Dean: Will you two stop it!
Sgt. Hatred: When the going gets tough, that boy always gets going.
Hank: I have it figured out that if I can just skim Pop’s belt buckle, the bullet will ricochet off it and kill the guy with the gun.
Sgt. Hatred: Hank, I will give you so much money to not shoot your dad.
Dr. Venture: Ah! You’re getting face all over me! Hot melting face!
Hank: Is it just me or does every Nazi want to clone Hitler? It’s like the only they think about
Sgt. Hatred: It seems that way, right. I guess when everyone hates you, you just fixate on making rotten Hitlers.
Dean: How can you say that about Hitler? I love Hitler, and Hitler loves me! He’s not so bad – Hitler just need someone to believe in him! Can’t you just give Hitler a chance?
Sgt. Hatred: Alright, everybody out. I gotta – I gotta wipe.
Dr. Orpheus: Good lord. Have you been using the toilet on there this whole time?
Sgt. Hatred: We are at war with Hitler again! This is how it’s done on the front lines, soldier!
Sgt. Hatred: Hank, where’s your uniform?
Hank: I’m not wearing that clown-suit; and you are not the boss of me.
Sgt. Hatred: Au Contraire! I am Tony Danza to your spunky Alyssa Milano! I am full-on-Charles-in-charge of you! You are my Unit.
Hank: (Smirking) “Unit”.
Sgt. Hatred: And a Unit operates as one. We dress the same, we walk the same, we eat the same! You like pineapples and ham on your pizza?
Hank: Gross, no!
Sgt. Hatred: Well, you do now! Why? Because I do! Unit! Now go put on your Venture blues before I tell you how much you love Country & Western music!
Brock: What’re you gonna do, little man… woman?
Brock: I can cross “stab Hitler to death” off my list of cool crap I thought I’d never get to do.
Brock: Hey, Hank. Killed Hitler