The Boys from Brazil (1978)
Gertrud: [Mengele has just knocked Mundt to the floor] Get a doctor!
Dr. Josef Mengele: I *am* a doctor, idiot.
Gertrud: Don't you come near him!
Dr. Josef Mengele: Shut up, you ugly bitch.
Ezra Lieberman: Did you kill Wheelock?
Dr. Josef Mengele: [sarcastically] No, he's in the kitchen mixing us some cocktails!
Dr. Josef Mengele: He betrayed me, he betrayed you, he betrayed the Aryan race!
Dr. Josef Mengele: You are born of the noblest blood in the world. You have it within you to fulfill ambitions one thousand times greater than those at which you presently dream, and you shall fulfill them, Bobby. You shall. You are the living duplicate of the greatest man in history.
[raising his hand in a heil motion]
Dr. Josef Mengele: Adolf Hitler.
Bobby Wheelock: Oh man, you're weird.
Dr. Josef Mengele: Do you know what I saw on the television in my motel room at one o'clock this morning? Films of Hitler! They are showing films about the war! The movement! People are fascinated! The time is ripe! Adolf Hitler is alive!
[Takes photo album and places it on his lap]
Dr. Josef Mengele: This album is full of pictures of him. Bobby Wheelock and ninety-three other boys are exact genetic duplicates of him, bred entirely from his cells. He allowed me to take half a liter of his blood and a cutting of skin from his ribs.
Dr. Josef Mengele: We were in a Biblical frame of mind on the twenty-third of May 1943, at the Berghof. He had denied himself children because he knew that no son could flourish in the shadow of so godlike a father! But when he heard what was theoretically possible, that I could create one day not his son, not even a carbon-copy but another original, he was thrilled by the idea! The right Hitler for the right future! A Hitler tailor-made for the 1980s, the 1990s, 2000!
Eduard Seibert: Your operation has been cancelled.
Dr. Josef Mengele: No, *your* operation has been cancelled! Mine continues.
[raising his hand]
Dr. Josef Mengele: Heil Hitler.
Ezra Lieberman: You know, there was a nurse here, an angel of mercy called Miss Hannah, who actually gives me cigarettes. You know what she said to me the other day? She said, Mr. Lieberman, if you can escape Buchenwald, and you can escape those bullets, then a few cigarettes will not hurt you.
[suddenly lights the list on fire]
Ezra Lieberman: Isn't that a nice thing to say?
Mrs. Doring: Would you like me to tell you who really killed him? God. To set free a stupid little farm girl after twenty-two years of unhappiness. Do Nazis answer prayers, Herr Lieberman? No, that is God's business and I have thanked Him every night since He pushed Emil under that car. He could have done it sooner, but I thank Him anyway.
Ezra Lieberman: Not Mozart. Not Picasso. Not a genius who will enrich the world. But a lonely little boy with a domineering father, a customs officer who was 52 when he was born. And an affectionate doting mother who was 29. The father died when he was 65 when the boy was nearly 14... Adolf Hitler.
Professor Bruckner: Cloning. What if I were to tell you that I could take a scraping of skin from your finger and create another Ezra Lieberman?
Ezra Lieberman: I would tell you not to waste your time on my finger.
Dr. Josef Mengele: Are you, my SD Chief of Security, telling me that a project twenty years and millions of dollars in the making will be dropped because of this insignificant impotent old Jew?
Ezra Lieberman: You're not a guard now, madame! You are a prisoner! I may leave here today empty handed. But you... are not going anywhere.
Dr. Josef Mengele: You are a clever boy. Are you not? You do not well at school, but it's because you are too clever. Too busy, thinking your own thoughts. But you are much smarter than your teachers, hah?
Bobby Wheelock: My teachers are nowhere.
Dr. Josef Mengele: You are going to be the world's greatest photographer, are you not? Have you ever felt superior to those around you? Like a prince among peasants?
Bobby Wheelock: I feel different from everyone sometimes.
Dr. Josef Mengele: You are infinite different. Infinite superior. You are born of the noblest blood in the world.
Barry Kohler: Okay, I'm running it down now. It will only take a second.
