There is obviously no piss for the wicked.[climbing out of the rubble of pissoir]
Press the plinger and direct the nizzle at the muddle of the fear.
Please! Mademoiselle! I am a well respected member of this community, a pillar of society, a cornerstone of the establishment! How much?[in response to Yvette’s night call]
Oh my God! I have lost my little knob.[having trouble with his camera mechanism]
Monsieur, can you keep off the D-flat? The hammer is hitting me in a very vulnerable position.[imploring Rene not to hit a certain key on the piano in which he is hiding]
Just tell me what to do, Herr Flick. You know I can’t resist you when you fix me with your penetrating gaze from your pale blue eyes, magnified to the size of poached eggs behind your powerful spectacles.
I suspect that the general is involved in a plot to assassinate the Führer. This is a very common fault with our generals.
I lower bodies into holes. I do not have to pull them out… unless they have not paid.
I have never discovered.[Mimi asking what key Edith uses]
I am sorry that I am lit, but I had to wick curfully down the stroot because I have five fit of fuse wound round my log, and detonators dingling down my troosers.[announcing he has brought the explosives for the safe]
Fortunately, I have my stethoscope. We undertakers cannot be too careful. If we bury people before they are dead, they get very cross.
First I must inspect-a the troops. Then I inspect-a the room. Then I inspect-a you.[to(wooing) Edith]
