Nominated quotes:
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For purposes of sheer conveniency, I'm only giving you the quote itself here. Check out the PBA website later this week if you want to know the details where they all come from!
Or shall we turn it into a game?
The one who manages to guess the origin (who says what and in which stories) of as many of these quotes as possible by next Saturday (the 5th of March), will receive an honorary Papa Bear Award for being the most knowledgeable person on the 2011 Hogan's Heroes fanfiction!
(Note: the people helping me who have seen the lists (Bits and Pieces, Snooky-9093 and ColHogan) are of course excluded from the game!)
"You're watching me sleeping and I'm the creepy one?"
"You're amazing, Newkirk. Try to get some sleep…
and knock off the ten-word replies, will you?"
"You know what your problem is? You talk too much.
I bet if you kept your mouth shut, you'd have a lot more friends."
"You know, Louis… I know I complain about the food and all,
but, for what it's worth… I'm glad you came back to stay.
Not that I want you to be stuck here, of course, but… Well, you know what I mean."
"You ever tried getting on an airplane with a Nazi in your suitcase?
It takes forever to get through Customs, and the duty taxes are unbelievable."
"Would you like you if the situation were reversed?"
"Probably not."
"When I think of all the things we could have been doing...! I was going to make tripe in white wine tonight."
"So you're saying we could have been worse off, then."
"You're a barbarian, Newkirk, from a barbaric country filled with gastronomic Philistines."
"What is this bird doing here? What am I doing here?"
"Tell me, Hogan. Who was the prisoner... and who was the jailer?"
"You were, sir, the entire time."
"The climate in this part of the world isn't very healthy. I think a change of scenery would be good for me."
"Why is it, you people always want out of Germany?
It's your own fault. You're the ones that put the freak in charge of the circus."
Only in the Army is it ever really done:
Give Carter explosives and say 'Have fun!'
Not for the first time, Major Hochstetter wished he had a pair of man-sized gardening shears
to get rid of the dead weeds in the Third Reich.
Starting with Klink.
"Mr. Spock, you're a genius!"
"I do possess a rather high IQ."
"Too bad that doesn't include modesty."
"Mon Colonel, I think we have rats in the tunnel again."
"Oh, charming. Thank you for the compliment."
LeBeau, broom now in hand, glared around and sang out in a false sing-song as he stalked,
"Où êtes-vous, mes petites? Montrez-vous, montrez-vous, où que vous soyez…"
Keeping as far as possible from the spider, he quavered, "It's looking at me."
"Probably thinks you're its dinner."
"Oh, merci. That makes me feel a lot better."
It was always slightly disturbing, seeing the change that came over Carter at this point in any operation.
His customary awkwardness dropped away, replaced by a kind of instinctive dominance.
Carter in this incarnation was about as intimidating as it got,
and neither Hogan nor Newkirk ever admitted how much it sometimes spooked them.
"I think you just saved my life."
"And Hochstetter's. Well, nobody's perfect."
"Impossible; no one ever escapes from Stalag 13—not even a rat!"
"If I die, I will come back and haunt you both."
"I can imagine I will have to be a prize idiot again."
"But you do it so well..."
"Hey Kommandant, what is this man doing here?"
"Hogan, you're under arrest! That is my line!"
"Hard work never killed anyone."
"That's easy for you to say. You won't be digging... sir."
"Did you actually tie the Yanks?"
"What's wrong with that?"
"It's a disgrace, Andrew. That's what's wrong with it."
Colonel Hogan has an honorable mind,
otherwise he'd be in organized crime.
"Ah, you see, there you go. This is all your fault. You and your… your… Britishisms.
That's what got us into this mess in the first place. Pontoon. Harrumph."
"Yeah, well, you got us going on the Monopoly bandwagon!"
Newkirk picked up the offending card from the floor. "Oh, St. James; your fault!"
"But if you could just see yourself, Felix… you're filthy.
No one would even know you're such a pretty white mouse.
With all that cinnamon on you, you look like any old Tom, Dick, or Harry of mice."
"Blimey, what do you suppose happened to that patrol, sir?"
"Maybe they came to their senses and deserted."
As everyone went about their business, he hung back by the stove,
sipping his coffee and watching over his mates.
His best good mates. His brothers.
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And that's it, folks!
Our congratulations to all the authors who saw some of their work nominated!
And if you missed out on having your work nominated this year,
don't despair.
The competition was very, very fierce,
so you just keep writing, and who knows...
maybe you're in next year?
Also our thanks to the many people who nominated their favourites!
I think we easily hit a record for the past four years!
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And now on to the voting round!
(see next page!)