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.