All language subtitles for The 25th Reich (2012)

While Hitler pounds
the allies in Europe,

American Troops under
the command of General MacArthur

are forced to retreat
from the advancing Japanese

to the safety of Australia.

During transit, two black pumas,

ceremonial mascots
of the newly arrived infantry,

escape after a truck rollover,

disappearing into the Australian Bush.

Fearing a public relations disaster,

MacArthur dispatches
a squad of five U.S soldiers

to catch or kill the pumas.

But the pumas are the least
of the squad's problems,

for a far more sinister danger awaits
them in the high mountain wilderness.

What's the prognosis, Corporal?

Mamma Mia!

Well if that ain't the cat's meow.

As much as I have a fondness for pussy,

I suggest we skip
the oral lesson captain

And how, Sergeant Weaver.

Say Captain,

I saw 'Yank in the Rank"
three times,

You and Judy Garland
make a fine couple, sir.

So you're the sucker
that came to see that movie, huh?

Yes, sucker three times over, sir.

Well, you should've made it
ten times, Ishback.

- They mights run it a second week.
- Oi, oi, oi...

"North-West Mounted Police",

"Billy the Kid's Gun Justice"

I've seen them all, but
'Yank in the Rank",

that's my favorite, sir.

You know...

I haven't looked at another girl's legs
since that night you left.

Well I've looked at other men.

Ah, but I bet you didn't look at them
the same way you looked at me...

That first night in Kansas City.

Ah, it's a dilly.

You know, when you beat this outfit
you gotta go into show business.

Maybe, maybe you'll introduce me
to Judy Garland, hey, Captain?

Why...

I'll introduce you to
a great anythings, Ishback.

Say, Australia's some crazy place huh?

Like you seen the animals
they got around here?

"Boing-boing-boing"

I think none of them are as badass

as chupacabra we got
back home in Tornado Alley.

Aw, Updike you're a punch drunk
hay-burner,

Everyone knows the chupacabra
don't exist.

Hey, Barelli, pitfall's a guinea, how come
you are nearly kissing Mussolini's ass?

- To hell with you, you dumb rube.
- Now, now, boys,

we're all batting
for the same team here,

- all for the same team.
- I don't care what you goofs think,

I'm as Uncle Sam's as the rest of ya's.

Three generations all in Brooklyn,

I might be a wop but I ain't no fascist.

You've seen what those guys
done to Sicily?

Brooklyn? When the hell did that
become part of the States?

Say, if we do get invaded
and there's a last stand,

it'll be in Brooklyn. Jeez,

there's some neighborhoods
even I wouldn't walk into.

This is it boys,
guess we hoof it from here on in.

I've never seen a puma before, Sarge,

- what am I meant to do?
- Shoot them, you idiot!

Damn!

How that ain't the biggest purple
helmeted snot Nazi I ever did see.

Look at it and weep, Updike.

What if I wipe your ass with it,
Mussolini?

Yeah... you wipe your ass
with this, Updike,

might just get you into heaven.

It looks like you're about
to wet your pants, Ishback.

The last Puma I saw, Sergeant,
was at the San Diego Zoo.

Well, at least it was behind bars.

Captain...

Oh. Jesus of the pure Earth.

[...]!

Looks like this good old boy
was trying to do himself a little hunt?

Stupid kangaroo fucker,
taking on a goddamn puma.

As if a little pop gun like this
would scratch those kitty-cats.

Alright, Sergeant, I wanna be on top
of that bridge by sunset.

We brain those pumas tonight,
tomorrow will be duck soup.

Yes, sir. Alright boys
you've got three minutes,

then I want a chorus
of "Teddy Bears Picnic".

Barelli, Ishback,
you got detail on the coffin.

Updike, you think you can get
Muhammad to the mountain?

Enough dynamite, Sarge
and I'll get the mountain to Muhammad.

Atta boy.

- Ishback, get your ass over here!
- Coming, Sarge, right away.

Son of a bitch.

What the fuck's in this thing, anyway?
Sarge, your old lady?

Yeah maybe one of those wop dames
from Expositor's pork store.

So Italian's like to eat, you think
we got a choice in the matter?

Can the horseplay, Barelli,
and get moving,

- we're burning daylight.
- Yes, Sarge.

You should see how my momma eats...

Say, Captain, what's that Nazi loving
eye-tie doing on this detail anyhow?

