Bobby: Don't lose your garlic.
Karen Wallace: Excuse me, I don't mean to intrude, but could you move your ass, dear?
The Boss: Counter, paul.
German Aide: Excuse me for interrupting, but ... British paratroopers have apparently landed. Three kilometers from here.
Field Marshal Model: Why should they do that? There's nothing valuable here. I! I am valuable here! They have all come to capture me!