Finally, in conclusion, let me say just this.
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.
I feel ghostly unreal until I become somebody else again on the screen.
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.
I'm a classic example of all humorists - only funny when I'm working.