I mean, goddamn
National Socialists, sir.

Orders from the top, Corporal.
Ours is not to reason why.

Yeah, well I don't like shipping out
with no fascist.

This detail's crummy enough as it is.

All that we are is the result
of what we thought,

what we think is what we become.

Billy the Kid's 'Gun Justice', scene 42.

Don't go getting all nickel led
and deemed, Updike.

Okay boys, round 'em up
and move them out.

You boys drop that transmitter, you'll be down
three weeks in the hoosegow.

We'll be careful, Sarge.

Goddamn right you will.

Say, Sarge, can't we get
"The Andrew Sisters" on this thing?

"Beat me, Daddy, eight to the bar..."

That ain't no crystal set, Barelli.

Doesn't pick up signals,
it sends 'em out.

Ultra high frequencies
to attract the pumas.

Like a dog signal right, Sarge?

We had this old hunting dog
back home.

As quick as all get-out
when my daddy blew that whistle.

Oh that's exactly what it is, Updike,

only damn more expensive
that your old daddy's dog whistle.

Hey, Captain, how come the 96 couldn't
keep a racoon like everybody else, huh?

Well they wanted Lana Turner but
she was busy servicing the Joint Chiefs.

- Oi, oi, oi...
- Say, didn't the 91st have a pet monkey?

Nah, that was the general's wife.

Maybe it was a kraut-loving hypo.

Can it, Corporal.

We wouldn't be on this dumb ass detail
if that rube wop didn't roll his truck.

I said CAN IT!

Take it easy with that box guys.

Alright, smoke 'em if you got 'em.

Oh no !

Ssstinking, worthless kike!

I-I was just taking a drink, Sarge!

Yeah try taking a drink while I shove
that canteen up your tight Jewish ass!

Don't go all hard-boiled, Sergeant.

- He didn't do it on purpose.
- God-damn it!

A whole stack of man hours went
into building this contraption...

a whole stack of man hours.

Guys, I just hate to make you hump it
all this way up the mountain for nothing.

Okay, Private? Borelli?

Pick it up.

Updike, back on point.
This ain't no hog-tying.

Shit. I can't figure
why you bums are with us.

Screwball jewball,

and a no good ginzo,
ought to be a law against y'all.

Quit gold-bricking, keep moving...

you got me to deal with.

- Captain how much further?
- Not far.

This will do. Find a flat spot
over here, flat and level put it down.

Put it on a flat spot for God's sake.

Ah, Jesus!

- And take it easy!
- Yes, Sarge.

Right there, take it easy, easy, easy.

Everything kosher down there,
Sergeant?

Sweet as a lullaby, Captain,
sweet as a lullaby.

And behold...

God made the heavens
and the pure earth.

God's absent without leave, Sergeant,
or don't you watch the newsreels?

You don't believe
in a higher power, Captain?

I put faith in my own instincts
before some imaginary sky fairy.

If I wasn't an Atheist before Hollywood,
I sure as heck am now!

Rest the men, Sergeant.

Yes sir, Captain.

Captain,

I go the way that
providence dictates sir,

with all the assurance of a sleepwalker.

I'll keep that in mind, Sergeant,
Dismissed.

Okay you bunch of goldbricks,
get off your ass, we've got work to do!

- Updike, I want some bait out ASAP.
- Sergeant

Borelli. Get some communication
going with HQ.

- Yes, Sarge.
- Ishback, you got detail on the latrine.

Oh, come on, Sarge, I did it last week!

So do it again this week!
Move your ass!!

Oh you gotta be kidding me...

We've always been here, waiting for you

to take you back to the stars...

Oh, man.

Shit, don't matter how much
of this Goddamn slop I eat,

this stuff ain't fit for a two-year-old.

Ah, don't be a nudnick, Updike,
quit your whining.

Say Captain... do you think after the war
you can, um... get me a shot in Hollywood?

And put Lon Chaney out of a job?

I love that big death scene
in "Screaming Leathernecks", Captain

where you fled Germany
with those five orphans,

that was some swell picture sir.

You saw that too.
What are you, a masochist?

Not that I know of sir.

Yeah. That death scene was my idea.

RHO hated it
but I talked Schrieffer around.

It was the best scene in the goddamn
picture, got nominated you know.

- Wow!
- A good looking boy like you, Captain,

Bet those Hollywood dames were just
begging you to bang their brains out.

