A Foreign Affair

Captain John Pringle:
How is good old Iowa?

Phoebe Frost:
Sixty-two percent Republican, thank you.

Captain John Pringle:
Don't tell me it's subversive to kiss a Republican!

Erika von Schluetow:
Let's go up to my apartment. It's only a few ruins away from here.

Erika von Schluetow:
We've all become animals with exactly one instinct left. Self-preservation. Now take me, Miss Frost. Bombed out a dozen times, everything caved in and pulled out from under me. My country, my possessions, my beliefs... yet somehow I kept going. Months and months in air raid shelters, crammed in with five thousand other people. I kept going. What do you think it was like to be a woman in this town when the Russians first swept in? I kept going.

Erika von Schluetow:
So you fly off back home. Wash your hands. Why, surely. You've got so much soap in the United States.

Congressman Pennecot:
If you give a hungry man a loaf of bread, that's democracy, if you leave the wrapper on, that's imperialism.

Phoebe Frost:
We'll go there right now!

Captain John Pringle:
Where?

Phoebe Frost:
To the files!

Captain John Pringle:
In the middle of the night? Shouldn't we get permission?

Phoebe Frost:
Did we get permission to land in Normandie? Let's go!

Phoebe Frost:
How do you know so much about women's clothing?

Captain John Pringle:
My mother wears women's clothing.