Max Rothman: I've seen the future. Believe me, it came straight at us. There's no future in the future.
Max Rothman: Try not to be one of those people who finds a slight in any compliment.
Art patron/friend of Max's: So if art, as an object, is dead, why is everything so expensive?
Max Rothman: Otherwise nobody would buy it.
Max Rothman: Listen, do you wanna meet some girls?
Adolf Hitler: Girls?
Max Rothman: Yes, Hitler, girls! You know, those brilliant creatures who make you feel artistic without doing a stitch of work? Come on.
George Grosz: What's his name?
Max Rothman: Hitler.
George Grosz: Never heard of him.
Max Rothman: You will.
Liselore Von Peltz: Where's your wife?
Max Rothman: Waiting for her entrance, I suppose.
Liselore Von Peltz: And where does that leave me?
Max Rothman: Talented, with options.
Adolf Hitler: I am the new avant garde.
Max Rothman: You're an awfully hard man to like, Hitler, but I'm gonna try. Because if I've learned anything over the past four years, it's that we all shit the same, scream the same, and die the same.
