Clouseau: Does Yer Dewg Bite? Inn Keeper:

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.

To See Me As A Person On Screen Would Be One Of The Dullest Experiences You Could Ever Wish To Experience.

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

Is There Anybody Hiding There In The Dark?

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!"