Dancing Hitlers

I just saw the Mel Brooks movie "The Producers", on which the current Broadway hit is based. It's about a producer who wants to create the worst Broadway musical ever, and through "creative accounting" he'll get rich (the worse the play is, the richer he'll get). So they find a script for "Springtime for Hitler". In casting the lead for the play, the director tries to bring order to the chaos of applicants on stage: "Will the dancing Hitlers please wait in the wings? We are only seeing singing Hitlers." Singing, dancing Nazi women dressed as stormtroopers doing a goose-step chorus line in black patent leather and fishnets. I've never laughed so hard at Hitler before. (Though come to think of it, I don't remember the last time I laughed at Hitler...)

Mel Brooks is a frickin' genius.