He just waited until I stopped talking and said, 'Jesus, kid, you're almost a detective. All you need now is a gun, a gut, and three ex-wives. So what's your theory?

Where do you come up with these zingers, Clint? Do you own some kind of joke factory in Indonesia where you've got eight-year-olds working ninety hours a week to deliver you that kind of top-quality witticism? There are boy bands with more original material.

It is not for me to suspect but to detect.

An alibi is only as good as its details.

I already know that. I'll be talking to the police about that, not to the media.

This comes at a good time, too, when we're thinking about building a new police station which is really needed.