Bobby Wheelock
[to Mengele]
You're so weird.
The Boys from Brazil quotes
Mrs. Doring
[about Mengele]
Would you like me to tell you who really killed him? God. To set free a stupid little farm girl after twenty-two years of unhappiness. Do Nazis answer prayers Herr Lieberman? No, that is God's business and I have thanked Him every night since He pushed Emil under that car. He could have done it sooner, but I thank Him anyway.
David Bennet No more deception now. No more blind alleys.
It was Mengele. He's dead. It's over.
David Bennet The Doring boy isn't dead yet. Neither is Simon Harrington or Jack Curry or Bobby Wheelock. It took a little time, a little backtracking, a visit to Dr. Bruckner. But now we know... everything.
And what are you going to do about it?
David Bennet Kill the boys. Brilliant man, that Mengele. I suppose he had all 94 of those names and addresses memorized.
Now you are trying to fool me. You have been searching the room.
David Bennet He must have had a list.
He did, now I have it.
David Bennet Give it to me.
Why?
David Bennet We have the right and we have the duty.
To do what? To kill children?
David Bennet Give me that list.
You will have to take it from me. And when you do, you can add my name to the list.
David Bennet I don't mean you any harm.
You will have to kill me, David. The first of those boys that you touch, I will turn you and your entire organization over to the police. I will do that.
David Bennet You would protect Hitler?!
No. I will not slaughter the innocent, and neither will you. A fanatic you may be, but a murderer of young children you are not.
Professor Bruckner Cloning. What if I were to tell you that I could take a scraping of skin from your finger and create another Ezra Lieberman?
I would tell you not to waste your time on my finger.
You are a clever boy. Are you not? You do not well at school, but it's because you are too clever. Too busy, thinking your own thoughts. But you are much smarter than your teachers, hah?
Bobby Wheelock
My teachers are nowhere.
You are going to be the world's greatest photographer, are you not? Have you ever felt superior to those around you? Like a prince among peasants?
Bobby Wheelock
I feel different from everyone sometimes.
You are infinitely different. Infinitely superior. You are born of the noblest blood in the world.
Did you kill Wheelock?
Gertrud
[Mengele has just knocked Mundt to the floor]
Get a doctor!
I am a doctor, idiot.
Gertrud
Don't you come near him!
Shut up, you ugly bitch.
[about Mengele]
He was the chief doctor of Auschwitz, who killed 2.5 million people, experimented with children - Jewish and non-Jewish - using twins mostly, injecting blue dyes into their eyes to make them acceptable Aryans... amputating limbs and organs from thousands without anesthetics.
Do you know what I saw on the television in my motel room at one o'clock this morning? Films of Hitler! They are showing films about the war! The movement! People are fascinated! The time is ripe! Adolf Hitler is alive! [Takes photo album and places it on his lap] This album is full of pictures of him. Bobby Wheelock and ninety-three other boys are exact genetic duplicates of him, bred entirely from his cells. He allowed me to take half a liter of his blood and a cutting of skin from his ribs. [laughs] We were in a Biblical frame of mind on the twenty-third of May 1943, at the Berghof. He had denied himself children because he knew that no son could flourish in the shadow of so godlike a father! But when he heard what was theoretically possible, that I could create one day not his son, not even a carbon-copy but another original, he was thrilled by the idea! The right Hitler for the right future! A Hitler tailor-made for the 1980s, the 1990s, 2000!
He betrayed me, he betrayed you, he betrayed the Aryan race!
Not Mozart. Not Picasso. Not a genius who would enrich the world. But a lonely little boy with a domineering father, a customs officer who was 52 when he was born. And an affectionate doting mother who was 29. The father died when he was 65 when the boy was nearly 14... Adolf Hitler.
You know, there was a nurse here, an angel of mercy called Miss Hannah, who actually gives me cigarettes. You know what she said to me the other day? She said, "Mr. Lieberman, if you can escape Buchenwald, and you can escape those bullets, then a few cigarettes will not hurt you." (burns the list of Mengele's clones) Isn't that a nice thing to say?
You're not a guard now, madame! You are a prisoner! I may leave here today empty handed. But you... are not going anywhere.