Der Fuehrer's Face (1942)
Nazi: [shoving a copy of Mein Kampf in Donald's face] Here, improve the mind! Heil Hitler!
Singers: Ven Der Fuehrer says "ve is der master race," ve heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's Face! Not to love Der Fuehrer is a great disgrace, so ve heil! Heil! Right in Der Fuehrer's Face!
Donald Duck: Am I glad to be a citizen of the United States of America.
Nazi: Ist we not der super men?
Japanese soldier: Aryan pure super men?
Soldier: Ja, we ist der super men!
Singers: [Prissy voice] Super-duper super men!
Nazi: Ist dis Nazi Land so good? Would you leave it if you could?
Singers: Ja, dis Nazi Land ist good!
Italian soldier: We would leave if we could.
Soldier: We bring the world's new order.
Japanese soldier: [waves small Japanese flag] Heil Hitler's New World Order.
Nazi: Everyone of foreign race Will love der Fuehrer's face When we bring to the world dis-order!
Nazi: [at the factory] Attention, workers! Through the kindness of der Fuehrer, now comes the vacation mit pay.
[a backdrop of the Alps falls down behind Donald in the factory]
Nazi: Ach, the beautiful Alps, mit the birds und the beautiful scenery. Not forgetting to build up the body so we can work harder for der Feuhrer. Heil Hitler.
[Donald does various hand movements, forming a swastika with them, as the Nazi says:]
Nazi: One, two, three, heil! One, two, three, heil! One, two, three, heil! One, two, three, heil!
[the backdrop then rises back up]
Nazi: And now, the vacation is over. By special decree of der Fuehrer... Heil Hitler!... you have been chosen to work... OVERTIME!
[Donald is forced into a Nazi munitions factory]
Nazi: Welcome, workers of Nazi Land! What a glorious privilege is yours to be a Nazi, to work 48 hours a day for der Fuehrer!
Singers: Ven Der Fuehrer says "ve never vill be slaves," ve heil! Heil! But still ve vork like slaves! While Der Fuehrer brags and lies and rants and raves, ve heil! Heil! And vork into our graves!
Singers: Ven Der Fuehrer yells "I gotta have more shells!", ve heil! Heil! For him ve make more shells! If one little shell should blow him right to...
Singers: Ve heil! Heil! And wouldn't that be swell!
Donald Duck: [being forced to make bombs at a ridiculously fast pace] I can't stand it! I can't stand it! I'm going nuts! Stop! Stop! Stop!