Emerson: This is one of the need-to-know cases. And you do not need, therefore you shall not know.
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Emerson: Oh look at that. A dumb idea just found a friend.
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Emerson: Well, then allow me to put this to you delicately. You see, men are dogs. They come, you know, sniffin' around, barking up your tree. But if they don't see a kitty cat up in that tree, pretty soon they stop barking. Dwight's not missing. He's barking up somebody else's tree.
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Chuck: Poor Vivian. She's carrying a torch for a flame I extinguished.
Ned: With my finger.
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Nils Nilsen: You and Dwight hobnobbed in the same circles.
Emerson: The Hell I did. We didn't nob no hobs. And certainly not in no damned circle.
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Olive: But I don’t need protection. That’s what I have several longstanding restraining orders for.
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Vivian: They came highly recommended. In their home county, they're the most decorated figures since Thor Bjorklund--inventor of the hand-held cheese slicer.
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Olive: This gives me pause.
Vivian: A manicure might help.
Olive: No, "pause," like one step past "play" and not quite to "stop."
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Vivian: There may have been involvement with a criminal element in his past, but that's behind him now.
Lily: It ain't behind him. It's right on top of him, if not inside him.
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Nils Nilsen: The DNA analysis that I performed on your hair told us everything we needed to know.
Olive: Oh. I was under the impression that penicillin would clear that up.
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Emerson: Detective work is a lot like money. It don't really come with instructions.
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Emerson: Let me tell you everything I know.
Nils Nilsen: There's nothing you can tell us that MOTHER can't once she finishes her analysis.
Hedda Lillihammer: Although we don't wish to look a gift whore in the mouth, Mr. Cod.
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Emerson: There's a time for callous braggadocio and a time for sensitivity. To the Norwegians, that time is never.
Vivian: I suppose it's a holdover from their Viking ancestry. It would be difficult to rape and pillage with the subtlety of a humanist.
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Olive: Did he die of natural causes?
Chuck and Ned: Yes!
Olive: Are either of you referring to "murder" as a natural cause?
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Olive: Then they beat me with a blue-and-yellow stock as they got high on Abba and tiny little meatballs.
Nils and Magnus: Swedes!
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Emerson: Listen, we're all professionals, people. This doesn't have to get ugly.
Nils Nilsen: Your shirt suggests otherwise.
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Narrator: The details in the case did speak loud and clear. But the story they told was a lie for the facts were not these.
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