Stalingrad

:02:11

Hearts are trump.

:02:15

Yes, sir, Lieutenant.

:02:16

Onward and upward.

:02:27

This stuff`s lukewarm.
Tastes like piss.

:02:29

- You`re gonna broil in the sun.
- Butter for the fish...

:02:36

- That`s enough, Lupo.
- Have a seat.

:02:38

Excuse me, Lieutenant.

:02:40

No, you need spades, not hearts.
Play a spade.

:02:45

Onward and upward, Rollo.

:03:01

Can l dry you off?

:03:11

- And this is mine.
- No, no, no. - Why not?

:03:13

- Who won the trick?
- l did.

:03:16

Fritz, when are you going
to throw that camel piss away?

:03:19

lt`s a going-away present.
For ten marks...

:03:22

l could get you a bottle.

:03:23

For ten marks
l`d buy a palm tree...

:03:25

and plant it on your head.

:03:27

Whatever, you always
get the best cards...

:03:30

and l`m horny as hell.

:03:32

l told you to leave him
at the hospital, but no...

:03:35

Oh, God, sometimes l think...

:03:38

the Tommies smashed your head
instead of his.

:03:43

lt`s his last day.
Let him play.

:03:47

His wife`s sure in
for a surprise.

:03:50

Lupo!

:03:51

The doctor said
he shouldn`t drink anything.

:03:55

He`s gonna have a headache
anyway.

:03:57

Good ltalian wine.