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

My mind is a raging torrent, flooded with rivulets of thought cascading into a waterfall of creative alternatives.

I don't believe in this business of being behind, better to be in front.

I was born on the kitchen table. We were so poor my mother couldn't afford to have me; the lady next door gave birth to me.

If you stand on a soapbox and trade rhetoric with a dictator you never win.

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

I don't know what to say so I'll just say what's in my heart...badoom, badoom, badoom.