To Label Any Subject Unsuitable For Comedy

Now Then, What Do We Know? One, That Professor Fassbinder And His Daughter Have Been Kidnapped. Two, That Someone Has Kidnapped Them. Three, That My Hand Is On Fire.

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!"

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.

Relax, I'll Get It. (said To Kato After Clouseau Knocks Him Unconscious)

I'm A Classic Example Of All Humorists - Only Funny When I'm Working.