Millennium: Krieg! Krieg! Krieg!
Major: Then we shall have krieg. Let us drag them out of bed by the hair and remind them of what we are! We will remind them what it feels like to live in fear. We will remind them of the sound our jackboots make against their throats! Let us show them that there are more things in Heaven and Earth than are dreamt of in their philosophy. Europe’s charred remains will light up the night sky!
…How was that? Dramatic enough to send every last fangirl and fanboy into paralyzing spasms of glee?
Rip: Um…sure, Herr Major. It was the speech.