When people are hungry, they don't care *what* kind of a man it is who gives them bread

Baron von Friesche:

Does he know the conditions he doesn't like? I find that hard to understand. I myself would hesitate to form conclusions without firsthand evidence. You must set him right. I suppose it isn't easy for a foreigner to understand the agonies our people have suffered since the Treaty of Versailles. What years of less and less bread, of leaner bodies, of the end of hope... [pauses to offer Herr Schulz a cigarette] Martin Schulz:
[accepting a cigarette]
Oh, thank you. Baron von Friesche:
The quicksand of despair held us. Then just before we died, a man came and pulled us out. Baron von Friesche:
[turning to Herr Professor]
You are a native of Munich, Herr Professor? Professor Schmidt:
Well, uh... Baron von Friesche:
You have *witnessed* this deliverance. Professor Schmidt:
If it *is* a deliverance... Baron von Friesche:
[turning to Herr Schulz]
You know, there's a surge, my friend. A surge. Our whole despair has been thrown aside like a forgotten coat. No longer do we wrap ourselves in shame. Baron von Friesche:
[turning to Herr Professor]
What can be wrong about a man who affects people so? Professor Schmidt:
When people are hungry, they don't care *what* kind of a man it is who gives them bread