This is a recorded Gestapo message. I am not taking calls at the moment but you may leave a message on the revolving wax disc. Please speak after the gunshot.
Nobody would dare to touch a Gestapo sausage.[explaining why the painting is safe simply hanging in Rene’s kitchen]
Helga, we live in dangerous times. We know not what fate has in store. One day the Gestapo may become unpopular.
There is no reason to cease your jollification just because a senior Gestapo officer in a particularly foul mood is entering your premises.[announcing to the Cafe that he is pissed]
I suppose you thought that because von Smallhausen was very small and walked with a limp, you could outpace him. Little do you know he was the cross country limping champion of Westphalia.[to Leclerc]
You put your left boot in, you take your left boot out, you do a lot of shouting and you shake your fists about, you light a little smokey and you burn down ze town, zat’s what it’s all about. Heil. Ah, Himmler, Himmler, Himmler…[sings the Gestapo Hokey-Cokey]
This is very serious. The Gestapo is only insured third party.[after Hans has accidentally run over his car with a steamroller]