Pop-Pop: The Final Solution

Charlie:Attention! Attention, everyone! Gather round, please! Gather round! Mac has a very important announcement!

Mac:Now I can determine a subject's threat level without him being able to feel my retinal assessment. Which is a great advantage because the guy can't see how scared Mac is.

Mac:Yes, and... No, that's not what it's about. It's not... Huh? Oh, I thought that you were scared every time you went to go to... That's classified!

Mac:Are they still standing there? No, they walked away. My peripheral is a little compromised.

Mac:Mac revealing tactical sunglasses as his security solution

Frank:Who invited the Jew lawyer? Not Jewish. Hold on, punk. He's clear.

Frank:He's clear

Sweet Dee:Are you saying that we have to decide whether that old Nazi bitch lives or dies?

Attorney:There's that charm.

Frank:Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh, Jesus Christ! Ugh! I didn't have a chance to tidy.

Dennis:T... Tidy?

Dennis:Frank, the man is rotting.

Frank:Yeah, what is the overwhelming smell? Oh, that's the soup. Yeah, well, if he doesn't finish, sometimes I leave 'em for him, and then I forget and then months go by.

Frank:Look, the guy always said he had Nazi treasure stashed away. I figure I spend some time with him, he gives it to me.

Dennis:All right, well, pretty good plan; execution leaves a lot to be desired.

Dennis:We're talking about taking a man's life.

Dee:Yeah, but he was a Nazi, so it's kind of, like, eh...

Sweet Dee:Are you eating the soup?! Is he eating the soup?

Charlie:Yes. I'm sorry. I was hungry.

Charlie:I made a decision to eat the soup. I didn't sit around thinking all day, 'Hey, do I do this? Do I not do this?'

Frank:I do not like this painting, Charlie. Its smug aura mocks me. It's evil, Charlie. (echoes): Evil.

Mac:You and my dad share this futon?

Mac:By the way, man, this is why we work well together, you know? You see free soup, you make a decision to eat it. It's horrible. It's terrible soup, but we got to stick with our decisions, right?

Charlie:Yeah, I can't go back on it now.

Charlie:Okay. They're standing two feet away from us, so they are gonna notice, but let's just run out of here; they'll think we made a quick decision to leave.

Mac:An original Hitler. Yes! Yeah! Holy shit, dude, this is huge! We are gonna become famous treasure hunters.

Mac:I'm thinking, Hollywood is gonna make a Da Vinci Code style thriller about us! I can finally be Indiana Jones!

Charlie:What? No-no-no-no-no. It looks so good here.

Mac:It belongs in a museum, and that's the end of this.

Mac:I can finally be Indiana Jones!

Charlie:I want the painting back on my wall

Charlie:I don't like you wearing the glasses, though.

Mac:They're supposed to assess a threat.

Charlie:Oh, Cricket could be a threat.

Mac:No, I have cleared him on multiple occasions.

Cricket:Yeah, I got into a skirmish with a stray chocolate lab. I won't go into details, but suffice to say, that dog is very paralyzed now.

Cricket:Yeah, but I'm kind of a dog executioner, so, uh, looks like old Cricket got the last laugh.

Cricket:Well, uh, no. You know, yeah, mostly just, you know, cleaning up the poops, you know, washing out their cages, that kind of thing.

Mac:Ah. Sounds like you're a dog janitor then.

Cricket:I see an opportunity. Make three bucks. Ba-da-boom!

Mac:He's cool. He's not a threat. Phew! I know he's not a threat! I told you, I've assessed him... I've just cleared him.

Help me out of here!

I'm stuck!

I can't get out of here!

Frank?

What is happening?

What are you doing?

I'm trapped.

Frank:That goddamn trunk is booby-trapped.

Sweet Dee:It's not booby-trapped, Frank; it's an empty trunk, and you fell into it like a Weeble wobble.

Sweet Dee:Yeah, he was just following orders. You know what I mean?

Dennis:Yeah. Let's not try and justify why a man would join the Nazis and...

Sweet Dee:Right. Right, right, right, yeah, I see what you're saying.

Dennis and Dee defending Pop-Pop as someone who 'was just following orders' and 'deserves a second chance'

Summer Camp Leader:These goddamn niggers and Jews are trying to take over this country, and we've got to take it back!

Dennis:Oops. Yeah. That just took a turn.

Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg heil!

Dennis:Oh, that's us.

Sweet Dee:Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm doing that.

Sweet Dee:Sieg heil! Sieg heil! Sieg... Okay, that settles it. Let's fry this turkey.

Cricket:Pick me? What? Put me down! Pick me! I deserve it.

Dennis:die as nature intended. Slowly and painfully

Mac:Charlie, I'm beginning to think that we may have stumbled onto one of the greatest discoveries of modern times. Follow me here. What if the key to Adolf Hitler's madness was the death of his dog?

Mac:Okay, when he was a kid, he had this little, sweet, little puppy, and he was the happiest chap in all of Germany. Right, 'I love chocolate. I love my dogs.'

Mac:I was thinking maybe Mark Wahlberg. What do you think? Hmm, no, you're right, he couldn't match my intensity. Ryan Gosling-- it's locked in.

Charlie:Mac, you know the best thing about time travel movies? They're full of surprises. Oh.

Charlie:This painting clearly causes madness in men. And it must be destroyed.

Charlie:Hitler's painting, the key to the Holocaust, Ryan Gosling playing you? Ridiculous. This has to end now, and so I have the final solution.

Charlie:We won't.

Mac:What?

Charlie:Dude, if that's not an original Hitler, then who gives a shit?

Doctor:You are killing a man. You know that, right? There's a lot of mercy in this decision. I commend it.

Dennis:Oh, you commend-- well, you know, I mean, technically we gave the order to him to, to give to you, so...

Doctor:Uh, how long until he's not breathing on his own? Until he perishes? Right. Could be months, weeks, days. Who knows? He's a fighter, this one.

Sweet Dee:Son of a bitch.

Doctor:Well, if you'll excuse me, we've had an incredible amount of stray dog attacks all over the city, so our E.R. is slammed.

Charlie:Well, it's not an original, you know. I just painted over one of the old paintings that he gave me, so...

Mac:Who?

Charlie:Pop-Pop.

Mac:So Pop-Pop did give you the painting?

Frank:That's an even worse ending. It's so complicated. I can't even follow the goddamn story. I-I don't care.

Mac:Dude, Gosling. Gosling will not play you!