Like Judy Garland, hey, Captain?

Say, did you get to bang her too?

Might of.

Come on, Captain, we'd sure
appreciate some juicy details.

Yeah, come on Cap, let us know.

Yeah, Captain,
what have you got to hide?

Oh no sir, I'm trying to...
I'm trying to give up butts...

No, take a closer look, Ishback.

Go on, Ishback, what's it say?

To the sexiest man I know. J.G.

Wow! Judy Garland?

You banged Judy Garland, sir?
Ain't that the berries!

How about you, Ishback?
How'd you end up in this outfit?

- I mean... you'll all belly laugh, sir.
- No, we won't.

We're all friends here, beat your gums.

My father's a Rabbi in New York,

wanted me to join the Yeshiva,

but I started wondering, sir
where it was... that God actually lived.

And more importantly, sir...

where it was that war actually lived.

And the conclusion I came to, sir,
was that both God and war...

live inside ourselves,

and the moment we get the fires
of peace stoked again,

the sooner we'll all get on
with our lives.

That's why I enlisted.

Who would of thought,

you're pretty fucking smart
for a kid, Ishback, I'll give you that.

But- but there's one more thing I want,

- One thing I want more than anything on Earth.
- Spit it out, Ishback.

Is to be a player, sir.
To be an actor just like you.

- One born every minute.
- Ah, it's OK, Ishback. Good for you.

A man should know what he wants,

I mean, if a ham like me can make it
on the silver screen - you sure as hell can.

You boys might be content
with putting on makeup

and prancing around like
a bunch of pansies in fancy dress.

I got me a man's ambition.

Well don't keep it pent up, Corporal.

I'm gonna be
President of the United States.

Well that is a dilly!

Go ahead and laugh,
you bunch of blue noses.

You'll all see, my dad's a senator,

he's gonna grease that ladder for me...

nice and slippery-like.

You got a problem with my daddy, boy?

Take it easy, Updike.

I ain't the one with the problem,
Corporal Updike.

But I just like to keep
my opinions to myself.

No, go on, Borelli.

Speak your piece,
that's what we're fighting for.

The American people
ain't stupid, Corporal Updike.

they're about as likely to elect a dumb redneck
cracker asshole like you for President,

as they are a... dime-store wop like me.

- Why, you...!
- Easy, Updike! Take it easy.

At ease.

You're funny, Borelli.

You're a real funny boy. I like you.

Yeah, well, I think the President
should be a straight talking man,

a man of values.

Someone the average
Joe can relate to, not some

East Coast intellectual,
or pinko liberal.

I think it's a fine ideal, Updike,
a mighty fine idea.

Alright, I've had enough
of this bullshit, let's go!

Get's get this show on the road.
Borelli, I want you on the God's spot.

- if you see one of them pumas, you nail its ass.
- Yes, sir!

Fucker.

President.

Warm you up, Captain?

Pasadena, Sergeant, thank you.

Captain, wake up! The pumas are here!

Wake up, Captain, they're here!
Come on!

Get up, get up!

We couldn't wake you, sir!

Over, do you read me? Over...

Is it a puma?

Ain't no puma that big.

Or some kind of bear, Updike?
Was it a bear?

Ain't no bear neither.

I picked a hell of time
to give up butts...

- Updike.
- Yes sir.

Get back on point.
We're getting the hell out of here.

Slow down, Captain.

Updike, where the hell are we?

Dang! This is the right direction,
I'm sure of it!

Well this is due east.
We followed the same path down.

Yeah, so where's the Jeep, huh?

Hell I must be losing my marbles.

It should be here, right here... damn!

Say, Captain...

I think you need to see this!

Shoot, some kangaroo fucker stole
the God-damn Jeep.

Yeah, and I think some Kangaroo fucker
has stolen the God-damn road!

What are you an idiot?!

Jesus of the pure Earth...

it worked... it actually worked!

What are you talking about, Sergeant?

You expect me to believe
this flour-flushing shit?

I know you don't believe
in anything, Captain,

no need to reinforce the fact.

You're O.S.S? A Colonel?

It's not the road that's gone
gentlemen. We have.

This... radio transmitter

is a time machine...

a time... machine...

We've gone backwards,
difficult to say how far.

Approximately fifty thousand years.

Beggin' your pardon, Sarge, but, um...

have you completely lost your marbles?

You shouldn't talk that way
to a superior officer.

