I'm A Classic Example Of All Humorists

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.

I Writhe When I See Myself On The Screen. I'm Such A Dreadfully Clumsy Hulking Image. I Say To Myself, "why Doesn't He Get Off? Why Doesn't He Get Off?" I Mean, I Look Like Such An Idiot. Some Fat Awkward Thing Dredged Up From Some Third-rate Drama Company. I Must Stop Thinking About It, Otherwise I Shan't Be Able To Go On Working.

It Won't Be Easy, That Is Why I Have Always Failed Where Others Have Succeeded.

There Is No Me. I Do Not Exist. There Used To Be A Me But I Had It Surgically Removed.