[at Lytton Manor in Nice, while working undercover as a telephone repairman, Clouseau has already annihilated the Lyttons' doorbell!]

... I am from the Nice Telephone Company; there is some trouble with your phone.

...I don't think there's any trouble with the telephones here.

I know when there is a trouble, and when there is not a trouble, and you may rest assured that there is a trouble.

Since when?

Since it was reported.

By whom? And what sort of trouble is it?

If I knew that, I could simply call you up and tell you what the trouble with your telephone is!