When you join my command you take on a debt. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me one hundred Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps. And ya’ll will get me one hundred Nazi scalps, taken from the heads, of one hundred dead Nazis. Or you will die tryin’.
Sitting in your chair, I would probably say the same thing. And 999 point 999 times out of a million, you would be correct. But in the pages of history, every once in a while, fate reaches out and extends its hand. What shall the history books read? Inglourious Basterds (2009) dir. Quentin Tarantino