The accident killed three people. But afterward, he totally turned his life around.
I’ll take that one … and that one … and oh, what the hell, that one too.
I know it’s hard to believe, but he really hated anything chocolate, so he didn’t eat even one bite of the cake. Meaning, whatever poisoned him, it was definitely not that.
Of course there’s always a chance of that happening, but I wouldn’t bet on it.
No, Lestrade, I thank you, but I must insist that you take full credit for solving the case.
OK, you go up to “Image”, down to “Image Rotation”, and across to “Flip Image Horizontal”. Just click on that, and Voila!
I met with him yesterday. The news wasn’t good.
No, I’m still looking. I thought we had one in the basement, but I can’t find anything in the mess down there.
Okay, it’s a little embarrassing, but easy enough to explain. Not to put too fine a point on it, I was pretty drunk at the time.
Well, it was a freak accident. He was electrocuted by a short in his electric blanket.
Anytime. I’m ready now, if you like.
I know. I tried to explain it to him, but he just didn’t get it.
Not just pregnant, but pregnant with twins!
No, Die Hard is not about autoerotic asphyxiation.
A couple of bruises, but really just fine, considering.
I even threw it down the basement steps, but the damn thing just kept crawling back up.
Colonel Mustard in the library with the candlestick. Duh!
Shit, I’m so sick of hearing the same damn question from everyone. No, I didn’t do anything in particular. Now leave me the hell alone!
You don’t want a real answer to that question, you just want me to confirm what you already believe, and I’m not going to do that.
Yes, I’ve been there and had a wonderful time. I don’t know whether your time will be just as wonderful, considering all that’s happened there.