I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen.
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.
Clouseau: Does yer dewg bite? Inn Keeper: No Clouseau: Nice Doggy (bends down to pet a dachshund - it snarls and bites him) I thought you said yer dewg did not bite! Inn Keeper: Zat . . . iz not my dog!
François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.
I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.