— You think I was made in God's image? You think he wears glasses?
— Not with those frames.
Wow! The battle looks completely different when you're in the middle of it than it does to the generals up on the hill.
— My seconds will call on your seconds.
— My seconds will be out. Have 'em call on my thirds. If my thirds are out, go to my fourths.
I can't shoot him. He's a human being. He'll bleed on the carpet.
— My room at midnight?
— Perfect. Will you be there, too?
— He wants the serfs to run the country.
— Why not the criminal element? Or the Jews?
— Some Jews are smart. Though I hear their women don't practise sex after marriage.
Regarding love... You know, what can you say? It's not the quantity of your sexual relations that count. It's the quality. On the other hand, if the quantity drops below once every eight months, I would definitely look into it.
He had been bayoneted to death by a Polish conscientious objector.
— You can clean the mess hall and the latrine!
— Yessir! How will I tell the difference?
We have to take everything and flee. I'm very good at that. I was the men's freestyle fleeing champion for two years. We have to burn the food so the French don't get it. But it's tough to light borscht.
Now, where did you say you were going? Oh, yes, the war. Well... Dress warmly, Boris, and have a nice time.
— Get a receipt. Make sure you get a receipt.
— Why do you need that? You're dead.
— Tax purposes.
— Oh! Good thinking.
The key here, I think, is to not think of death as an end, but think of it more as a very effective way of cutting down on your expenses.
— Back from the war, I see.
— Yes. I'd have stayed longer, but they ran out of medals.