I'm A Classic Example Of All Humorists

I Feel Ghostly Unreal Until I Become Somebody Else Again On The Screen.

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 Am Here To Fix The Problem With Yer Pheaun.

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

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!