Yeah, that's right, Borelli, don't talk
that way to a superior officer

This is bullshit!

A psych operation, a trick, and one
I should have been informed of!

That thing that attacked us,
was a Marsupial lion.

- Extinct in our time, but not in this one.
- Updike!

- Plot us a course back to the base.
- There is no base.

Everything within a two mile radius
of that transmitter

has been shipped back in time.

- Our jeep's right where we left it.
- In 1943?

Now you're on the trolley.

No one knew if the coffin would work.

Might have done nothing,
might have killed all of us.

And this mission might still be
a one-way ticket.

Man, you are completely NUTS!!

Don't pretend like you
just got off the boat.

Negative! You put this entire squad
in jeopardy.

And gladly, I'm willing to die
for what I believe in.

- Yeah, what's that?
- A way of life,

a political system that works.

Why, I'd sacrifice myself and every one
of you to preserve those things.

Am I right, Updike?

Hell yes, sir.

The way I see it, Captain,

you ain't the one
giving' the orders anymore...

- you all been demoted.
- Yeah,

Um... well, the way I see it, Updike,
is that...

I think you've had too much
giggle-water.

May I remind all of you,

refusal to obey a superior officer
in a time of war is treason.

I prepared this mission.

I've studied all of your
psychological profiles.

All of you!

I know everybody's dirty little secrets.

You disobey me again and I'll scrag you
good and proper, O'Brian.

Understand?

We've come back to the past
to save the future, gentlemen.

To put an end to the tyranny
of Hitler's Third Reich!

Humanity will owe you all a great debt.

I wanna be west of those mountains
in two hours.

- Updike hit the sixes, you're back on point!
- Yes sir, Colonel, sir.

And, Borelli you're on fire extinguisher.
Let's move out!

Stay outta my way, grease-ball.

Anybody can make history,
Corporal Updike,

but only great men can write it.

God bless America, sir.

- Captain?
- Move out, Private.

You heard the Colonel.

You really believe we've
moved through time, Captain?

I don't know-know what
I believe anymore, Ishback.

When are we gonna put that cracker
asshole back in his box, Captain?

Upon the road of life,
I stumbled into a dark wood,

for the right path had been missed.

What, what was that, Captain?

Inferno in Alabama' - scene 27.

Apple sauce!

You see what kind of a fine
actor he is huh, Borelli?

Oh jeez, if he can act us back to 1943

I'll give the man
an Academy Award myself.

Hold it right there.

Jesus of the pure Earth!

Scatter - hit the deck!

Shit!

What are you afraid of,
a little prick?

Ishback. Ishback!

Alright, we can't lollygag around.

Fire up that box,
I gotta get this kid back to 1943.

If he lives, there's no gain.

If he dies, there's no loss.

What the hell kind
of an animal are you?!

The kind of animal that follows orders!

Ya took it out of your pants and
ya should've done somethin' with it.

Updike, that's enough!
Enough, God-dammit!

Okay, Updike?

Okay, Borelli?

You wanna get that kid back home
then you do what I say... what I say!

You fucking rube,
you've condemned us all.

Our salvation lies yonder, Captain.
Now, move out!

Updike, you're on my ass. Now!

Goddamn bunch of 8-balls.

God... damn... fucking asshole!

Anything comes sniffing
around here, Ishback,

you shoot it's God-damn ass off
you understand?

I'll be right back.

I didn't expect this.

What were you expecting?

Well, I'll be dipped in shit.

We found it buried
right here in 1939...

Decayed... corroded.

Forgotten for over
fifty thousand years.

Wait, you're saying...

that's where that box came from,
Colonel?

Well, that box was
the only thing salvageable.

It's the heart of the ship...

a quantum wave generator
that buckled time

and space like a Barnum & Bailey
Circus mirror.

What's our mission, sir?

Why, we're gonna fly that giant
suppository back to 1943...

and shove it up Adolf Hitler's ass!

Those 'tato-mashers won't know
what hit 'em.

Ah, boys... we're gonna change
the course of human history.

This time next year pigeons
will be crapping on our statues

from Washington State to Washington D.C.

Just what us Italians need,
another fucking statue.

God-dammit!

I'll get inside that thing,
if it takes me all eternity!

We camp here tonight!

Don't sweat it, Private,

that ship's electromagnetic field
scares the hell out of those critters.

They won't come any closer.

