Joe Blake: [noticing ashes falling like snowflakes] What is that?

Nazi Police Officer: Oh, that's the hospital.

Joe Blake: The hospital?

Nazi Police Officer: Yeah, Tuesdays, they burn cripples, the terminally ill. Drag on the state.

Mark Sampson: I don't plan on dying, Frank. But you can't live your life in fear. I was back east at the end of the war, in Boston.

Frank Frink: Oh, Jesus.

Mark Sampson: Yeah. You had to see it to believe it, Frank. Overnight, lynch mobs were murdering Jews because suddenly we were less than human.

Frank Frink: And what did you do?

Mark Sampson: Well, those of us who came out in one piece. We buried service weapons underground, well wrapped in oil, and we vowed revenge. I got a life to lead, got kids to raise. And Hitler and the Nazis - I mean, I don't care how it looks. They won't last. One thing I realized about my people is we got a different sense of time. These may be dark years, but we'll survive. We always do.