Hitlerjunge Quex: Ein Film vom Opfergeist der deutschen Jugend

Stoppel:
What's your name then?

Heini V?lker:
Heini.

Stoppel:
Are you a member?

Heini V?lker:
What's a member?

Stoppel:
So you're not a member, then, correct?

Heini V?lker:
No, I'm not a member.

Stoppel:
Well its high time you become a member then. We have a Communist Youth Internationale. You're not a Nazi, are you?

Vater V?lker:
What are you talking about, Stoeppel? The boy doesn't know a thing about that stuff. My boy a Nazi, now that is totally ridiculous. I'd kill my boy if I ever thought he was a Nazi... Whatever.

Stoppel:
It was nice talking to you, Heini.

Heini V?lker:
Hi, mother.

Mutter V?lker:
Hi, Heini.

Mutter V?lker:
Did you spend the night someplace? What did you do?

Heini V?lker:
It was wonderful mother.

Mutter V?lker:
Did you stay with Stoeppel and his boys?

Heini V?lker:
Stoeppel?

Mutter V?lker:
What then?

Heini V?lker:
No, I was with the others.

Mutter V?lker:
What others?

Heini V?lker:
Those with the crooked cross.

Mutter V?lker:
Those were the Nazi's!

Heini V?lker:
Right.

Heini V?lker:
[Gerda kisses Heini on the cheek from behind] Stop that rubbish.

[he turns around, Gerda takes off her hat and reveals herself]

Heini V?lker:
You are a girl!

Gerda:
You notice everything!

Stoppel:
This is Gerda, the pearl of the Beusselkiez.

junger Kommunist:
Why don't you give her the kiss back?

Heini V?lker:
No, I don't want to.

junger Kommunist:
Why not?

Heini V?lker:
Everybody could come then.

Kowalski:
[after a customer left] Say, what did he give to you?

Heini V?lker:
[shows Kowalski] A mark.

Kowalski:
Oh boy, actually this money belongs to me.

Heini V?lker:
[offended] Why?

Kowalski:
He haggled it down from me. All right, go home now. [Heini leaves] Hey, and don't blow that money.

Heini V?lker:
Where should I go?

Vater V?lker:
What a question? To his father, that's where he belongs.

Bannf?hrer Ka?:
That's the question. Where does a boy belong? You know, I had very good parents, but once I was fifteen, I went away. I wanted to the sea, become a sailor. Somewhere there were islands, palmtrees, Africa. Thousands of boys ran away.

Vater V?lker:
Those boys were rascals.

Bannf?hrer Ka?:
Well, boys are something wonderful. Boys are a big secret, since all the times. They fled to the trappers, to the gipsys. Always they were touched by the big migration. Then they start to stroll. Where does a boy belong these day? Why don't you ask your own boy?

Bannf?hrer Ka?:
Where were you born?

Vater V?lker:
In Berlin.

Bannf?hrer Ka?:
Where is it?

Vater V?lker:
Near the Spree.

Bannf?hrer Ka?:
Near the Spree, that's right. But where? In what country?

Vater V?lker:
Well, in Germany, of course.

Bannf?hrer Ka?:
In Germany, that's correct. In our Germany. Think about it.