Being thrown out of this place is significantly better than being thrown out of a leper colony.

I think that there are few people in one's life that you never really feel that they're gone. I have to remind myself that she isn't around.

Don't just stand there, idiot. Call a doctor, and then help me find a nose.

If you still want to kill him, do me a favor and take him outside. Those are new sheets.

Nothing matters but the facts. Without them, the science of criminal investigation is nothing more than a guessing game.

Look, there's nothing wrong with people being happy, but there's more to life than turning on and screwing to Ravel's Bolero.

There's so few people in this town with a conscience.