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Charles Dreyfus threatens to destroy the world with a doomsday device if Inspector Clouseau is not killed. Naturally, this is far harder than it sounds.
Clouseau: Does your dog bite? Hotel Clerk: No. Clouseau: [bowing down to pet the dog] Nice doggie. [Dog barks and bites Clouseau in the hand] Clouseau: I thought you said your dog did not bite! Hotel Clerk: That is not my dog.
[after Clouseau accidentally reduces a piano to a pile of splinters] Mrs. Leverlilly: You've ruined that piano! Clouseau: What is the price of one piano compared to the terrible crime that's been committed here? Mrs. Leverlilly: But that's a priceless Steinway! Clouseau: Not anymore!
Clouseau: Look, there is no need for you to speak unless I ask you a question. What is your name? Mr. Shork: I'm Shork, the gardener. Clouseau: What is it you do? Mr. Shork: I'm the gardener. Clouseau: Then why didn't you say that to me in the first place? Mr. Shork: I did. Clouseau: Don't try to be funny with me, monsieur!
Francois: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was? Clouseau: The exploding kind.
Clouseau: Good evening commissioner. How are you, how is madame and all the little Commissioners?
Clouseau: Tell me do you have a reum? Hotel Clerk: I do not know what a 'reum' is. Clouseau: [looks up the word 'room' in his German dictionary] Zimmer. Hotel Clerk: Ah, a 'room'. Clouseau: That is what I have been saying, you idiot. Reum. Zimmer.
Clouseau: There is someone in this room who knows more about the murder than he is telling. Mrs. Japonica: Murder? Clouseau: What was that you said? Mrs. Japonica: I said "murder". Clouseau: What murder? Mrs. Japonica: I-I-I don't know, y-you said "murder". Clouseau: I said murder? *You* said murder! Mrs. Japonica: No, I said murder because *You* said murder. Clouseau: *I* said murder? Mr. Shork: You said there is someone in this room who knows more about the murder than he is telling.
Clouseau: I was known as the Pavlova of the parallels. Oh, yes. [starts swinging on the parallel bars] Clouseau: Yes, it's all coming back now. [sings] Clouseau: Ah yes, I remember it... [loses grip and falls down the stairs] Clouseau: Aagh! Well, that felt good.
Clouseau: [chatting with Scotland Yard about sniffing out Dreyfus, who now has Europe's most infamous hitmen working for him] Of course it won't be easy; nothing worthwhile ever is. That is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.
Clouseau: A beekeeper who has lost his voice, a cook who thinks he's a gardener, and a witness to a murder.
[Suddenly the American football game is interrupted just before the end by Charles Dreyfus' transmission] The President: Call the FBI, the CIA and the Pentagon. Find out who won that game!
Clouseau: This is a very serious matter, and everyone is this reum is under the suspicions. Cook: Reum? Clouseau: What was that? Cook: You said 'reum'? Clouseau: Yes, I know that!
Clouseau: 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.
Dreyfus: Now this is my plan. Step number one: I will recruit the world's greatest criminal mind. Step number two: I will build an organization so sinister, so powerful, that by comparison La Cosa Nostra will seem like the Vienna Boys' Choir!
[Clouseau has dressed himself as a local doctor/dentist in order to gain access to the gothic castle that is Dreyfus' headquarters; he is now examining Dreyfus for a bad tooth, but accidentally puts his thumb in Dreyfus' eye instead] Dreyfus: OW! My eye! Clouseau: Your eye? I thought it was your tooth. Dreyfus: Hmm? It IS my tooth! Clouseau: I wish you'd make your mind up; I don't normally make castle-calls in the middle of the night yeu kneuw!
Dreyfus: Every day and in every way, I am getting better, and better.
Dreyfus: Compared to Clouseau, this doomsday machine is just a water pistol.
[Clouseau is walking through a pitch-black room with a match in his hand; calling out] Clouseau: Is there anybody hiding there in the dark?
Clouseau: You have received a beump on the head. Dreyfus: Beump? Clouseau: What? Dreyfus: You said beump. Clouseau: Yes, I know that. It is a large beump. You could receive the concussion from such a beump.
Clouseau: [after knocking Cato unconscious, goes to answer the phone] Relax. I'll get it.
