- Dierker: Guten Abend, Herr Morini. Always a pleasure to welcome one of our Italian friends to the Fatherland. I was just speaking of my admiration for General Mussolini. A kindred spirit to our own führer. Your country is fortunate to have such a leader, ja?
- Vittore: Racing is my passion. I find little time for politics.
- Dierker: Sometimes, racing -is- politics.
- Vittore: No. There is a difference.
- Dierker: You must forgive my ignorance, Herr Morini. We Germans are a simple people. Perhaps you would enlighten us further?
- Sean: [Cuts in] One's a hobby for rich assholes who can't get laid without a flashy car and a silly uniform. The other is racing.
- Sean: What the hell's the matter with you? Now you're usin' girls to do your dirty work?
- Luc: I haven't used anyone. Those who serve our Cause do so because they are patriots.
- Sean: I can't stand that word. I've heard it all my life from men with blood on their hands.
- Luc: This is not a cricket match. We don't wear uniforms and we don't play by the rules. Every one of us must be ready to do whatever is necessary.
- Sean: I already lost her brother. I'll be damned if I'm gonna lose Veronique as well. She can have no part in this.
- Veronique: [to Sean] You once said that Jules was his own man. Well, I am my own woman. Do not presume to tell me what to do.
- Veronique: [to Luc] Either of you.
- Sean: [after Veronique leaves] Count your enemies, Luc. If anything happens to her, you'll have made one too many.
- Father Dennis: I sense a great pain weighs on your heart, Sean. I want you to know, I am here for you. Would you like me to hear your confession?
- Sean: No thank you, Father. My pain isn't a burden that needs to be lifted. It's the fire that keeps me warm.
- Father Dennis: The Church cowers in silence, but I could not turn a blind eye to the evil I have witnessed.
- Sean: Cheers to you, padre. Your reward waits in heaven, whether you show up wearin' that collar or not.
- [Katz presents a sniper rifle]
- Katz: She's as deadly as a scorpion, her sting can stop a man's heart at 500 meters.
- Sean: Sounds like me' ex-girlfriend.
- Margot: A Nazi General by the name of Loder has organized a series of book burnings in Paris. Thousands of rare and priceless volumes have already been destroyed. I want you to put the end to this atrocity.
- Sean: [chuckles] Perhaps I'll compose a nasty poem in the General's honor...
- Margot: A bullet in the head will suffice.
- Horst: Oh that boy had talent... maybe enough to take home the cup.
- Sean: I would have taken that damn cup! If that cheating bastard hadn't shot me fuckin' tire out! I mean, if that were me. But it wasn't.