Peter: When I was a boy about half past three, my daddy said son come here to me. He said things may come and things may go but this is one thing you ought to know:
Thomas, Arvid, and Peter: Tain't what you do it's the way that you do it. Tain't what you do it's the way that you do it. Tain't what you do it's the way that you do it. That's what gets me through.
Arvid: Ma ma ma ma!

Willi: "Looks to me like you have to go to the bathroom"

Willi: "I can be sleazy. Just give me a chance"
Peter: "We dont need a pink eared midget hanging around. Go home to Mama"

Thomas: "I'm not a traitor! I'm a cowboy and you're a pansy!"

S.S. Officail: "I see the resemblence. Or is it a family proclivity for facial abrasions"

Thomas: "Oh look what we have here, Peter's priss"
Peter: "Who says I'm interested?"
Thomas: "Oh come on you're tongue was on the floor"

Thomas: "I say we go to the red light district make some new friends" - Thomas
Arvid: "Those kind of friends cost a lot of money"
Thomas: "Actually, I was thinking about using some of that dough you got stashed away"
Arvid: "Oh no no no, Im saving that for a short way radio. I'm not going to spend that on some tart"
Thomas: "That's because even if you paid her you couldn't get one to go with you"

Thomas: "Just sit in here all day with your records whacking off"

Thomas: "Can you imagine the look on the little creeps face when we walk in with it?"

S.S. Official: "It's better to know what you're agreeing to before you become a part of something"

Thomas: "Hey! It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing! du wa du wa du wu wa!!!"

Arvid: "Quiz Time. Got your glasses on"
Thomas: "What?"
Arvid: "Means you don't know who your friends are"

Thomas: "We're gangsters!"
Peter: "We're cowboys!"
Arvid: "Youre idiots"

Peter: "Are you playing cowboys and indians? Can we play too?"

Arvid: "Fouse is an ugly girl"
Thomas: "Like that fouse you went for at the Bismark the other night"

Thomas: "Let's see how you do when you're not fighting a cripple"

Peter: "Where did you get these?"
Otto: "I got 'em"

Thomas: "Well it was the swingiest party ever, right peter?"

Peter: "You dont know anything about swing do you?"
Evey: "Of course I do, just not a lot"

Thomas: "Oh! Shakes Patrol!"

Peter: "Murdereristic Herr Hitman"

Arvid: "No, no one who likes swing can become a nazis"

Arvid: "It means what it means"

Arvid: "I think I hear a little bit of activity in the jean croupa section"

Thomas: "Im sorry im not as smart as you. You know the only reason you know all these hits is 'casue you cant dance to them"

Thomas: "What if we lifted it? Next time he comes in for his hot loaves he gets the cold shoulder instead"

Thomas: "Damn! Pounders!"

Frau Muller: "You must learn to steel yourself, you cannot let your feelings overcome you"

Thomas: "Think about it, it's the perfect cover .H.J. by day, swing kids by night"

Doctor Berger: "Our little Adolphie is no fool"
Thomas: "Is that why you voted for him?"

Thomas: "You know Arvid looks at everything backwards. He's a weirdo"

Arvid: "Want to hear a song for the Fatherland? Play it yourself"

Arvid: "It's not just one song, or that's all, don't you see? Anytime you go along with them, anytime you try to help them it just makes it easier"

Arvid: "I would rather belong to anyone, anyone, then belong to the Nazis like you do"

Peter: "They want us to spy on our own parents. God knows what else they'll do!"

Peter: "It doesn't matter, I know who my friends are. I'm not alone. You're not a murderer Thomas, you're not like them"

Evey: How do I look?
Peter: Like gold.

Peter: [turning down a cigarette] Can't, they smell your breath.
Arvid: Then we better not listen to this music, they may listen to your ears.

Peter: You can't listen to this and not dance!

Peter: If you side with the Nazis, Thomas, then we're at war.

Arvid: I would rather belong to any one...ANYONE, than belong to the Nazis like you do.
Thomas: That's because you have everything backwards. Nazis go anywhere they want, do anything they want, everyone gets out of our way.
Arvid: Quiz time. Got your glasses on.
Thomas: What?
Arvid: It means you don't know who your friends are.

Arvid: No one who likes swing can become a Nazi.

Peter: You're turning into a fucking Nazi!
Thomas: Oh so WHAT if I AM?

SS Offical: How I envy the young. For them everything is so clear. Things seem to be either one way or another. It is only with a little age that you begin to see life as a series of compromises. But even in compromising one must draw a line.

Willi: "Swing Heil! Peter! Swing Heil!"