My baby!

I have my doubts.

My darling daughter, Jade.

Sometimes my arms bend back.

My mind is all scraped.

Ask me to my face.

I just ask you to get the hell out of my way so that I can finish my work.

Laura kissed me and she whispered the name of the killer in my ear.

I paid my debt to society.

I've attended my share of funerals.

Shut up, I'm on my way.

Have you seen my tackle box?

Laura worked at my father's department store.

On the road, I caught my wife Shelly around that time from Butte, Montana.

My darling you came back to me now.

It's a report concerning the physical assault on my person, which you witnessed this morning.

I've got compassion running out of my nose, pal.

My conclusion, the killer washed his hands and then leaned in for a kiss, like this.

Harry, my dream is a code waiting to be broken.

You slipped this note underneath my door night before last.