Michael York credited as playing...
Brian Roberts
- Brian Roberts: You're American.
- Sally: Oh God, how depressing! You're meant to think I'm an international woman of mystery. I'm working on it like mad.
- Brian Roberts: Aren't you ever gonna stop deluding yourself, hmm? Handling Max? Behaving like some ludicrous little underage femme fatale? You're... you're about as fatale as an after dinner mint!
- [on the pronunciation of "phlegm"]
- Brian Roberts: P H is always pronounced as F, and, uh, you don't sound the G.
- Natalia Landauer: Then why are they putting the G, please?
- Brian Roberts: That's, that's a very good question, but rather difficult to explain.
- Sally: Try, Brian.
- Brian Roberts: Well, uh, it's just there.
- Natalia Landauer: So, Mr. Professor, you do not know?
- Brian Roberts: No.
- Natalia Landauer: Then I am sorry. I cannot help you.
- Sally: I saw a film the other day about syphilis. Ugh! It was too awful. I couldn't let a man touch me for a week. Is it true you can get it from kissing?
- Fritz: Oh, yes. And your king, Henry VIII, got it from Cardinal Wolsey whispering in his ear.
- Natalia: That is not, I believe, founded in fact. But from kissing, most decidedly; and from towels, and from cups.
- Sally: And of course screwing.
- Natalia: Screw-ing, please?
- Sally: Oh, uh...
- [thinking]
- Sally: fornication.
- Natalia: For-ni-ca-tion?
- Sally: Oh, uh, Bri, darling, what is the German word?
- Brian Roberts: I don't remember.
- Sally: [thinking] Oh... um... oh yes!
- Brian Roberts: Oh, no...
- Sally: Bumsen!
- Natalia: [appalled] Oh.
- Brian Roberts: That would be the one German word you pronounce perfectly.
- Sally: Well, I ought to. I spent the entire afternoon bumsening like mad with this ghastly old producer who promised to get me a contract.
- [pause]
- Sally: Gin, Miss Landauer?
- Brian Roberts: [as Max and Brian are leaving the beer garden where the audience, led by a Hitler Youth boy, is singing "Tomorrow Belongs to Me"] Do you still think you can control them?
- Sally: I suppose you're wondering what I'm doing, working at a place like the Kit Kat Club.
- Brian Roberts: Well, it is a rather unusual place.
- Sally: That's me, darling. Unusual places, unusual love affairs. I am a most strange and extraordinary person.
- Brian Roberts: How's the, uh, gigolo campaign going?
- Fritz Wendel: Terrible. This week, already I'm giving up three dinner invitations to spend thirty-two marks on her.
- Brian Roberts: That's quite a sacrifice.
- Fritz Wendel: And here's the craziness: I like it. God damn it!
- Brian Roberts: What?
- Fritz Wendel: I think I'm falling in love with her.
- Brian Roberts: Oh, I'm so sorry.
- Fritz Wendel: So am I.
- Maximilian von Heune: The Nazis are just a gang of stupid hooligans, but they do serve a purpose. Let them get rid of the Communists. Later we'll be able to control them.
- Brian Roberts: But who exactly is we?
- Maximilian von Heune: Germany, of course.
- Brian Roberts: You did it, didn't you?
- Sally: Did what, darling?
- Brian Roberts: The abortion. In God's name, why?
- Sally: One of my whims?