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.