Stalag 171953

Duke:
Come on, Trader Horn, let's hear it. What'd you give the krauts for that egg?

Sefton:
45 cigarettes. Price has gone up.

Duke:
They wouldn't be the cigarettes you took us for last night?

Sefton:
What was I gonna do with them? I only smoke cigars.

Duke:
Niiice guy. The krauts shoot Manfredi and Johnson last night, and today he's out trading with them.

Sefton:
Look. This may be my last hot breakfast on account of they're going to take that stove out of here, so would you let me eat it in peace?

Animal:
Now ain't that too bad? Tomorrow you'll have to suffer raw eggs.

Shapiro:
Oh, he don't have to worry. He can always trade the krauts for a six-burner gas range. Maybe a deep freeze, too.

Sefton:
What's the beef, boys? So I'm trading. Everybody here is trading. So maybe I trade a little sharper. That make me a collaborator?

Duke:
A lot sharper, Sefton. I'd like to have some of that loot you got in those footlockers.

Sefton:
Oh you would, would you? Listen, stupe. The first week I was in this joint, somebody stole my Red Cross package, my blanket, and my left shoe. Well, since then I've wised up. This ain't no Salvation Army - this is everybody for himself, dog eat dog.