Dick: Not so fast! No one goes to sleep just yet, Inspector.
Eames: Oh, for crying out loud.
Sally: Everybody sit their evil little butts back down, now!
Harry: Ladies and gentlemen, Dr. Solomon is about to address you all. Please hold all comments until he has finished his summation.
Dick: Thank you, Harry. These are the facts, as we know them. During dinner, Jack Wallencott dropped dead into his potato, a hunting knife protruding from his back. Hours later, my dear friend Colonel Pinkham was found poisoned to death in his favorite wingback chair.
Mary: Dick, come to bed.
Dick: Quiet, Mary, I'm summing up.
Mary: But it's only Friday.
Harry: Shut it!