Some forms of reality are so horrible we refuse to face them, unless we are trapped into it by comedy. To label any subject unsuitable for comedy is to admit defeat.

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

There is no me. I do not exist. There used to be a me but I had it surgically removed.

I am here to fix the problem with yer pheaun.

Conversation like television set on honeymoon... unnecessary.

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

François: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: Yes, the exploding kind.