[Refering to the aftermath of the Doomsday device] Dreyfus: What do you suppose they will call the crater, huh? The Dreyfus Ditch? Dr. Fassbender: There shall be no crater. Dreyfus: No crater? But I want a crater! I want wreckage, twisted metal. Something the world will not forget! Dr. Fassbender: They won't forget today. Dreyfus: They won't? Wonderful. I have to tinkle again. Don't do anything till I get back.
Clouseau: Mark my words, François. Sinister forces are at work.
Clouseau: Well now, I expect you're all wondering why I asked you here [steps on Mrs. Japonica's foot. She screams]
Clouseau: [after Dreyfus is knocked into the river for a second and third time and Clouseau thinks he is trying to hide that he's upset] I'm afraid today is just not your day, my friend. Dreyfus: [quickly stands up] Oh, but it is! It is, my "friend" after three, long terrible years it is AT LAST my day! I will not permite, "repeat," not permit anything..."repeat" anything to spoil it. Now, I will walk you to the gate, to the car which should rightfully be mine. And then I will kiss you goodbye! [kisses Clouseau's cheeks] Dreyfus: And then I will have my meeting with the sanitary commision where I will set free! And then... [gets hit in the head with an arrow and turns to Clouseau] Dreyfus: I will kill you! [starts choking him] Clouseau: [running away] Francois! Start the car! Dreyfus: [chasing close behind] KILL YOU! KILL YOU!
Clouseau: [disguised as Dr. Schirtz] Hello... It's Dr. Schirtz from the village, you know.
Clouseau: What did you say your name was? Mr. Shork: Shork. Clouseau: The cook! Mr. Shork: Gardener. Clouseau: Ah, now we're getting somewhere! [points to the beekeeper] Clouseau: You!
Dreyfus: Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Ignition! [fires a laser which disintegrates the United Nations building]
Olga Bariosova: I gave Cato the night off. Clouseau: But what has happened to my reum?
[Exits a closet after mistaking it for the door out of the room] Clouseau: Most ingenious. The old closet ploy. I really must congratulate you. If there's one thing I do enjoy, it's a good closet ploy.
[last lines] Clouseau: Cato! You imbecile, not now Cato!
Bar Patron: Something wrong, Ainsley? Ainsley Jarvis: No of course not, Bruno. The Inspector here was just warning me that I had to watch my step. You see, back in France, he's known as King of the Tango. Clouseau: [shocked] Tango? Ainsley Jarvis: Oh, I'd love to.
Margo Fassbender: What are you going to do? Dreyfus: Something so very, very painful, so hideous, your father will have no choice but to cooperate. [puts on a glove, with very sharp claws attached to the finger sockets, and walks to the blackboard] Margo Fassbender: No! [Dreyfus nods, and scrapes his clawed glove down the blackbird, making a hideous screeching noise]
Clouseau: Oh, yes. It is obvious to my trained eye, that there is much more going on here than meets the ear. Before you are dismissed, Mr. Stiffsticker, I suggest you count your bees. May find one of them is missing.
Clouseau: Allow me to assist you. Dreyfus: No! I'm fine. Never better. Just a little... a little shaky. Probably the shock of... I mean, the surprise of seeing you here again today.
Dreyfus: He has pulled the wrong tooth! There's only one man who would pull the wrong tooth. It's Clouseau! Kill him! Kill him!
Marty the Mugger: You have several of the world's greatest criminal minds right here, in this very room. Bruce the Knife: Yeah, why don't we take care of it ourselves? Dreyfus: Because you wouldn't stand a chance. [Crims murmur disbelief] Dreyfus: You don't know Clouseau. Tournier (a.k.a. Tony the bank robber): He can't be that good. Dreyfus: Good? Ha, he's not good, he's terrible; he's the worst. There's not another man like him anywhere in the world. Compared to Clouseau this doomsday machine, it's just a mere water pistol.
Quinlan: You'll need help. Clouseau: I prefer to do this alone. Quinlan: Yes, but if Dreyfus is what we suspect, he probably has an army behind him. Clouseau: No, of course it won't be easy, but nothing worthwhile ever is. That is why I have always failed where others have succeeded.
Olga Bariosova: Do you think you could fall in love with an ex-Russian agent?
Clouseau: [on the phone] Hello?... Yes. There is a beautiful woman in my bed, and a dead man in my bath.
Clouseau: Are you alright, former chief inspector?