It ain't the critters that
are eating me, Colonel.

It's the fact that I'm gonna have
to eat those critters.

Where's your atheism now, O'Brian?

Here you are at God's doorstep,
but you refuse to acknowledge it.

That chunk of metal means
there might be little green men,

it does not mean there's a God.

Well, I think it proves definitively
that there's a God.

And he's on our side.

That sounds like something
a Nazi'd say.

Well, maybe they'd be right.

Maybe the real war
isn't man against man.

Maybe it's man against God?

We're gonna use that ship
to overthrow God, right?

Yeah, Updike's on the trolley.

That's exactly why God
led us to the ship.

Negative.

Whatever flew that ship is long gone,
or didn't you see those graves?

I wouldn't expect you
to agree with me, O'Brian.

I doubt if anything like that's been
mentioned in the Torah.

Oh... is that a revelation to you, boys?

Our beloved Captain here
is of the Judaic persuasion.

Donald O'Brian is a stage name.

You wanna tell 'em what your
real handle is, Captain?

Go on, Captain.
You got a right to speak.

That's what we're fighting for.

Kindermann.

Elijah Kindermann.

Shit!

Well, Kindermann,

I believe the destiny of man
is to rule the cosmos,

to be first raised as God's children,
but then to ascend and take his place.

We're gonna need more water.

Corporal Updike,
go fill the Captain's canteen.

Yes sir, Colonel, sir.

Might as well, um...
fill 'em all up, hey, Colonel.

Ain't nothin' I like better
than a round, full moon.

You gonna tell me
what you want, Mussolini?

I feel I owe you an apology.

What?

Well... growing up in Brooklyn,
I've seen a lot of ugly things,

Protestants thumping' Catholics,
Catholics thumping' Jews,

everyone running their own
little stinking' racket.

Talk about organized religion.

What the hell kind
of tune are you playin'?

Oh, I'm playing "Yankee Doodle Dandy".

I'm playing "The Star Spangled Banner",

but,um... unless we all start singing
from the same song book,

then, um... those Nazi bastards
will have us singing "Lilia Marlene",

you know what I'm saying?

The Colonel's gone mad.

He's all balled up,

He never gonna get inside
that tin can.

Ishback's a goner
if we don't help him quick.

So... you got a better proposition?

We got one chance.

One chance to repair that box
and get back to 1943

But that ain't gonna happen unless
we all... work together, capish?

Where I hail from a man ain't
a man unless he speaks his piece.

I always admired
that about you, Borelli.

You're an honorable man.

Take my hand, Updike.
I want you to accept my apology.

You're my ginzo bitch,
I'm gonna cut you a vagina.

The bank is open,
I'm gonna make a deposit.

Bye-bye, eye-tie.

Colonel! Get out, Colonel!

He's gone. Borelli's gone!

- What?
- 'Gator took him.

Came out of the water
and tore him all to hell and gone.

Are you sure he's dead?
What if he's only injured?

No way. That critter had itself
a nice bit of dago meat.

Why, you lying sack of shit!
I'll see you court-marshaled for this!

- Fuck you, you Jew faggot!
- I'll tear you a new asshole.

The wop was dragged into the swamp
nice and deep.

Cut that shit out! The both of you!

This is still a military operation.

Any more insubordination, Corporal,

and I'll discipline you personally.

Either you tie a leash around
this asshole or I'll do it myself.

There'll be no more fighting
in this outfit! Am I clear?

I said - Am. I. Clear?

Updike?

Yes, sir.

Both of you - hit the sack.

That's an order.

Get back to the stars.

What's the ruckus?

O'Brian, you listening to me?

What in the Sam Hill are you doing,
going through the Colonel's property?

He's a Colonel, alright...
in the Luftwaffe.

You expect me to believe
that bunch of slimy goose crap?

I don't read no foreign languages.

Then read this.

Fuck.

Son of a BITCH!

Colonel! Colone-e-el!

Come back here you God-damn
son of a bitch, Colonel!

Colone-e-e-el!

He left us here, he left us to die!

What're we gonna do?

Are you listening to me, O'Brian?

O'Brian, you listen to me?!

- The name's Kindermann.
- Fuck.

Hope you know the fuck you're doing.

Are you listening to me?

I said: "are you listening to me" ?!

God-dammit!

Please, Lord, don't let this be a dream.

Are we back?

- We're back.
- How do you know we're back?

