Yeah. When they're plucking your fingernails out one by one, or they're cracking your balls open like walnuts. That's when maybe you stop caring about what your old man said and tell Johnny Jackboot out there my name, or just about anything else he wants.
Yeah, I guess I'm afraid of pain. I don't have any buddies who died in the war. I don't really know what freedom is. But I'm not a punk and I'm not a spy, Mr. Warren. I'm here because I want to do the right thing. So you gonna give me the job or not?
[After a police officer helps him out with his truck, Joe Blake asks them about tattoo of a knife through a flower, the insignia of the Military Intelligence branch of the former U.S. Army]
Your goals are directed outward. A boy like Randolph wants only to gratify himself. This is the path to moral decay. The decadence ruined this country before the war. You will grow to be a useful member of society. You will make our nation stronger. Randolph will not, whatever his test score.
What is that smell in here? How would you describe it?
CCarl
I couldn't say.
MThe Marshal
Hmm. You couldn't say. You probably spend so much time in here, you don't notice. The old books. They got the stink of their owner. Cigarettes and coffee, cat piss, smell of decay.
[sternly at her] I'm worried about the Nazis. Don't you see? We travel on ocean liners, they travel on rocket ships. A stark difference in technology. We are but an island nation losing our grip on our colonies while the Nazis tighten theirs.
I'm required by law to keep a registry of all sales of restricted items. So these bullets were purchased by Mr. Satoshi Matsuda, a collector on his way back to Tibet. But I will need to see your identity card on the chance I need to revisit this matter with you, and that is non-negotiable.
[The Japanese Crown Prince graces the crowd, with an American interpreter close by]
CPCrown Prince of Japan
Greetings, loyal subjects. Honored guests from the Nazi Reich. And people of the American Territories, or, as they like to say here...Howdy. [crowd laughs at the greeting] All those who fought in the Great War believed they fought on the side of righteousness, that the world they sought to build would be a better one. But men are mortal and imperfect. They see the world as they wish to see it, through the looking glass of their limited perspective.
