You want me to be Berliner, too? No, cute. Danke schön.
Anybody else want me be, what? Parisian? Madrilenian? Any thing.
If you want that, you have to pay. Fifty million dollars.
Understand?
You wanna come to my dinner? Welcome. Five million each.
Everything is for money, cute.
We buy German cars, yea? Why don’t you buy Amerikanische Autos?
I’ll tell you why? Cause you think you’re smart, don’t you?
Enough with the gifts. You want to sell German Autos to the States?
You have to pay twenty five percent custom duties. You and every other European country. And Canada. And China. All of you.
By the way, you don’t need Greenland, but I need Greenland.
So, let my troops be there. With no fire, no bombs, anything, just peace and good understanding, and we’ll be happy. I'll be happy. All of us will be happy.
I think, I’m sure Canadiens will be happy as part of the United States.
A new Golden Era has to come. Soon. Sooner than you maybe hope. For everybody. I already started with my Oval Office.
You maybe already saw it on TV. First, the golden curtains — real gold, believe me. Then the flags — many flags. Too many? No. Just enough. Then the portraits — big men, real men. Jackson, Lincoln, me. Then came the button. I push it, I get Diet Coke. Cold. Fast. That’s power. Then I said: this is not an office — this is a temple. A temple of winning.
And from this temple I will bless the world. I will protect it. Protektion. I will tax it. I will buy it. I will build walls around it.
Canada? Mine. Greenland? I need it. Europe? You pay.
This is the New Deal, cute. Not Roosevelt's. Mine.
A new Golden Era has begun. And I am its sun.
America first. Amerika über alles. Gott mit uns. Und mit mir.
Heil me.
