I just want to punch god in the face

Erich: What? That doesn't seem physically possible.

Weiss: That's exactly what Anson kept screaming.

(*Flashback to Tanya repeatedly beating Anson to death with his own skull*)

Glanz: Uh, is it because the war's over and you're sending us home?

Tanya: That's exactly it, lieutenant. War's over. We won. Turns out you're the big hero. We're gonna hold a parade in your honor. I get to drive the float. And Lieutenant Serebryakov here is in charge of confetti!

Weiss: What are they doing?

Tanya: ...What?!

Weiss: I said, what are they doing now?

Tanya: God... damn! I'm getting so sick of answering that question---

Weiss: You have a fucking rifle; I can't see shit! So don't bitch at me because I'm not going to just sit up here and play with my dick---

Tanya: Okay, okay, look: they're just standing there and talking. Okay? That's all they're doing--- that's all they ever do--- is just stand there and talk. That's what they were doing last week, that's what they were doing when you asked me five minutes ago. So five minutes from now, when you ask me, "What are they doing?", my answer's gonna be, "They're still just talking, and they're still just standing there!"

Weiss: ...What are they talking about?

Viktoriya: How?

Tanya: Same way I get anybody to do anything: I find what they’re emotionally invested in and I exploit it.

Tanya Degurechaff