There's so few people in this town with a conscience.
Look, there's nothing wrong with people being happy, but there's more to life than turning on and screwing to Ravel's Bolero.
Don't just stand there, idiot. Call a doctor, and then help me find a nose.
Nothing matters but the facts. Without them, the science of criminal investigation is nothing more than a guessing game.
Shame is an unhappy emotion invented by pietists in order to exploit the human race.
If you still want to kill him, do me a favor and take him outside. Those are new sheets.