Ezra Lieberman: Take your time, old men don't go back to sleep once they've been awakened.
Professor Bruckner: He was nothing but a sadist, really.
Ezra Lieberman: A sadist with an M.D. and a Ph.D.
Professor Bruckner: Well, some people would say the perfect definition of a scientist.
Eduard Seibert: [after discovery of Mengele's plan by Lieberman] The operation has been terminated.
Dr. Josef Mengele: Terminated... by whose authority?
Eduard Seibert: General Rausch... and the Colonel's.
Dr. Josef Mengele: [enraged] I told you... I told you from the beginning! Kill him! Kill him! It would have been so easy!
[Bruckner begins listing the boys' common features on a chalkboard]
Professor Bruckner: Now, Mengele would certainly know that every social and environmental detail would have to be reproduced. Plus, if the parents were divorced when the boy was ten, this would have to be arranged...
Ezra Lieberman: [in horrified realization] Dr. Bruckner... the one who is cloned, the donor, he has to be alive, doesn't he?
Professor Bruckner: Not necessarily. Individual cells, taken from a donor, can be preserved indefinitely. With a sample of Mozart's blood, and the women, someone with the skill and equipment could breed a few hundred baby Mozarts. My God... if it's really been done, what I'd give to see one of those boys.
[turns around and sees the room is empty]
Professor Bruckner: Herr Lieberman?
[Ezra explains why he is searching for Josef Mengele]
Ezra Lieberman: He was the chief doctor of Auschwitz, who killed 2.5 million people, experimented with children - Jewish and non-Jewish - using twins mostly, injecting blue dyes into their eyes to make them acceptable Aryans... amputating limbs and organs from thousands without anesthetics.
Sidney Beynon: Have you any idea how many men in their mid-60s die every day?
Ezra Lieberman: I try not to think about it.
David Bennett: We have the right and we have the duty.
Ezra Lieberman: To do what? To kill children?
Professor Bruckner: No, it's impossible.
Ezra Lieberman: What? Dr. Bruckner, what is impossible?
Professor Bruckner: Mononuclear reproduction.
Ezra Lieberman: Oh, Doctor...
Professor Bruckner: Cloning.
Professor Bruckner: [explaining cloning to Lieberman] It was first done with plants. A cutting taken from a plant and transplanted grew to be an exact duplicate of the donor plant. Now we are doing the same thing with laboratory animals.
Ezra Lieberman: You mean, you can produce an animal from itself?
Professor Bruckner: We take the unfertilized egg of an ovulating female, and destroy all of its genes and chromosomes. We then implant a nucleus of a donor's cell, which could be taken from a blood sample, or even a skin scraping. That cell, with its genetic material intact, eventually becomes an embryo and is born as a living creature.
Ezra Lieberman: Without parents?
Professor Bruckner: Well, it has no father because the egg was never fertilized, no mother because its genetic code comes from another being. Can you follow that?
Ezra Lieberman: And this creature... is an exact duplicate of itself? Oh, Doctor, how can that be?
Professor Bruckner: Come along. Our experiments began with the simplest of animals: shrimps, frogs, animals in which the female's eggs are fertilized externally. Then we moved on to mammals. We tried several laboratory animals, and found the rabbit most convenient. I had to develop instruments which could accomplish the operation, and a whole micro-injection system. I'll show you how it's done...
Professor Bruckner: Is Mengele... trying to reproduce himself?
Ezra Lieberman: No! No, he has brown eyes, and he comes from a very wealthy family.
Ezra Lieberman: [on cloning] And this can be done with humans?
Professor Bruckner: If the surgical technique were precise enough.
Ezra Lieberman: It's monstrous, Doctor!
Professor Bruckner: Why? Wouldn't you want to live in a world full of Mozarts and Picassos?
Lofquist: Good God man, you are an officer of the SS! Have you forgotten? 'My honor is loyalty.' Those words were supposed to be engraved on your soul.
Mundt: It isn't Lundberg...
[throws Lofquist off the dam, watches him fall to his death]
Mundt: ... and it doesn't have to be Saturday.