Scott Thomas: Let me handle this, I speak bad German. Hello!

Truck Driver: Hello!

Scott Thomas: [in German] My German is ill, but I can understand on you if the speaking is slowly.

Truck Driver: [in German] German! I have been driving for 14 hours straight and I haven't slept in three days and I am wired on schnapps, benzedrine, and those little chocolate covered peanuts.

Cooper Harris: What did he say?

Scott Thomas: He said he's driving, something...

Scott Thomas: Do you know where is Berlin?

Truck Driver: [in German] Berlin? Yes, I know it well. I stabbed a woman in a bar in Berlin. But I am going nowhere near Berlin.

Scott Thomas: Berlin!

Truck Driver: [in German] Berlin! I also sexually assaulted a horse in Berlin.

Scott Thomas: He's going to Berlin.

Jamie: Awsome.

Truck Driver: [in German] Nowhere near Berlin.

Scott Thomas: All right, come on, let's go.

Truck Driver: [to self, in German] I'll drive this truck off a cliff before I ever go back to Berlin.