Now then, what do we know? One, that Professor Fassbinder and his daughter have been kidnapped. Two, that someone has kidnapped them. Three, that my hand is on fire.
Relax, I'll get it. (said to Kato after Clouseau knocks him unconscious)
To label any subject unsuitable for comedy is to admit defeat.
When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.
François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.
Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.