Hercule Poirot: Have you ever noticed a secret passage that does not start in the library?
Carlos Delgado: To tell you the gods honest truth, I used to use a table. But it broke. From a fat person. Weighed 300lbs at least. Table just collapsed. Killed my cat. Poor bastard.
Paul Miller: You were born to be a detective!
Donald Wilson: I was?
Paul Miller: You reek of detective!
Donald Wilson: I reek?
Hank Mitchell: Where's our Heart Lady?
Dr. Andrew Ingersoll: Well, she is still with her patient.
Hank Mitchell: What? Three days, man? Doesn't she need sleep?
Dr. Benson Hughes: I believe her words were, You don't need me, you've got Indiana Jones.