Richard: Man cannot live freely without embracing suicide and crime.
Justin: A pact made with relentless fire that says, while some live, others must die.
Cassie: Fine then, what do you want?
Sam: Right now? This.
Cassie: What's this smell like to you?
Cap. Rod Cody: Smells like vomit.
Cassie: Bag some up and send it to the lab.
Cap. Rod Cody: You're supposed to identify yourself with the murderer, not the victim.
Richard: I'm the only person who really cares about you... You know, I think I'm the only person who sees how incredible you really are.
Richard: You can't get fingerprints off skin.
Justin: You can with a magna brush, or a print camera, or an iodine gun and silver transfer sheets.
Cassie: Richard, what are you doing here?
Richard: What are you doing here? Do you want something?
Cassie: Like what?
Richard: I don't know... Everybody wants something.
Cassie: Is that right?
Richard: They just don't know how to ask for it.
Cassie: And what do you want?
Cassie: You get one life, and whatever you do with it, and whatever is done to you, you've got to face that. You can't pretend it didn't happen.
Justin: All real freedom risks crime. Indeed, freedom is crime, because it thinks first of itself and not of the group.
Cassie: It's a freakin' baboon hair.
Sam: He doesn't fit the profile.
Cassie: The profile doesn't fit the profile.
Richard: Please, that chick spreads like peanut butter.
Justin: I enjoy taking indefensible positions and creating an argument for them.
Justin: We have to pay for what we did.
Answer: It's like a paint-by-numbers, where a picture is outlined on a board, and each little piece of it has a number corresponding to a different color of paint. You paint in the spaces based on what the numbers tell you. Murder by numbers refers to the boys following all the "rules" about how to create the perfect murder: choosing a victim at random, etc. They're murdering based on what they've been told is the right way to do it.
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