[at the Griffith Observatory, Cliff is forced at gunpoint to give Neville Sinclair his rocket pack and spare Jenny's life]
What's it like working for a Nazi, Eddie? Huh? He pay you in dollars or deutschmarks?
Eddie Valentine [to Sinclair]
What's he talking about?
Oh I got it straight from the Feds, Eddie. Nazi spy ring, flying commandos, the works.
Ask him about the secret room. Ask him about the Germans on the radio.
Valentine henchman
[points Tommy gun at Lothar]
Relax, Frankenstein. You ain't bullet proof.
Valentine Talk fast, Sinclair.
You tell him, Eddie.
Valentine [to Cliff]
Shut up!
Come on, Eddie, I'm paying you well. Does it matter who I work for?
Valentine It matters to me. I may not make an honest buck, but I'm a hundred percent American. And I don't work for no two-bit Nazi. [points pistol at him and the mobsters follow] Let her go.
