Patton1970

[during a Soviet-American celebration after the fall of Berlin]

Russian Translator:
The general would like to know if you will drink a toast with him.

Patton:
Thank the general, and tell him that I have no desire to drink with him, or any other Russian son of a b*tch.

Russian Translator:
[aghast] I can't tell him that!

Patton:
Tell him, every word.

Russian Translator:
[nervously, in Russian] He says he will not drink with you, or any other Russian son of a b*tch.

Russian General:
[angrily, in Russian] Tell him he is a son of a b*tch, too! Now!

Russian Translator:
[nervously] He says, he thinks you are a son of a b*tch, too!

Patton:
[laughing] All right, all right. Tell him I'll drink to that. One son of a b*tch to another!