Five Graves to Cairo (1943)
Field Marshal Rommel: [to Mouche] I don't like women in the morning. Go away!
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.
Mouche: I'm not afraid of generals...
Lt. Schwegler: You're not?
Mouche: ...it's lieutenants I'm afraid of.
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 Mouche, as she serves him coffee in bed] Your hands are neat - why isn't the spoon?
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!