Tomainia...

Tomainia... very nice, very nice.

Tomainia may yet win.

Spring in Tomainia.

Tomainia was down but today has risen.

Now passing, Tomainia's heavy artillery.

Now passing, Tomainia's light artillery.

Tomainia has the greatest army.

Stand by for further commentary. Go ahead, Tomainia.

Tomainia, a nation of blueeyed blonds.

At the end of the World War Tomainia weakened.

His Excellency invites you to Tomainia to discuss the matter.

This is indeed a pleasure. Welcome to Tomainia.

And here come the armoured tanks, the pride of Tomainia's army.

His Excellency seems pleased as he is greeted by Tomainian children.

The Jewish soldier suffered a loss of memory and remained in hospital for years, ignorant of the change in Tomainia.

I know that it is the wish of all of us to be chosen this night to die for Tomainia.

His Excellency leaves the scene and will return along Hynkelstrasse, where he'll pass Tomainia's modern masterpieces

This nation is annexed to the Tomainian Empire, and the people will obey the laws bestowed on us by our great leader, the Dictator of Tomainia, the conqueror of Osterlich, the future Emperor of the World!

Revolution had broken out, her diplomats sued for peace while Tomainia's army fought on, confident its war machine would smash the enemy's lines.