Five Graves to Cairo (1943)
Lt. Schwegler: [to Mouche] Stupid. Never ask a big man for a small favor.
Lt. Schwegler: We've been killing the English like flies! Later, we'll kill the flies like the English.
Field Marshal Rommel: We shall take that big fat cigar out of Mr. Churchill's mouth and make him say Heil.
Lt. Schwegler: Our complaints are brief. We make them against the nearest wall.
Lt. Schwegler: [checking his guidebook entry about the hotel] You have a native cook by the name of Berek.
Farid: [nervous] Terek, sir. Terek. Yes, sir. But he ran away this morning. With the British to Alexandria.
Lt. Schwegler: [checking the guidebook] You have a wife.
Farid: Oh, yes, sir. Yes. But *she* run away. Yes, sir.
Lt. Schwegler: With the British to Alexandria?
Farid: [sadly] No, sir. With a Greek to Casablanca.
[Sebastiano, an Italian general, has just learned that he has been assigned to a hotel room with no running water by the condescending German officers]
Gen. Sebastiano: Another kick in the face! They let us die, but they don't let us wash! Well, what did we expect? As we say in Milano, "When you lie down with dogs, you wake up with fleas!"
Cpl. John J. Bramble: That's right, sir.
[Sebastiano looks at Bramble, nervously]
Gen. Sebastiano: [cautioning him] You haven't heard anything...
Cpl. John J. Bramble: Of course not, sir. From so far away, how can I hear what they say in Milano?
Gen. Sebastiano: [smiles] Good!
Field Marshal Rommel: [to the officers seated at the breakfast table] Rice pudding in Egypt - you never know if it's raisins - or flies!
Cpl. John J. Bramble: [to Farid] You're talking through your fez!
Field Marshal Rommel: [to the British officer-prisoners] I gave you 20 questions, gentlemen. That is question 21.
Field Marshal Rommel: [to Mouche] I don't like women in the morning. Go away!
Mouche: I'm not afraid of generals...
Lt. Schwegler: You're not?
Mouche: ...it's lieutenants I'm afraid of.
Field Marshal Rommel: [to Mouche, as she serves him coffee in bed] Your hands are neat - why isn't the spoon?
Cpl. John J. Bramble: [Visiting Mouche's gravesite] Hello, Mouche.
Cpl. John J. Bramble: Perhaps I should bend down so you can hear me better. I brought you that parasol, Mouche, from a shop. They swore it was real ivory. Let's hope so.
[He opens the parasol and places it on her grave]
Cpl. John J. Bramble: It will give you some shade until we come to take you back, where there are trees and leaves, and rivers, dew on the grass. Don't worry, Mouche, we're after 'em now. When you feel the earth shake, it'll be our tanks and our guns and our lorries. Thousands and thousands of them. British, French and American. We're after 'em now, coming from all sides. We're going to blast the blazes out of 'em.
Mouche: Aren't there enough dead already?
Cpl. John J. Bramble: Oh, yes. There are a lot of dead, Mouche. In Tobruk I saw them piled up in the hundreds. In Sevastopol, they lay ten deep. They were blown to bits in the Repulse and the Prince of Wales. In Athens, they're dying of starvation, four hundred of them. For what, Mouche? So that somebody like you can hold up a tin cup to a victorious Lieutenant... begging for a pfennigs worth of pity? It's not one brother that matters, it's a million brothers. It's not just one prison gate that they might sneak open for you. It's all their gates that must go.
Mouche: Alright. Talk. You talk such big words. You have a million brothers. I'm small. I've only one. And I want him to live.