The Reason There's A Question

I Really Have To Keep An Eye On Myself, Because Sometimes I Think I Might Say Something Important.

I Used To Have This Dream That Somebody Was Knocking At My Door. I'd Say 'who Is It?' And They'd Answer 'police.' I'd Open The Door And They Would Say To Me, 'pack Your Bags. We Realized You Have No Talent.

I've Finally Found My Home - As Lt. Frank Drebin.

I Had Always Functioned With Dignity, Wanting To Appear Intelligent, Macho, Never Vulnerable Or Insecure. But Now I Realize That... A Part Of These Comic Characters Is A Fundamental Part Of Me Too.

It Doesn't Really Matter Where I Go (heaven Or Hell). I'll Have Plenty Of Friends In Both Places.