The Führer is not accustomed to being ignored, Herr Schmidt. He funds your research...

Roeder: The Führer is not accustomed to being ignored, Herr Schmidt. He funds your research because you promised him weapons. Schneider: You serve at *his* pleasure. He gave you this facility as a reward for your... injuries. Johann Schmidt: A reward? Call it what it is... exile! I no longer reflect his vision of Aryan perfection! Roeder: You think this is about appearances? Your HYDRA division has failed to produce so much as a rifle in over a year, and we have learned through local intelligence you had mounted a full-scale incursion into Norway! Schneider: The Führer feels - how does he put it? - "the Red Skull has been indulged long enough"!

The Führer is not accustomed to being ignored, Herr Schmidt. He funds your research because you promised him weapons. You serve at his pleasure. He gave you this facility as a reward for your injuries. Reward? Call it what it is. Exile. I no longer reflect his image of Aryan perfection. You think this is about appearances? Your Hydra division has failed to deliver so much as a rifle in over a year. And we had learned through local intelligence you had mounted a full-scale incursion into Norway. The Führer feels... How does he put it? "The Red Skull has been indulged long enough!" Gentlemen, you have come to see the results of our work. Let me show you. Hitler speaks of a 1,000-year Reich, but he cannot feed his armies for a month. His troops spill their blood across every field in Europe, but still he is no closer to achieving his goals. And I suppose you still aim to win this war through magic? Science. But I understand your confusion. Great power has always baffled primitive men. Hydra is assembling an arsenal to destroy my enemies in one stroke, wherever they are, regardless of how many forces they possess, all in a matter of hours. Your enemies? My weapons contain enough destructive power to decimate every hostile capital on Earth. Quite simply, gentlemen, I have harnessed the power of the gods. Thank you, Schmidt. For what? For making it clear how obviously mad you are. Berlin is on this map!