Vocal music is an attempt to take the whole human being and project it into space. It is the ultimate gesture of getting out of yourself. You take a part of you that is most private, most personal, most inward and you hurl it out into space - you project it as far as you can. That gesture of opining this whole region of the body results in an enormous spiritual release, and is felt by other people with tremendous impact.

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.

Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.

Facts - behind them lies the whole fabric of deductive truth.

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.

Relax, I'll get it. (said to Kato after Clouseau knocks him unconscious)