I’m afraid that this is just not your day, my friend
CLOUSEAUI’m afraid that this is just not your day, my friend.
DREYFUSBut it is my day. It is, my friend. After three long, terrible years, it is at last my day. I will not permit, repeat, not permit anything – repeat, anything – to spoil it. Now, I will walk you to the gate, and I will kiss you goodbye –
[He kisses CLOUSEAU’S cheeks]
– and you will drive off in your new car – which should rightfully be mine – and I will have my interview with the Sanity Commission, and they will set me free. And then: I will kill you!
[Chasing]
Kill you!
CLOUSEAU
[Fleeing]
François!
DREYFUSKill you!
CLOUSEAUStart the car!
DREYFUSKill! Kill! Kill! Kill you!
[Restrained by sanitorium guards]
I’ll kill him! I’ll kill him! Let me go. … Ha, ha, ha! I want to kill him.
(The Pink Panther Strikes Again)