I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.

I'm a classic example of all humorists - only funny when I'm working.

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!"

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

I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.

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.