Swing Kids

Peter:
Who says I'm interested?

Evey:
How do I look?

Peter:
Like gold.

Willie:
Swing Heil! Swing Heil, Peter! Swing Heil!

Peter:
You can't listen to this and not dance!

Peter:
If you side with the Nazis, Thomas, then we're at war.

Peter:
When I was a boy about half past three, my daddy said son come here to me. He said things may come and things may go but this is one thing you ought to know:

Arvid:

Arvid:
Ma ma ma ma!

Arvid:
I would rather belong to any one... ANYONE, than belong to the Nazis like you do.

Thomas Berger:
That's because you have everything backwards. Nazis go anywhere they want, do anything they want, everyone gets out of our way.

Arvid:
Quiz time. Got your glasses on.

Thomas Berger:
What?

Arvid:
It means you don't know who your friends are.

Arvid:
No one who likes swing can become a Nazi.

Peter:
You're turning into a f***ing Nazi!

Herr Knopp, Gestapo:
How I envy the young. For them everything is so clear. Things seem to be either one way or another. It is only with a little age that you begin to see life as a series of compromises. But even in compromising one must draw a line.

Thomas Berger:
Come on man, we'll be Swing Kids by night and Hitler Youth by day.

Thomas Berger:
We can't let them split us apart.

Emil:
Lesson's over, Swing Heil.

Thomas Berger:
Hey! It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing. Do wah, do wah, do wah, do wah, do wah.

Arvid:
You think that just because you're not doing it yourself, you're not a part of it? Well, I'm sick and tired of doing my part.

Thomas Berger:
I'm a cowboy, and you're a pansy.

Emil:
I'm not a traitor. I just wised up. You will too.

Peter:
I know who my friends are. I'm not alone.