>Col. Hans Landa: So who are your three handsome escorts?

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>Col. Hans Landa: So who are your three handsome escorts?
>Bridget von Hammersmark: I'm afraid neither three speak a word of /pol/ish. They're friends of mine from /tv/. This is the wonderful Baneposter, Enzo Gorlomi; a very talented cunnyposter, Antonio Margheriti; and Antonio's cunny assistant, Dominick Decocco.
>Bridget von Hammersmark: [in /tv/ish] Gentlemen, this is an old friend, Colonel Hans Landa of /pol/.
>Lt. Aldo Raine: [in /tv/ish with obvious GOTposter accent] Was it rape?
>Col. Hans Landa: [in flawless /tv/ish] Gentlemen, it's a pleasure; Imagine being Arnold in that scene and having to be all like "damn, Jamie Curtis, you fuckin' fine, all sexy with your tight body and horrific androgynous monster face. I would totally have sex with you, both my character and the real me." when all he really wants to do is fuck another 16 year old in his dressing room. Like seriously imagine having to be Arnold and not only sit in that chair while Jamie Lee Curtis flaunts her disgusting body in front of you, the favorable lighting barely concealing her stretchmarks and leathery skin, and just sit there, take after take, hour after hour, while she perfected that dance. Just bear it. Hide your face and bear it.
>Lt. Aldo Raine: [after a pause] What did you mean by this?
>Col. Hans Landa: [in /tv/ish] For you? Am I pronouncing it correctly?
>Lt. Aldo Raine: [in a very bad accent] Sì... er, corretto.
>Col. Hans Landa: [in /tv/ish] For....you? Say it for me once please?
>Lt. Aldo Raine: [mispronouncing the name] For you.
>Col. Hans Landa: [in /tv/ish, faking confusion] I'm sorry, again?
>Lt. Aldo Raine: [slightly annoyed] For you!.
>Col. Hans Landa: [in /tv/ish] Once more?
>Lt. Aldo Raine: [obviously annoyed, leans forward and whispers] For. You.