When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.
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!
Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.
I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.
To see me as a person on screen would be one of the dullest experiences you could ever wish to experience.