Bridget Quotes

Col. Hans Landa: [Landa and Bridget sit alone in Shosanna's office; in German] Let me see your foot.
Bridget von Hammersmark: [in German] I beg your pardon?
Col. Hans Landa: [he pats his lap] Put your foot in my lap.
Bridget von Hammersmark: Hans, you embarrass me.
[Landa intolerantly points at his lap.

Bridget gives in and places her foot in Landa's lap. Landa gently removes her shoe]
Col. Hans Landa: Could you please reach into the right pocket of my coat and give me what you find in there?
[Bridget slowly reaches into Landa's pocket. Her hand closes around what's inside and she glances at Landa with a look of sudden terror]
Col. Hans

Landa: [he simply smiles at Bridget and nods]
[Bridget slowly pulls out the shoe she lost in the tavern firefight from Landa's coat pocket]
Col. Hans Landa: May I?
[Bridget hands over the shoe, and Landa slips it neatly onto her foot, showing it fits perfectly]
Col. Hans Landa: Voila.
Col. Hans Landa:

[In English] What's that American expression? "If the shoe fits, you must wear it."
Bridget von Hammersmark: [chuckles lightly and nervously] What now, Colonel?
[Landa aggressively grabs Bridget by the throat, throws her off the chair and violently strangles her to death]

Col. Hans Landa: Tell me, Aldo, if I were sitting where you're sitting, would you show me mercy?
Lt. Aldo Raine: Nope.
Col. Hans Landa: What is that English expression about shoes and feet?
Lt. Aldo Raine: "Looks like the shoe is on the other foot." Yeah, I was just thinking that.
Col. Hans

Landa: [in German] You may leave us. But stay alert outside.
[in English]
Col. Hans Landa: So you're Aldo the Apache.
Lt. Aldo Raine: So you're the Jew Hunter.
Col. Hans Landa: I'm a detective. A damn good detective. Finding people is my specialty, so naturally, I worked for the Nazis finding people and yes,

some of them were Jews, but Jew Hunter?
[Scoffs]
Col. Hans Landa: Just a name that stuck.
Pfc. Smithson Utivich: Well, you do have to admit it is catchy.
Col. Hans Landa: Do you control the nicknames your enemies bestow on you? Aldo the Apache and the Little Man?
Pfc. Smithson Utivich: What do

you man, the Little Man?
Col. Hans Landa: Germans' nickname for you.
Pfc. Smithson Utivich: The Germans' nickname for me is the Little Man?
Col. Hans Landa: And, as if to make my point, I'm a little surprised how tall you were in real life. I mean, you're a little fellow, but not "circus-midget" little, as your reputation

would suggest.
Lt. Aldo Raine: Where's my men? Where Bridget von Hammersmark?
Col. Hans Landa: Well, let's just say she got what she deserved. And when you purchase friends like Bridget von Hammersmark, you get what you pay for. Now, as far as your paesanos, Sergeant Donowitz and Private Omar...
Lt. Aldo Raine: How you know

our names?
Col. Hans Landa: Lieutenant Aldo, if you don't think I wouldn't interrogate every single one of your swastika-marked survivors... We simply aren't operating on the level of mutual respect I assumed.
Lt. Aldo Raine: No, I guess not.
Col. Hans Landa: Well, back to the whereabouts of your two Italian saboteurs. As of

this moment, both Omar and Donowitz should be sitting in the very seats we left them in, 0023 and 0024, if my memory serves, explosives still around their ankles, ready to explode, and your mission, some would call it a terrorist plot, as of this moment, is still a go.
Lt. Aldo Raine: That's a purdy exciting story. What's next? Eliza on Ice?
Col. Hans

Landa: However, all I have to do is pick up this phone right here, inform the cinema, and your plan's kaput.
Lt. Aldo Raine: If they're still there, and if they're still alive, and that's one big "If", there ain't no way you gonna take them boys without setting off them bombs.
Col. Hans Landa: I have no doubt. And yes, some Germans will die,

and yes, it will ruin the evening, and yes, Goebbels will be very, very, very mad at you for what you've done to his big night, but you won't get Hitler, you won't get Goebbels, you won't get Göring, and you won't get Bormann and you need all four to end the war. But if I don't pick up this phone right here, you may very well get all four and if you get all four, you end the war. Tonight.

[Landa opens a bottle of Chianti]
Col. Hans Landa: So, gentlemen, let's discuss the prospect of ending the war tonight.
[He pours wine for himself, Aldo, and Utivich]
Col. Hans Landa: So, the way I see it, since Hitler's death or possible rescue rests solely on my reaction, if I do nothing, it's as if I'm causing his death even more than

yourselves. Wouldn't you agree?
Lt. Aldo Raine: I guess so.
Col. Hans Landa: How 'bout you, Utivich?
Pfc. Smithson Utivich: I guess so too.
Col. Hans Landa: Gentleman, I have no intention of killing Hitler and killing Goebbels and killing Göring and killing Bormann, not to mention winning the war

single-handedly for the Allies, only later to find myself standing before a Jewish tribunal. If you want to win the war tonight, we have to make a deal!
Lt. Aldo Raine: What kind of deal?
Col. Hans Landa: The kind you wouldn't have the authority to make. However, I'm sure this mission of yours has a commanding officer. A general. I'm betting for...

OSS would be my guess.
[pause]
Col. Hans Landa: Ooh! That's a bingo! Is that the way you say it? "That's a bingo"?
Lt. Aldo Raine: You just say "Bingo".
Col. Hans Landa: Bingo! How fun! But I digress. Where were we? Yeah! Make a deal. Over there is a very capable two-way radio and sitting behind it is a more than

capable radio operator named Hermann. Get me someone on the other end of that radio with the power of the pen to authorize my, let's call it, the terms of my conditional surrender, if that tastes better going down.
Lt. Aldo Raine: You know, where I'm from...
Col. Hans Landa: Yeah, where is that exactly?
Lt. Aldo Raine:

Maynardville, Tennessee. I've done my share of bootlegging. Up there, if you engage in what the federal government calls illegal activity, but what we call just a man trying to make a living for his family, selling moonshine liquor, it behooves oneself to keep his wits. Long story short: We hear a story too good to be true, it ain't.
Col. Hans Landa: Sitting in your chair,

I would probably say the same thing, and 999,999 times out of 1,000,000, you would be correct. But in the pages of history, every once in a while, Fate reaches out and extend its hand.
[shrugs]
Col. Hans Landa: What shall the history books read?