Paris is burning, but only when he pees.

"Why of course I can't give you my phone number Mr. Ricpic. I am afraid I am promised to another."
"Who that flute player Paris?"
"No I am afraid his heart belongs to another as well. My man is a space odditity. His name is Martin. But that doesn't mean I can't help you. Here is my friend Molly Picon's number. Give her a call. She is expecting it."

Come in Michael, I have been waiting.

"Martin isn't around. He's out somewhere with Nimoy taking over a south american country or something."
"No one's here. Except for the security guards I have tied up in the corner. So come on in. I want to see if it's true."
"Oh my....it seems it is quite accurate. Well I don't think this is really an impossible mission. I think I can handle."
"Just one thing, if I choose to accept this mission, I hope it doesn't start to burn in ten seconds."