Salieri: Mozart? You might be disappointed. Katerina Cavalieri: Why? Antonio Salieri: Looks and talent don't always go together, Katerina Katerina Cavalieri: Looks don't concern me, maestro. Only talent interests a woman of taste.
Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: Say I'm sick. Say I'm sick! Constanze Mozart: Yes, you are. You are very sick. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart: No-ho-ho! Say it backwards, shit-wit!
