Francois: Do you know what kind of a bomb it was?
Inspector Clouseau: The exploding kind.
Inspector Clouseau: Cato! You imbecile! Not now!
Clouseau: Hello? Yes. There is a beautiful woman in my bed, and a dead man in my bath.
Clouseau: You’re the cook?
Mr. Shork: No, I’m the gardener.
Clouseau: Ah, now we’re getting somewhere!
Inspector Clouseau: See that the back door and the front door are locked while I slip into my hunchback disguise.
Mrs. Leverlilly: You’ve ruined that piano!
Inspector 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!
Inspector Clouseau: Not anymore!