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.
When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.
I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen.
François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.
It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.
To label any subject unsuitable for comedy is to admit defeat.