Hrundi V. Bakshi: Hello, dog. What do you want, eh? You like my feet, do you? Have your fill and away you go. Feet are considered a delicacy among certain animals, you know. Go on. You've had enough now. Off. Ciao, dog. In fact, there are certain man-eating animals who will eat only the feet, leave everything else. Can't touch one another thing. Get away. Ciao, now. Ciao, dog. Get away. Get away from me. dog.


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Hrundi V. Bakshi: Hrundi V. Bakshi.
Michelle Monet: Pardon?
Hrundi V. Bakshi: That is what my name is called.


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Hrundi V. Bakshi: It's an honor to have had my hand crushed by 'Wyoming' Bill Kelso. Wait until I tell them back home.
[winces, then sticks his hand in ice that contains caviar]
Hrundi V. Bakshi: [Sniffs] Poo...


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Hrundi V. Bakshi: It's good to have a laugh.


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Hrundi V. Bakshi: Oh, big chief speak with forked tongue.


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Hrundi V. Bakshi: This is a particularly good one because it helps you always to remember how many days there are in each month. It goes like this: Thirty days have September, October, June and February, all the rest have 29, except my brother who got six months.


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Hrundi V. Bakshi: We have a saying in India...
Michelle Monet: Yes?
Hrundi V. Bakshi: Yes.
Michelle Monet: Well?
Hrundi V. Bakshi: Well what?


--Peter Sellers (as ) in The Party

Imperial Me: If we let them seep in here from down yonder and cross river - if we let these do-gooder, these bleeding hearts, propagate their insidious doctrine of involvement among us - then my dear friends, my beloved Me's"
[dramatic pause]
Imperial Me: "we's in trouble. We must carry our glorious philosophy through to its glorious culmination! So that in the end, with enterprise and determination, the world and everything in it will belong to one individual Me! And that will be the ultimate! The absolute ultimate!


--Peter Sellers (as Imperial Me) in Carol for Another Christmas

John Lewis: Excuse me. Where do they keep the thunder box in this place?
Party guest: I beg your pardon?
John Lewis: Where does one go if one wants to wash one's hands?


--Peter Sellers (as ) in Only Two Can Play

John Lewis: What he does, you see, he puts the canvas on the floor, chucks some whopping great dollops of paint on it and drags a naked woman across it. Yes. Yes. Sort of job I'd like, that. I'd enjoy cleaning the brushes anyway.


--Peter Sellers (as ) in Only Two Can Play