Frank Drebin

To celebrate Leslie’s birthday on this day 95 years ago, we’d love to hear your memories of how you discovered him. Was it in Airplane, The Naked Gun trilogy or something else? We’ll RT as many replies as we can and we won’t rest for one minute. Unless we need the bathroom.

Dutch Gunderson: Who are you and how did you get in here? Frank: I'm a locksmith. And, I'm a locksmith.

Frank: That's the red-light district. I wonder why Savage is hanging around down there. Ed: Sex, Frank? Frank: Uh, no, not right now, Ed. We got work to do.

Frank: It's the same old story. Boy finds girl, boy loses girl, girl finds boy, boy forgets girl, boy remembers girl, girl dies in a tragic blimp accident over the Orange Bowl on New Year's Day. Jane: Goodyear? Frank: No, the worst.

Like a midget at a urinal, I was going to have to stay on my toes.

Ed: Don't torture yourself! Put her out of your mind. Frank: I can't get her out of my mind. What about the guy? Do you know anything about him? Ed: Not much. Just that he's an Olympic gymnast, and it's the best sex she's ever had.

No matter how silly the idea of having a king might be to us, as Americans, we must be gracious and considerate hosts.

I did live with a guy once though, that was just for a couple of years. Usual slurs, rumours, innuendos, people didn’t understand. Ran him out of town like a common pygmy.

I'm single! I love being single! I haven't had this much sex since I was a Boy Scout leader!

Ed: Did he owe any money? Doctor bills, gambling debts, book of the month club? Mrs. Twice: No, nothing. Just two more payments on our solar telescope.

Frank: Hey! The missing evidence in the Kelner case! My God, he was innocent! Ed: He went to the chair two years ago, Frank.

It's not gonna be easy

Quentin Hapsburg: Do you gamble, Lieutenant? Frank: Every time I order out.

That does it!

I'm sure that we can handle this situation maturely, just like the responsible adults that we are. Isn't that right, Mr... Poopy Pants?

Turns out it was not a bomb that killed the Ayatollah. It was Police Squad’s finest, Lieutenant Frank Drebin. 😂

Commissioner Brumford: Do you realize that because of you this city is being overrun by baboons? Frank: Isn't that the fault of the voters?

I love you too, Nordberg

Mrs Nordberg: Oh, my poor Nordberg! He was such a good man, Frank. He never wanted to hurt anyone. Who would do such a thing? Frank: It's hard to tell. A roving gang of thugs, a blackmailer, an angry husband, a gay lover...

Looks like the cows have come home to roost.