incorrect der untergang

Hitler: You're fired. Burgdorf: That's homophobic.

Burgdorf: [banging a pen on the table out of frustration] Krebs: Stop that. How would YOU feel if I banged you on the table? Burgdorf: I— Burgdorf: I don’t know the correct answer to that question.

Jodl: If this plan goes down the drain, where should we regroup? Hitler: The afterlife, I guess.

Krebs: Do we really force you to do things you don't want to do? Gunsche: Yeah, but it's okay. Jodl: How is it okay? Gunsche: I promised myself if I ever got a family I'd do whatever they said. Really, I'm lucky you found me before a cult did.

Krebs: Til death do us part, right, Burgdorf? Burgdorf: It's cute you think death can separate us.

Jodl: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into the room. Burgdorf: Fuck that, I'm not kissing any of you. [Krebs walks in] Burgdorf: Fine I'll do it. Rules are rules.

Hitler: When I die, my tombstone won’t say RIP, it will say VIP. Fegelein: That’s because they reserved a special place in hell for you. Hitler: Yeah, the throne.

Schenck: They’re children, Hitler! They shouldn’t be soldiers in your crusade! Hitler: The children, Schenck. They yearn for the capes.

Krebs: Don’t you ever just talk? You know, make conversation to put people at ease? Burgdorf: You mean that I should remark upon the weather before I punch a guy in the face? Krebs: Never mind.

Fegelein, watching Burgdorf go Insane: Hitler, you're officially only the second highest risk here. Hitler: Hell yeah! I'm gonna— Fegelein: Don't finish that sentence, you'll move back up.

Goebbels: Hey, what are you doing tonight? Jodl: More like, who am I doing tonight? Goebbels: Jodl: No one. I'm free. What's up?

Fegelein: Don't overreact. Gunsche, already shoveling dirt onto his grave: I'm not.