Muffley: There's nothing to figure out, General Turgidson. This man is obviously a psychotic.
Turgidson: Well, I'd like to hold off judgment on a thing like that, sir, until all the facts are in.
Muffley: [anger rising] General Turgidson, when you instituted the humanreliabilitytests, you assured me there was no possibility of such a thing ever occurring.
Turgidson: Well I don't think it's quite fair to condemn a whole program because of a single slip up, sir.
Turgidson: Mr. President, we are rapidly approaching a moment of truth, both for ourselves as human beings, and for the life of our nation. Now, the truth is not always a pleasant thing, but it is necessary now to make a choice, to choose between two admittedly regrettable, but nevertheless, distinguishablepost-warenvironments: one where you got twentymillion people killed, and the other where you got a hundred and fifty million people killed.
Muffley: You're talking about mass murder, General, not war.
Turgidson: Mr. President, I'm not saying we wouldn't get our hair mussed. But I do say... no more than ten to twenty million killed, tops. Uh... depended on the breaks.
Turgidson: Mr. President, I'm beginning to smell a big fat commie rat. I mean, supposing Kissov is lying about that fourth plane, just looking for an excuse to clobber us. I mean, if the spaghetti hits the fan, now we're really in trouble.
Muffley: Is there really a chance for that plane to get through?
Turgidson: Mr. President, if I may speak freely, the Russkie talks big, but frankly, we think he's short of know-how. I mean, you just can't expect a bunch of ignorantpeons to understand a machine like some of our boys. And that's not meant as an insult, Mr. Ambassador, I mean, you, you take your average Russkie, we all know how much guts he's got. Hell, look, look at all them them Nazis killed off and they still wouldn't quit...if the pilot's good, see, I mean, if he's really..sharp, he can barrel that baby in so low [he spreads his arms like wings and laughs], you oughtta see it sometime, it's a sight. A big plane like a '52. VRROOM! There's jetexhaust, fryin'chickens in the barnyard.
You are hereby awarded this "Romanian Barnstar of National Merit" for your vast contributions on Romania and its people. I really liked the superb quality of your latest Did you know...? article on Catherine Caradja. Keep up the good work.--Riurik(discuss) 05:31, 19 December 2007 (UTC)