Son of the Pink Panther

Maria Gambrelli:
Your father played the violin. Not well, but passionitely. He made love the same way.

Professor Auguste Balls:
So many charlatans all use my talents for ill-gotten gain.

Professor Auguste Balls:
If you need a disguise, look no farther, you've got Balls.

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Excuse me, do you know which way is north?

Camel Driver:
Yes. [rides on]

[last lines]

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
That felt good!

Police Commisioner Charles Dreyfus:
[to Maria] I knew a man named Jacques. When he died, ten years ago, I thought "Thank God!" I never thought another one like him could exist... and then I met your son.

Maria Gambrelli:
Charles, I planned to tell you... I had twins.

Princess Yasmin:
Do you like being a cop?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Yes, sometimes. How is it being a princess?

Princess Yasmin:
It's not much fun.

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Oh. Fun is important.

Princess Yasmin:
Yes. What else is important to you?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Singing.

Princess Yasmin:
Yes?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
[sings]

Princess Yasmin:
That's... terrible.

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Yes. And poetry. "Parent of golden dreams, Romance! Auspicious queen of childish joys who lead'st along in airy dance."

Princess Yasmin:
That's Byron.

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Yes. Yes. And rain, and sleeping. And and and my mother.

Princess Yasmin:
You like your mother?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Yes, very much, yes. And women.

Princess Yasmin:
What kinds of women?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
All kinds. Especially dark women with blue eyes and full red lips who smell like night-blooming jasmine, and taste like a warm mango.

Princess Yasmin:
Warm mango?

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
And honey.

Princess Yasmin:
Oh, my god.

Gendarme Jacques Gambrelli:
Mine, too.