- Dancer: You can't get silk for love or money. Well, not for money, anyway.
- [first lines]
- The Devil: [the Devil laughs uproariously as scenes of war carnage and destruction appear] Wonderful - wonderful! The best season I ever had. And the cooperation? Simply marvelous.
- The Devil: I'm poisoning them with the urge to keep on buying things - to keep buying until it becomes an obsession... Well, don't you see, Adolf? So much is being diverted to war production, there's very little they *can* buy. And with a little encouragement from me - well, they'll start bidding against each other for goods that become scarcer and scarcer... Well, prices go up. They *must* go up, and the value of the dollar comes down. And that spells inflation. Wages up - more stuff! Bringing more money into circulation. More bidding. Higher prices. Up, and up, in a vicious spiral that ends... down here.
- The Devil: [on telephone with Hitler] Yes, I know. I got a large consignment of your men from the Russian front this morning... No, they don't mind it. They're glad to be where it's warm.
- The Devil: What is our next move?
- Devil's Assistant: May I suggest something, dear?
- The Devil: Is it something foul?
- Devil's Assistant: Exquisitely vile.
- The Devil: You see, Adolf, the home front is their weak spot. Get a few of 'em, just a handful, each doing her or his little bit to gum up the works, and pretty soon you're involving 130 million Americans in a mad, scrambling panic! The economic structure of an entire nation - shatter, because of little things like: the black market - selling freedom for a pair of stockings, hoarding - trading victory for an extra cup of coffee, evasion of ceiling prices - pooring the future for 30 pieces of silver, cashing in war bonds instead of buying them - as good a taking guns from the hands of allied soldiers. Prices will skyrocket! A dollar buys less and less! It takes more and more money to live!
- The Devil: We have much to offer here. Parades and guns. Racial superiority. Heel clicking. Heil calling. And the joy and glory of slaving and dying for a Führer. Would you like to join up with us?
- The Devil: It's a race without rules! Destructive as acid! It's a mad, screaming nightmare! No way to stop it! Nothing!