Inglourious Basterds (2009)
Screenwriter(s): Quentin Tarantino
The Introduction of Aldo Raine to the Basterds – Each Man Owes Me 100 Nazi Scalps!
In 1944 during the war, First Lt. Aldo Raine (Brad Pitt) spoke to his special team of ‘take-no-prisoners’ Basterds – eight Jewish-American soldiers on a mission as a “bushwhackin’ guerrilla army” to go behind Nazi enemy lines:
My name is Lt. Aldo Raine and I’m puttin’ together a special team, and I need me eight soldiers. Eight Jewish-American soldiers. Now, y’all might’ve heard rumors about the armada happenin’ soon. Well, we’ll be leaving a little earlier. We’re gonna be dropped into France, dressed as civilians. And once we’re in enemy territory, as a bushwhackin’ guerrilla army, we’re gonna be doin’ one thing and one thing only – killin’ Nazis. Now, I don’t know about y’all, but I sure as hell didn’t come down from the god-damn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a f–kin’ air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity. Nazi ain’t got no humanity. They’re the foot soldiers of a Jew-hatin’, mass murderin’ maniac and they need to be dee-stroyed. That’s why any and every son of a bitch we find wearin’ a Nazi uniform, they’re gonna die.
Now, I’m the direct descendant of the mountain man Jim Bridger. That means I got a little Injun in me. And our battle plan will be that of an Apache resistance. We will be cruel to the Germans, and through our cruelty they will know who we are. And they will find the evidence of our cruelty in the disemboweled, dismembered, and disfigured bodies of their brothers we leave behind us. And the German won’t be able to help themselves but imagine the cruelty their brothers endured at our hands, and our boot heels, and the edge of our knives. And the German will be sickened by us, and the German will talk about us, and the German will fear us. And when the German closes their eyes at night and they’re tortured by their subconscious for the evil they have done, it will be with thoughts of us that they are tortured with. Sound good?
The Basterds responded in unison: “Yes Sir!”
That’s what I like to hear. But I got a word of warnin’ for all you would-be warriors. When you join my command, you take on debit. A debit you owe me personally. Each and every man under my command owes me 100 Nazi scalps. And I want my scalps. And all y’all will get me 100 Nazi scalps taken from the heads of 100 dead Nazis. Or you will die tryin’.