He was my friend. But he was a nice man.
I hate my luggage more than life.
- "And starlight filled the corners of the room..."
- You're an incurable romantic.
- Oh, it's curable.
You know that guy on the corner...who winds up his little mechanical men, and they run crazily around? I'm that guy.
My mouth is so dry I feel like they could shoot "Lawrence of Arabia" in it.
It really touches me, the way you people humor me day after day.
I didn't have to be a genius to put two and two together. Fade in. Exterior. Day.
And it was brilliant. What better detective than the man who's committed the crime? Every hesitant conclusion, every stumbling interpretation.
