Oh, cool under fire, I like that.
May I ask, Captain, when we expect to reach the ice barrier?
When the clock strikes twelve…
My father was a watch maker. He abandoned it when Einstein discovered time is relative. I would only agree that a symbolic clock is as nourishing to the intellect as photograph of oxygen to a drowning man.
“By the way, Happy New Year.” “Thank you, sir. Same to you.”
It is not the end. It is not the beginning of the end. It is the end of the beginning.
“I used to hate the water.” “I can’t imagine why.”
There’s a monster outside my room, can I have a glass of water?
No water, no food after midnight, and no bright light.
And that’s how I found out there’s no Santa Claus.
But you don’t want to be bamboozled. You don’t want to be led down the primrose path! You don’t want to be conned or duped. Have the wool pulled over your eyes. Hoodwinked! You don’t want to be taken for a ride. Railroaded!
That’s exactly why we want to produce this play. To show the world the true Hitler, the Hitler you loved, the Hitler you knew, the Hitler with a song in his heart.
They lose me right after the bunker scene.
Well you probably heard we ain’t in the prisoner-takin’ business; we in the killin’ Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin’.
We were in a Biblical frame of mind on the twenty-third of May 1943, at the Berghof. He had denied himself children because he knew that no son could flourish in the shadow of so godlike a father! But when he heard what was theoretically possible, that I could create one day not his son, not even a carbon-copy but another original, he was thrilled by the idea! The right Hitler for the right future! A Hitler tailor-made for the 1980s, the 1990s, 2000!
Is it safe?.. Is it safe?
Obviously!
I was born a poor black child.
And did you know as a girl growing up that one day you’d be a maid?
She’s just the scullery maid from the kitchen!