Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.
Some forms of reality are so horrible we refuse to face them, unless we are trapped into it by comedy. To label any subject unsuitable for comedy is to admit defeat.
François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.
Facts - behind them lies the whole fabric of deductive truth.
It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.
When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.