Jesus of the pure Earth...

Oh baby! You beautiful baby!

Ooha-ha-ha, oh baby!

Beautiful baby. Ah!

You God-damn beautiful baby!

Yeah! Haywood's back, baby,
Haywood's back.

"Oh I wish I was in the land of cotton",
shit, we're going back to base right now.

God-dammit! Captain I told you
we were going get back, I told you!

You're gonna be on my cabinet,
you're gonna be a Senator, shit!

I'm gonna make you Vice President!
Whoo-hoo!

Haywood's back!I'm back, daddy,
I'm coming home,

I'm gonna be President. Yee-haa!

I knew we'd do it,
I knew we'd do it. Shit !

"Oh say have you seen, 1943".

Shit! We ought to get this Jeep
going right now, God-Dammit...

Where is the God-damn key?

Updike, I hope you packed Lederhoses...

This is the day when the planets
will be wreathed in dying garlands,

when the abattoir
will be substituted for the guillotine.

Welcome to New Germania.

Colonel, sir, is that you?

Of course it's him, you can tell
by the stench of his Nazi breath.

You overshot your wad, Kindermann.

300 years, to be precise.

Seems like only yesterday.

After we won the war

we purged the Earth of the racially
impure and the mentally inferior.

But our crusade won't stop there.

Our National-Socialist Armada
readies itself to overthrow

God in the 25th dimension.

The fight's not against God,
weaver, it's against ourselves.

You're condemning humanity.

Here you are on the edge
of extinction,

and still philosophizing
like one of the chosen people.

I offer you a choice, Corporal Updike:

renounce your flag, join the Armada.

Help us achieve our final victory -
or die with the Jewish scum!

I knew you were one of us.

Whadda you have to say for yourself,
Uber-Lieutenant Updike?

Haal Hitler!

It's time for you to prove your loyalty
to National Socialism, my son.

But first, lets make this
an even playing field.

Uber-Lieutenant Updike!

You will give these two prisoners
exactly ten seconds head start

Jawohl, mine Fuhrer!

You better not lollygag around,
O'Brian,

I got me a hard on
for some pretty boy tail.

One... two... three... four... five... six...

...seven, eight-nine-ten.

Go, go, go, go, come on.

Now come on, come on...
come on!

Whatever it is that... that you've got, Captain.

I don't think I got it in me, sir.

Okay, here we gotta split up,

I want you to move
to that ridge over there.

Let him eyeball you, alright?

I'm gonna come up from behind.

Alright, move, I wanna see the back
of your ass, let's go, go, GO!!

Well, well, I'm gonna stick you
like a Louisiana frog.

Nice try...

[...], where is the other dirty Kike?

Right on your tail!

I reckon you gonna enjoy this, boy...

Now it's your turn, Jew boy,

you picked the wrooong week
to give up butts.

Hey, Updike!

That's hardly presidential behaviour.

Got a present for you if you want it.

Just might get you into heaven.

I'm gonna finish you
off for good, Borelli.

I know you're here, eye-tie.

Come out, come out, wherever you are.

Hey Borelli!

Why don't you stick your head out
so I can make this nice and quick.

Borelli!

I know you're a fascist, boy.

Why don't you come down here.

You can join us,
you can be one of us, boy...

I know you wanna!

Come on, Borelli,
they'll treat you nice, boy.

The bank is closed, Updike.

This is the final deposit.

Colonel...

Colone-e-el!

Peer into the world, Captain,
as their time has disappeared,

and everything that was crooked
will now be straight.

Come again, Ishback?

"Drums Along the Rio Grand",
sir - scene 165.

Kids, I got something
I gotta get off my chest.

I never did bang Judy Garland.

- You didn't, sir?
- No.

J.G.

John Garfield.

A hell of an actor.

And an even better understudy.

[...]! I never would have pegged it, Captain.

Hey kid, it's yours, go on.

I hope I didn't disappoint you, Ishback.

Never, sir. Not in a million years.

Not even in fifty thousand.

Well, come on, boys.

Tt's time Uncle Sam kicked a little ass.

Oy, vey'z mir!

[...]! You can say that again?

I don't remember this
being in the Torah!

As the Nazi war drums pound
across the galaxy,

Borelli, Kindermann, and Ishback,

are all that stand between
good old American freedom

and the fascist domination
of the Universe.

Walk proud...

The battle for mankind's survival
has only just begun...