Landa Quotes

[last lines]
Lt. Aldo Raine: Y'know... Utivich 'n myself heard that deal you made with the brass. "End the war tonight"?... I'd make that deal. How 'bout you Utivich, you make that deal?
Pfc. Smithson Utivich: [busy scalping Hermann] I'd make that deal.
Lt. Aldo Raine: I don't blame ya! Damn good deal! And that purty little

nest you feathered for yourself. Well, if you're willing to barbecue the whole high command, I 'spose that's worth certain considerations. But I do have one question. When you get to your little place on Nantucket Island, I 'magine you're gonna take off that handsome-lookin' S.S. uniform of yours, ain'tcha?... That's what I thought. Now that I can't abide. How 'bout you Utivich, can you abide it?

Pfc. Smithson Utivich: [finishes scalping Hermann] Not one damn bit, sir.
Lt. Aldo Raine: I mean, if I had my way... you'd wear that goddamn uniform for the rest of your pecker-suckin' life. But I'm aware that ain't practical, I mean at some point you're gonna hafta take it off. So. I'm 'onna give you a little somethin' you can't take off.

[cut to Landa screaming and crying as Raine carves a swastika into his forehead]
Lt. Aldo Raine: [smirks widely] You know somethin', Utivich? I think this just might be my masterpiece!
[Raine and Utvich grin sardonically as the credits roll]

Col. Hans Landa: [in German] So who are your three handsome escorts?
Bridget von Hammersmark: [in German] I'm afraid neither three speak a word of German. They're friends of mine from Italy. This is the wonderful Italian stuntman, Enzo Gorlomi; a very talented cameraman, Antonio Margheriti; and Antonio's camera assistant, Dominick Decocco.

Bridget von Hammersmark: [in Italian] Gentlemen, this is an old friend, Colonel Hans Landa of the SS.
Lt. Aldo Raine: [in Italian with obvious southern accent] Buongiorno.
Col. Hans Landa: [in flawless Italian] Gentlemen, it's a pleasure; the friends of our cherished star, admired by all of us, this outright jewel of our culture, are

naturally going to be under my personal protection for the duration of their stay.
Lt. Aldo Raine: [after a pause] Grazie.
Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian] Gorlomi? Am I pronouncing it correctly?
Lt. Aldo Raine: [in a very bad accent] Sì... er, corretto.
Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian] Gorla... lomi? Say it

for me once please?
Lt. Aldo Raine: [mispronouncing the name] Gorlami.
Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian, faking confusion] I'm sorry, again?
Lt. Aldo Raine: [slightly annoyed] Gorlami.
Col. Hans Landa: [in Italian] Once more?
Lt. Aldo Raine: [obviously annoyed, leans forward and

whispers] Gorlami.

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]