It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.

Clouseau: Does yer dewg bite? Inn Keeper: No Clouseau: Nice Doggy (bends down to pet a dachshund - it snarls and bites him) I thought you said yer dewg did not bite! Inn Keeper: Zat . . . iz not my dog!

When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.

If I can't really find a way to live with myself, I can't expect anyone else to live with me.

I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.

There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.

Ecstatic over the total annihilation of the Earth, Dr. Strangelove "resurrects" himself, miraculously regaining his ability to walk. His mechanical, robot-like body rises out of his wheelchair, crying exultantly: "Sir! I have a plan. Heh." (He realizes he is standing up.) "Mein Fuehrer, I can walk!"