"Ahh gut, you have brought zer vine lizt, now show me zer vay to zer camp restaurant"

"Butlins is the name sir, I am to be your camp host"

"And I thought ve had shortages of essential var materials"

"It is no good Sergeant, some Britisher stole my vatch and vith out zer veight on my wrist, my arm springs up"

Well there I was with nothing on the clock but the makers name and in the mirror was a Spitfire, and the rest was history.
Move it Rudolf no one gives a ****

I say my good man, if I leave my jacket out my cell would you please get it cleaned, terrible stain on the pocket
Move if Rudolf no one gives a ****

President Trump ! Are you all right ? We heard this terrible scream from your bedroom

Yah, well I had this bad dream, I was standing to attention about to salute President Buttegegg when he gave me this look like I was a NOTHING !

This is my defeated face, you should see my Victory face !

From the Sargent:

”Well a hearty F8uck you too, prisoner 3456-102”

“I think your flies are undone, sergeant. Attend to that immediately.”

“Ah, sergeant, The Battle of the Bulge ... and you might win that one.”

“Thank you for a pleasant flight, However, I will not be using Ryanair again.”

“Ah, sergeant, would I be right in guessing you don’t play for Manchester City?”

Gott in himmell, I hope that webbing buckle is secure, it could do me a mischief if it gives way with that bulge behind it.

“Don’t be nervous, Fat Sergeant, I’m armless.”

“I haf heard that Britisher bier is dangerous, but I never knew it vas that bad.”

"Hmmm", mused a thoughtful Count von Zeppelin, "Zat fat-bellied puzzlegut giffs me a wunderbar idea for ze design uff my next flyink machine!" And thus was born the Blimpollin.

- Ed

"And on the catwalk today wearing the latest in gay Luftwaffe uniforms we have Herman the defeated German"

"I schpent my two veeks qvarantine in mein cabin, but it looks like you schpent it in ze pantry!"

"I don't know what ist more frightening, being your prisoner or being you vife"