Sometimes even we doctors must face reality.
There’s a guard with a pair of swollen testicles who swears you wanted out of here.
I’ve never seen a guy get picked up by his testicles before.
Oooohhh…that’s gonna leave a mark!
One for each sin.
I don’t have all day. It’s been 20 years since my last confession. I had a lot of things to do.
Well, the nature of Christ is not quite as simple as your photoplay would have it.
Your primitive intellect wouldn’t understand alloys and compositions and things with molecular structures.
Hu-mans, listen to me. Due to an error in calculation, there are still a few of you left.
Exterminate! Exterminate!
Manners, manners!
Ex-squeeze me? Baking powder?
Don’t tell me another cook has been murdered! Who is it this time, Aunt Jemima?
‘Paging Dr Jemima’
Alright, give me Hamm on five, hold the Mayo.
I’d like an omelet, plain, and a chicken salad sandwich on wheat toast, no mayonnaise, no butter, no lettuce. And a cup of coffee.
You tell your chef Linguine I want whatever he dares put in front of me. Tell him to hit me with his best shot.
Well, this is the .44 Magnum Auto-Mag and it holds a 300-grain cartridge. And, if properly used, it can remove the fingerprints.
There are too many clues in this room!
In his whole diabolical career, the police have never been able to pin anything on him. And yet, show me crime without motive, robbery without a clue, murder without a trace and I’ll show you Giles Conover.