Not only should we laugh about Hitler. We must laugh about him. Especially in Berlin.

My movies were not reaping the kind of emotional rewards that I wanted. I wanted them to be appreciated and they weren't. I didn't want the reviews to say, "Mel Brooks has made another movie," and you get the title somewhere in the second paragraph.

A cinema villain essentially needs a moustache so he can twiddle with it gleefully as he cooks up his next nasty plan.

If Shaw and Einstein couldn't beat death, what chance have I got? Practically none.

Sir, I have seen your film and it is vulgar! Madame, my film rises below vulgarity.

Judd Apatow is pretty good, both as a producer and as a director.

But I have bad taste with a deep fount of intellectuality.