I Am Here To Fix The Problem

Clouseau: Does Yer Dewg Bite? Inn Keeper: No Clouseau: Nice Doggy (bends Down To Pet A Dachshund - It Snarls And Bites Him) I Thought You Said Yer Dewg Did Not Bite! Inn Keeper: Zat . . . Iz Not My Dog!

You'll Catch Your Death Of Cold. Clouseau: Yes, Yes I Probably Will But . . . Its All Part Of Life's Rich Pageantry, You Kneau.

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.

You Have To Live Before You Die, Or You'll Die Before You Live.

I Am Here To Fix The Problem With Yer Pheaun.