My father…never liked you.
I despise the way you pose yourself. You and your whole fucking family.
…you’re my older brother and I love you, but don’t ever take sides with anyone against the family again. Ever.
Before we start this, there’s something you should know: I am your father’s cousin’s best friend’s former roommate.
What’s that make us?
Absolutely nothing.
This strange mixing of minds may be the greatest single service ever performed for humanity! Let’s go, but, inconspicuously, through the window. We’ll use our Batropes.
We’re men, we’re not pinatas, okay? And we’re really hung over.
You can’t park that car here!
We’re not parking it, we’re abandoning it!
This isn’t a reasonable place to park?
You’re on the sidewalk!
Thank God for the rain to wash the trash off the sidewalk.
Frankly, you’re beginning to smell and for a stud in New York, that’s a handicap.
Mein Fueher! I can walk!
Springtime, for Hitler, and Germany;
Goosestep’s the new step, today!
Coming soon:
Hitler on Ice!
Jews in Space!
May the schwartz be with you!
Oh crap, three Mel Brooks movies in a row!
I’m not afraid.
You will be.
How do you shoot the devil in the back? What if you miss?
Well, if you had a gun, shoot 'em in the head. If you didn’t, get a torch and burn 'em, they go up pretty easy. Beat em or burn em.
No, no, don’t shoot him. If you shoot him, you’ll just make him mad.
Don’t make me angry, you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.