Quotes

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Inspector Frank Bumstead: What's that make so far, Husselbeck? Six hookers in all? Husselbeck: I believe so, sir. Inspector Frank Bumstead: Give the man an "A" for effort.

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Husselbeck: Well, everything Detective Walenski committed to paper should be here, so... Inspector Frank Bumstead: The only thing that should be committed is Walenski.

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John Murdoch: What you do seems kind of dangerous right now. I mean, how do you know I'm not the killer? May: You don't seem like the killer type. Why? You feeling any urges I should know about?

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Mr. Wall: No more Mr. Quick. Mr. Quick, dead, yes. Stranger: Poor, poor Mr. Quick.

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Inspector Frank Bumstead: I've met quite a few murderers in the course of my work. Murdoch doesn't strike me as one. Dr. Daniel P. Schreber: Perhaps you are not accustomed to digging deep enough. Inspector Frank Bumstead: Well, I do know when someone is lying to me, Doctor. Dr. Daniel P. Schreber: Forgive me, Inspector, but you are not a clinician. Judging personalities happens to be my business. Inspector Frank Bumstead: Well, maybe you could give me a few pointers. Dr. Daniel P. Schreber: Certainly. Let's take you, for instance. You are a fastidious man, driven. Consumed by details. I would say your life is rather lonely.

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Dr. Daniel P. Schreber: I have a weak heart, you know. Mr. Hand: Your weakness is not, we think, an affair of the heart.

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Inspector Frank Bumstead: You saw something, didn't you, Eddie? Something to do with the case? Det. Eddie Walenski: There is no case! There never was! It's all just a big joke! It's a joke!

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Mr. Book: Is it done? Mr. Hand: Oh, yes, Mr. Book. I have John Murdoch in mind.

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Mr. Hand: We're very lucky, when you think about it. Emma Murdoch: I'm sorry? Mr. Hand: To be able to revisit those places which have meant so very much to us. Emma Murdoch: I thought it was more that we were haunted by them. Mr. Hand: Perhaps. But imagine a life alien to yours, in which your memories were not your own but those shared by every other of your kind. Imagine the torment of such an existence: no experiences to call your own. If it was all you knew, maybe it would be a comfort.

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Emma Murdoch: What brings you here? Mr. Hand: I met my wife at this place. Emma Murdoch: It's where I first met my husband. Mr. Hand: Small world.

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Emma Murdoch: I love you, John. You can't fake something like that. John Murdoch: No, you can't.

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Desk Sergeant: How can we help you, sir? Mr. Hand: You can sleep!

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Dr. Daniel P. Schreber: Inspector, he is more disturbed than we thought. Inspector Frank Bumstead: I may not be the judge of personality that you are, Doctor, but you're the one who looks disturbed to me.

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Mr. Wall: We will give you some more pretty things soon, Anna. Emma Murdoch: I'm not Anna. Mr. Wall: You will be soon, yes.

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Mr. Hand: I'm dying, John. Your imprint is not agreeable with my kind. But I wanted to know what it was like — how you feel. John Murdoch: You know how I was supposed to feel. That person isn't me. Never was. You wanted to know what it was about us that made us human. Well, you're not going to find it...[taps head] in here. You went looking in the wrong place.