Elke Sommer credited as playing...
Maria Gambrelli
- Maria Gambrelli: You can have one of my cigarettes.
- Clouseau: Oh, thank you.
- Maria Gambrelli: You have it in backwards.
- Clouseau: Oh... it tastes very bad that way.
- Maria Gambrelli: You should get out of these clothes immediately! You'll catch your death of pneumonia, you will.
- Clouseau: Yes, I suppose I probably will. But it's all part of life's rich pageant, you know.
- Clouseau: And... they were your fingerprints!
- Benjamin Ballon: Well, why not? It's my house. I've often been in that closet.
- Clouseau: For what reason?
- Benjamin Ballon: Last time was moths.
- Clouseau: "Meuths"?
- Benjamin Ballon: [very clearly] Moths!
- Clouseau: Yes, "meuths."
- Benjamin Ballon: Maria was complaining of "murths."
- [frowns at himself]
- Clouseau: "Meurths"? Is that right, Maria, that - that you were complaining about these "meuths"?
- Maria Gambrelli: Yes, I did complain about moths.
- Clouseau: Oh, you mean "meuths"!
- Maria Gambrelli: What are we going to do?
- Clouseau: We must do something. We can't leave here without our clothes.
- Maria Gambrelli: But, I'm getting cold. Just look at those goose pimples!
- Maria Gambrelli: Promise me.
- Clouseau: What darling?
- Maria Gambrelli: Afterwards, you will not smoke.
- Clouseau: I give you my word as an officer and a gentleman. also a policeman.
- Clouseau: Now, supposing you tell me what happened?
- Maria Gambrelli: He was having difficulty with the buttons.
- Clouseau: Buttons?
- Maria Gambrelli: The buttons on my dress.
- Clouseau: Well, you know that is very strange. Because, there are no buttons on this dress.
- Maria Gambrelli: Well, that is because he was having difficulty with them. So, he just tore the dress off.
- Clouseau: He attacked you.
- Maria Gambrelli: Oh, no! I would have helped him; but, he couldn't wait. The buttons are probably all over the room. He was so impetuous. A passionate Spaniard, you know.
- Clouseau: It seems a bit stuffy in here.
- Maria Gambrelli: Your coat!
- Clouseau: Yes, it is nice.
- Maria Gambrelli: But, it's on fire!
- Clouseau: What? My coat is on fire! My coat is on fire!
- Maria Gambrelli: Clouseau! Over here! Quick. Listen. That's Do Do.
- Clouseau: Do Do?
- Maria Gambrelli: She's dead!
- Clouseau: Dead? Do Do?
- Maria Gambrelli: [the end of a drunken evening] I know this is your apartment; but, that won't help you in the least bit?
- Clouseau: Why won't it help me in the least bit? My question.
- Maria Gambrelli: Question, answered, Mr. Policeman Inspector.
- Clouseau: Jacques Clouseau's the name.
- Maria Gambrelli: I've given up sex.
- Clouseau: Oh, che brutto momento!
- Maria Gambrelli: I've given up sex.
- Maria Gambrelli: Tell me, why do so many men smoke afterwards? No wonder tobacco companies get rich.