When You Have Been Killed As Many

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

If I Can't Really Find A Way To Live With Myself, I Can't Expect Anyone Else To Live With Me.

Facts - Behind Them Lies The Whole Fabric Of Deductive Truth.

François: Do You Know What Kind Of A Bomb It Was? Clouseau: Yes, The Exploding Kind.

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!