FB: (American accent) I cut myself on a glass in your bar. I'd throw that away if I was you because I'm Kachelsky, the HIV positive detective!
BN: It was simple! I just Googled 'Who done it?'
RH: Fingerprints? I like his music, but that's a bit much!
GY: Mrs. Marple, You got no evidence, no forensic stuff, nothing. You don't know what's going on. Don't worry, just pin it on the black guy.
HD: So, all the suspects are linked. (makes movements with his hands) Thomas knows Malinson, Malinson knows the victim and they all live in a flat. (makes square movements with his hands) But what do I know? I'm only the window cleaner.
FB: So what can we tell from these bitemarks on the breasts? We can tell that I shouldn't be left alone with a body.
RH: To be honest, Watson, I couldn't care, I'm coked off my tits.
FB: If you think it's murder on the Orient Express, you should try the shuttle between Glasgow and Edinburgh!
AP: Where has Inspector Frost gone?! I saw him only a moment ago, leaning on the hatch of that wind bar counter over there!
HD: Sure, saw this shit goin' down in da high rise, that's what you get with crack n' blow, but I ain't gonna answer any more of your questions, Miss Marple.
FB: Michael Jackson, we've been questioning you for days, and this is your defense?! You blame it on the boogie?!
HD: Well, he's got the profile of a killer, see? (stands sideways and makes wild stabbing motions)