There are two kinds of men and only two. And that young man is one kind. He is high-minded. He is pure. He's the kind of man the world pretends to look up to, and in fact despises. He is the kind of man who breeds unhappiness, particularly in women. Do you understand?

Komarovski

Engineer: If they were to give me two more excavators, I'd be a year ahead of the plan by now.
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: You're an impatient generation.
Engineer: Weren't you?
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: Yes, we were, very. Oh, don't be so impatient, Comrade Engineer. We've come very far, very fast.
Engineer: Yes, I know that, Comrade General.
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: Yes, but do you know what it cost? There were children in those days who lived off human flesh. Did you know that?

How did you come to be lost?

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago

Good marriages are made in heaven... or some such place.

Gromeko

What I want to know is how we're going to stay alive this winter.

Gromeko

They rode them down, Lara. Women and children, begging for bread. There will be no more 'peaceful' demonstrations.

Pasha

Zhivago: What happens to a girl like that, when a man like you is finished with her?
Komarovski: You interested?
Zhivago: You shouldn't smoke. You've had a shock.
Komarovski: I give her to you, Yuri Andreevich. Wedding present.

[speaking to Lara of Pasha] He's a very fine young man. That's obvious.

Komarovski

I told myself it was beneath my dignity to arrest a man for pilfering firewood. But nothing ordered by the party is beneath the dignity of any man, and the party was right

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago

You lay life on a table and cut out all the tumors of injustice. Marvelous.

Zhivago

Yuri Andreiivich, you've changed. Larisa - remarkably the same.

Komarovski

Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: [narrating; on World War I] By the second winter, the boots had worn out... but the line still held. Even Comrade Lenin underestimated both the anguish of that 900-mile long front... as well our own cursed capacity for suffering. Half the men went into action without any arms... irregular rations... led by officers they didn't trust.
Officer: [to soldiers] Come on, you bastards!
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: And those they did trust...
Pasha: [leaps out of the trench and begins leading his men in a charge] Come on, Comrades! Forward, comrades! Earth-shakers!
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: Finally, when they could stand it no longer, they began doing what every army dreams of doing...
Gen. Yevgraf Zhivago: They began to go home. That was the beginning of the Revolution.

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