Colonel Franz Ritter:
We're all gonna die! Where's the bomb!
Martin Vogel:
Out Ritter, I've taken over!
Elliot Howell III:
Well countess, I've never enjoyed losing so much!
Karl Boerth:
Excuse me, I'm just a poor gypsy.
Knorr:
A drink to the one I love. The Hindenburg!
Woman:
They act like Gypsies.
[as the ship begins to crash]
Capt. Pruss:
[whisper, then shout] No... No!
Reed Channing:
[the last line of Reed Channing's concert song; "There's a lot to be said for the Fuhrer"] Who else making opportunities for busy pioneers in occupa -
[Capt. Pruss slams the piano keyboard cover shut]
Capt. Pruss:
[Joe Spah runs out of the lounge imitating airplane engine droning and waving a swastika hankerchief] Thank you so much, Mr Channing. Unfortunately your humor is not the same as ours. Good night, sir.复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
