Chitty Chitty Bang Bang (1968)

Gert Fröbe: Baron Bomburst

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Quotes 

• Baron Bomburst : [talking over a comical-looking gramophone-style "morning-glory horn" loudspeaker that he lowers down to Grandpa Potts on a long scissor-link extension arm]  Good morning. Thiz is your captain speaking. We hope you had a pleasant trip. In a few moments we will be landing in Vulgaria.

  Grandpa : Where?

  Baron Bomburst : Vul-GARE-ee-ah.

  Grandpa : Oh.

  Baron Bomburst : So, please fasten your seatbelt, and no-o-o-o smoking. Thank you!

  [starts to raise the speaker back up again] 

  Grandpa : Thank YOU.

  Baron Bomburst : [obligingly lowering the loudspeaker again]  You aaarrrre WELcome!

• Baron Bomburst : Oh, I haven't seen a good drowning in years.

• Baron Bomburst : [a voice over the portable radio transmitter]  Jawohl?

  First Spy : Jawohl! This is "X" speaking.

  [faint squealing static] 

  Baron Bomburst : Shrecks?

  First Spy : "X"!

  Baron Bomburst : Lex?

  First Spy : [becoming pompously frustrated that his own accomplice can't remember/understand who he is]  EX! As in...

  [feverishly tries to think of a suitable word to use as an example of pronunciation] 

  Second Spy : [hastily offering a helpful suggestion]  Eggs and bacon.

  First Spy : [nodding in agreement]  Eggs and BAY-KUHN! Send transport immediately!

• Baron Bomburst : [very frustrated]  Dolls? Dolls? I have hundreds of dolls! Oh, no dolls.

  Toymaker : But-but this is not just an ordinary doll, Your Excellency.

  [winds the music box. scooting away] 

  Toymaker : You see?

• Baron Bomburst : That car. That car! I want it. I want it! I want it! I want it!

• Baron Bomburst : That car! I vant it! I vant it! I vant it! I vant it!

• Baron Bomburst : Oh, what a rotten birthday party.

  Baroness Bomburst : Never mind, my little Bombie. I have a surprise for you.

  Baron Bomburst : Surprises? Oh, I *love* surprises.

  Baroness Bomburst : Sit down quickly. Summon the toymaker!

• Baroness Bomburst : [singing]  You're the Apfelstrudel of mein eye

  Baron Bomburst : Your chu-chi woot-chi nose, Your chu-chi woot-chi eyes, They set my heart aflutter

  Baroness Bomburst : Your oot-chi, coot-chi ways, Your oot-chi, coot-chi gaze, Wilts me down like melting butter...

• Baron Bomburst : My crown! I lost my crown!

  [starts crying] 

  Baroness Bomburst : [consoling]  Never mind, my little pumpkin!