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Gentlemen, You Can't Fight In Here! This Is The War Room.

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!

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!"

We Don't Want To Start A Nuclear War Unless We Really Have To, Now Do We Jack?

Conversation Like Television Set On Honeymoon... Unnecessary.