The 25th Reich

Captain Donald O'Brian:
All that we are is the result of what we've thought. What we think is what we become...

Captain Donald O'Brian:
God's absent without leave, Sergeant, or don't you watch the newsreels?

Rifleman Roberto Barelli:
The American people aren't stupid, Corporal Updike... They're about as likely to elect a dumb, redneck cracker a**hole like you for President as they would a dimestore wop like me.

Captain Donald O'Brian:
You expect me to believe this four-flushing sh*t?

Sargeant Carl Weaver:
I know you don't believe in anything, Captain... There's no need to reinforce the fact.

Sargeant Carl Weaver:
That box was the only thing salvageable. It was the heart of the ship - a quantum wave generator that buckled time and space like a Barnum & Bailey circus mirror.

Corporal Haywood Updike:
And what's our mission, sir?

Sargeant Carl Weaver:
Why, we're gonna fly that giant suppository back to 1943 and shove it up Adolf Hitler's ass.

Sargeant Carl Weaver:
Well, Kindermann, I believe the destiny of man is to rule the cosmos. To be first raised as God's children, then to ascend and take His place.

Rifleman Roberto Barelli:
Growin' up in Brooklyn, I seen a lot of ugly things... Protestants thumpin' Catholics, Catholics thumpin' Jews... Everyone runnin' their own stinkin' racket... Jeez, talk about organized religion.

Corporal Haywood Updike:
What the hell kind of tune are you playin'?

Rifleman Roberto Barelli:
I'm playin' Yankee Doodle Dandy. I'm playin' The Star Spangled Banner. And if we don't all start singin' from the same song book, then those Nazi bastards will have us singin' Lili Marleen.

Captain Donald O'Brian:
You lying sack of sh*t! I'll see you court-marshalled for this!

Corporal Haywood Updike:
F*** you, you Jew f*ggot! I'll tear you a new a**hole! The wop was dragged into the swamp nice and deep.

Sargeant Carl Weaver:
Cut this sh*t out the both of you! This is a military operation! Any more insubordination, Corporal, and I'll discipline you personally.

Captain Donald O'Brian:
[to Weaver] If you can't sling a leash around that a**hole, then I will.

Captain Donald O'Brian:
Updike, I hope you packed Lederhosen...

Sargeant Carl Weaver:
This is the day when the planets will be wreathed in dying garlands, when the abattoir will be substituted for the guillotine... welcome to New Germania!