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!"

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

You have to live before you die, or you'll die before you live.

Gentlemen, you can't fight in here! This is the War Room.

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

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.