Number one being, you're fightin' in a basement!

You probably heard we ain't in the prisoner-takin' business; we in the killin' Nazi business. And cousin, business is a-boomin'.

You don't have to be Stonewall Jackson to know not to fight in a basement

Stieglitz, We just wanted to say we're a big fan of your work. When it comes to killing Nazis...
... I think you show great talent. And I pride myself on having an eye for that kind of talent. But your status as a Nazi killer is still amateur. We all come here to see if you wanna go pro.

Now, I don't know about y'all, but I sure as hell didn't come down from the goddamn Smoky Mountains, cross five thousand miles of water, fight my way through half of Sicily and jump out of a fuckin' air-o-plane to teach the Nazis lessons in humanity.

Au Revoir, Shoshana!

My favorite scene (I knew the Brit playing a German gave himself away the second he gestured for "three" like an Englishman or American would and not a German)

Major Dieter Hellstrom: [in German] I must say, I grow weary of these monkeyshines.

[Maj. Hellstrom cocks his Walther pistol and aims it at Lt. Hicox under the table]

Major Dieter Hellstrom: Did you hear that? That was the sound of my Walther. Pointed right at your testicles.

Lt. Archie Hicox: Why do you have your Walther pointed at my testicles?

Major Dieter Hellstrom: Because you've just given yourself away, Captain. You're no more German than that scotch.

Lt. Archie Hicox: Well, Major...

Bridget von Hammersmark: Major...

Major Dieter Hellstrom: Shut up, slut! You were saying?

Lt. Archie Hicox: I was saying that that makes two of us. I've had a gun pointed at your balls since you sat down.