It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.
I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.
Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.
François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.
There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.
Finally, in conclusion, let me say just this.