Ecstatic over the total annihilation of the Earth, Dr. Strangelove "resurrects" himself, miraculously regaining his ability to walk. His mechanical, robot-like body rises out of his wheelchair, crying exultantly: "Sir! I have a plan. Heh." (He realizes he is standing up.) "Mein Fuehrer, I can walk!"

Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.

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

When you have been killed as many times as I have, you get used to it.

To label any subject unsuitable for comedy is to admit defeat.

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

It won't be easy, that is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.