You're no messiah. You're a movie of the week. You're a fucking t-shirt, at best.
This guy's methodical, exacting, and worst of all, patient.
If the good doctor himself should ever want anything again... anything at all... it needn't be a costume.
Wanting people to listen, you can't just tap them on the shoulder anymore. You have to hit them with a sledgehammer, and then you'll notice you've got their strict attention.
Detective. Detective. DETECTIVE! You're looking for me.
What’s in the box? What’s in the fucking box?
Ernest Hemingway once wrote, "The world is a fine place and worth fighting for." I agree with the second part.
I have seen one or two things in my life but never, never anything like this. And never such Women.
- I do love you and you know there is something very important we need to do as soon as possible.
- What's that?