No, no, no! Stay here, sir!

TSA Agent:

What's in your pocket, sir? Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
Nothing. TSA Agent:
Sir, I'll say again, what's in your pocket? Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
Nothing. TSA Agent:
I'm gonna ask you again, What's in your pocket, sir? Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
[Clouseau proceeds to mumble the word 'hamburger' in an unintelligible manner throughout his interrogation]
All right. I have, in my pocket... a couple of 'hambworstforts'. TSA Agent:
What? Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
I have in my pocket... a couple of 'dolvargars'. TSA Agent:
Sir? Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
[Clouseau continues to mumble the word 'Hamburger']
'Handbirders'. TSA Agent:
Sir, in your pocket, you have...? Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
All right, I have four... 'Hanholders'. TSA Agent:
I'm sorry. Once more?. [Clouseau mumbles something unintelligible that sounds like'hamburger', but the TSA agent cannot understand Clouseau's thick French accent] TSA Agent:
Again! Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
'Damburrs'! TSA Agent:
Sir? [a man in the crowd says "Hey, what's that"?] Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
'Damburger'! TSA Agent:
Sir-- sir, I'm losing my patience. Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
Oh, you are? You are losing your patience? TSA Agent:
Yes. Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
I'm simply telling you I have a couple of 'tamburthers'. TSA Agent:
I've got an End darter down on six, I've got an End darter down on six! National Guard:
Locked and loaded, sir! Security Agent:
Show me your hands, sir! Inspector Jacques Clouseau:
All right, I'll just show you. [Clouseau attempts to take the hamburgers out of his pocket, and Ponton tries to keep Clouseau from making a fool of himself] Security Guard:
No, no, no! Stay here, sir!